Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Crazy

Hearing his shout, those present could not help but cast their eyes towards the card in front of him, yet

after only a moment, the crowd's gaze gradually changed from envy to inexplicable wonder.

"This man is not crazy, is he?"

"Do they allow psychos in the casino too?"

The murmurings reached Daisy and Timothy's ears, both of whom looked different, and the 14-point

hand in front of them seemed like a regression to the opening hand, though it ended with one winning

and one losing.

Timothy obviously couldn't believe that the twenty-four points he had just clearly put together had

turned out to be fourteen. He slumped in his chair in dismay, as if something had occurred to him, and

his short-circuited thoughts suddenly brightened up.

He pointed at the lottery officials and casino staff in front of him and shouted frantically, "You must be

cheating! Why else would my cards be missing! I clearly have twenty-four points! Give me back my four

million!"

The feeling of obviously about to get, but watching it somehow slip away is estimated to be very bad,

Timothy has ignored the casino approaching fighters, began to indiscriminately spill up.

Daisy saw the situation and knew it was not good now, just now it had been her and Timothy together,

if they were pursued, it was estimated that they were all going to be prisoners of the casino together

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Thinking to save her life, Daisy didn't want to watch the fun anymore and took advantage of the

casino's chaos to leave the casino silently through the back door.

A few moments later, Daisy hailed a cab and hurried back to the hotel, relieved at last.

Lying on the soft bed, Daisy thought of Timothy's next encounter, just now that blocked in the chest of

the bad gas is finally dissipated some.

This man, the next to face is but more than 100,000 foreign debts, and money lending triads and

casinos on both sides of the violence against each other.

Timothy, didn't think you'd be too smart for your own good!

Daisy smiled grimly, from the heart felt comfortable, she did not understand anything in her last life, the

most understanding is he Timothy, a piece of rotten wood want to fight with her, is simply a fool's

dream.

However, that Nina is more and more lawless, and dare to instigate Timothy against himself! The good

thing is that this person is stupid enough to familiarize himself, if it were another man, he may not not

fall today.

The thought of this, Daisy's eyes sunk, as of now, she and Nina's situation is similar, both can only add

to each other, to really say directly pry each other's position, both can not do.

Daisy remembered that Nina has been making a lot of small moves lately and should be trying to pry

herself away completely and force her out of the entertainment business.

"Ding ding ding ......"

While her thoughts were scattered, Daisy sat up suddenly by a ringing sound, she climbed out of bed

somewhat confused, reached for the phone on the table and glanced at the screen.

The caller ID above, shows Vincent.

Daisy looked at the screen, wanting to press the answer button and hesitating, just as the ringing was

about to end, she pressed the answer button and put the phone to her ear.

"Hello." Vincent was the first to speak out, his low and very magnetic voice made Daisy's heart miss a

beat.

"Is there something wrong?"

She was in a low mood, seemingly affected by the casino incident and seemingly blaming Vincent for

taking so long to return her call.

Daisy didn't understand why she was suddenly not in such an excited mood.

"You just called me, I was in a meeting and didn't get it." Vincent sat at his desk, his eyelashes lowered,

his expression bemused.

Smart as he is, Vincent heard the low emotion in Daisy's tone the moment she opened her mouth, and

he wanted to comfort her, but he also wanted to ask for confirmation of one thing.

"Well, yes, I got on the plane and thought you'd be worried, so I called you." Daisy said the word

"thought" in a very plain voice, but the word "thought" was used aggressively, and she sat on the bed,

distracted, playing with her hair in an uninterrupted manner.

It was rare to hear Daisy pouting, Vincent raised his eyebrows in a bit of novelty, he laughed lightly, the

depression between his eyebrows cleared away: "Yes, I do worry about you, it's only just after the

meeting, then I know you took Timothy gambling and lost your own money?"

At that, Daisy froze, she frowned, straightened her back in confusion and asked, "How would you know,

you're not over here."

Vincent raised an eyebrow, hummed lightly, and signed the paper with his other hand, "I'll be where you

are, in case you run away, you don't want to change the subject."

As early as before, Daisy had learned from Vincent that he had placed eyes around himself, but Daisy

had rarely heard him mention something about his side.

Including some individual conversations and meetings between herself and Rio, so she also always

forgets that she is actually under surveillance.

Once noticed and remembered, it more or less still made Daisy feel a little uncomfortable.

"You're still monitoring me?" Her tone was somewhat displeased.

Vincent was silent for a moment, his tone was steady: "Not monitoring, just want to protect you, the

man you went to borrow today, is one of the largest local triad organizations, you do not want to get into

trouble."

At that, Daisy froze, she thought Vincent was coming to preach again.

The company's main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers.

Now that he is saying these things, is this his way of worrying about himself?

"Are you ...... worried about me?" Daisy opened her mouth somewhat stumblingly, as if she couldn't

believe that she had really bothered Vincent, when it was clear that the two had always felt unknown.

Vincent didn't seem to sense the surprise in her tone, and Chen's earnest and serious tone became

more and more charming: "Well, remember not to do anything reckless next time, and in case anything

happens over there, call me."

His words ebbed and flowed in Daisy's mind, like a rising balloon, exploding on high, making her feel

that every cell was excited and thrilled, and her whole body was light and airy.

It turned out that he still always remembered himself. Alone in a foreign country, Daisy felt more and

more warm to such things.

Who doesn't want to always be thought of, just like Lauren always thought of Nina, and now she, too,

finally has someone to think of.