Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

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At that moment, the knock on the door finally sounded again, and in came a young nurse, informing

them very seriously that the hospital needed to be quiet.

This time down, Rio finally calmed down, while Vincent was leaning against the wall without a word, his

dull gaze sweeping now and then on Rio standing by the hospital bed.

Seemingly sensing something, Daisy turned her face to Rio and said, "Go back first, we'll talk when I

get better."

The situation at this moment, Rio can not do much choice, although his heart is not willing, but there is

no way, can only temporarily listen to Daisy's words.

So, he bent down to pull Daisy's hair from her ear, but Daisy dodged it without a trace, a scene that fell

in Vincent's eyes.

Rio smiled stiffly, withdrew his half-air hand, and awkwardly responded, "Okay, then I'll leave first, if

anything happens, give me a call."

The door of the ward closed with a click, leaving Daisy and Vincent alone for a while.

Scanning aimlessly at the snowy ceiling, Daisy didn't mean to speak.

Even if you say something and what is the use, anyway, he only believes in his own words, other

people's ideas in his eyes as long as they are not the same, have become stupid.

"You're happy with him?" Vincent seemed to have had enough of the silence in front of him and spoke

calmly, without the rise and fall of his tone.

Daisy inclined her head to look at Vincent, and her whole body tightened up at the questioning.

She pondered for a moment, opened her mouth and said, "We're friends, do we become friends when

we don't get along?"

A good sharp rhetorical question, Vincent laughed lightly mockingly, the indifference in his face makes

it difficult to approach.

He laughed, "Okay, since that's what you answered, I'll make it up to you, as long as you admit you're

the fake Daisy, I'll let you go and I won't do all the punishments I said before and pretend I never saw

them."

Vincent said lightly, even the expression can not detect a trace of emotion, he was laughing but more

like crying, Daisy chest a pain, all the words in the throat for a time.

So he already wants to let go?

Daisy gaze straight to him, the two eyes mingled, unspeakable complexity in which the entwined into a

thousand emotions, in their hearts around the heart into a demon.

Why does Vincent have to make her choose between Rio and him when, for her, both are equally

important?

Sometimes, Vincent's dominance does make it hard for her to accept, and now is a chance to escape This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

from Vincent's side, but Daisy can't give herself a good reason to escape.

Because, in her heart, for Vincent has long pinned feelings, those are not easily cut off by a word.

"I can't do it." Daisy looked serious, her fingers clutching the quilt tightly as she tilted her head up to

look at Vincent, who was hanging his head directly across from her, the backlight obscuring all his

emotions.

"Yeah."

Vincent gave a perfunctory sweeping glance at Daisy, who didn't seem to be expecting anything more,

straightened up, and headed out of the house.

Seeing this, Daisy's heart missed a beat, and she couldn't move her whole body, so she shouted, "Can

you stay with me for a while?"

Vincent's feet beat, he looked back, handsome face still unbearably white, Daisy some heartache, but

also know that their request simply does not stand.

"I'll have Rio come with you later." Vincent said nonchalantly, the depression in his heart into a knot,

just one more look at Daisy, may not be able to resist the next second to find Rio to settle accounts.

At that, Daisy froze for a moment, she turned her head, her expression was quite aggravated: "I'm

already like this, so don't tease me, what am I looking for him for?"

Just now, Daisy reflected a little, Vincent hard not to eat, eat soft, and she is completely a class of

people, no matter whether he is angry, want to let go, must not let him stay like this, or else someone

will eventually be unlucky.

Most importantly, she also didn't want Vincent to be angry and upset because of herself, even though

she was always against him.

"Weren't you tough just now, and now you're saying these things to me? One thing in front of him, one

thing in front of me?" Vincent retreated inside the room, gritting his teeth and looking at the weak

woman on the hospital bed, if it was someone else, he really wanted to strangle her to death.

Daisy smiled awkwardly and said helplessly, "Hey, one size fits all, I'm caught between you and Rio is

also very difficult ah, just sort of help him to speak, you are the big boss, a little more temperament."

The pampering and scandalous, the Daisy in front of me exhausted the rhetoric does not seem to make

Vincent's face look better.

He stared at the person in front of him with dissatisfaction, pulled away the chair in front of Daisy's

hospital bed and sat down to the side, his face sullen: "Do you know how to coax a man? These words

of yours listening to you make me not want to forgive you at all."

Daisy, who was still trying her best to put on a delicate feeling, looked stiff as she pulled the corners of

her lips. Helplessly looking at the handsome man in front of her, "Okay, I see what you mean, what do

you want to do to forgive me, big brother."

When she was lost in thought, Daisy couldn't help but think that the men in the world might be better

looking than the man in front of her, even Rio, because of the lack of dominance and composure, could

only be subordinated.

As if to cover up the embarrassment, Daisy asked again with some uncertainty, obviously the two had

already had a more intimate exchange, but she really could not get used to what was in front of her.

Seeing her cowering and hesitating, Vincent's heart got annoyed again, he was about to straighten up

and leave, but his lips were hot, and when he looked down again, he only saw Daisy who was too red

to look at herself.

Just now she was deliberately caught off guard, Vincent pondered, feeling somewhat amused, Daisy

took advantage of her own distraction to act decisively, but really a cunning person.

"Well, that feels good."