Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

The Past Revisited

He was originally escorted back by those people, looking for the agency for debt, and now he already

has to offend a lot of people, if he offends another Vincent because of Daisy, everything will become

more and more unmanageable.

Weighing the trade-offs, Timothy tightened his eyes in silence, no matter how reluctant he was to face

Nina, he had to tough it out, because now she was the only one in the same boat as him.

"Okay, you give me a thousand and I'll go to her right away."

Faced with Timothy's doubled demand for money, Daisy did not say anything more, as long as Timothy

can make Timothy pester Nina who is in trouble, pay more money she also have no comment.

"No problem, I hope it will go well for you."

Daisy raised the corner of her lips and took out a thousand from her wallet, and before she could reach

him, she was snatched away by Timothy.

She sneered and hummed softly, the contempt in her eyes like soft needles, intentionally or

unintentionally zapping Timothy's pride, he avoided her eyes, did not say much.

After all, whether he cares or not, he doesn't have the capital to count on Daisy's attitude towards him

right now.

The two hurriedly left the alley and stood at the curb trying to hail a cab. Daisy saw his shabby clothes

and knew that the average taxi driver would not stop, so she deflated and kindly hailed a cab for him,

sending the woebegone Timothy off in a comfortable manner.

Looking at his departing vehicle, Daisy was in a soothing mood as if she had been bathed by the spring

breeze, and it seemed that Timothy was having a rather bad time in Las Vegas.

The clothes and glasses that disappeared from his body should all be pawned. This time, he returned

home and was being watched, saying that it was not good enough to negotiate or to teach Timothy to

behave.

But these things are not for her to think about anymore, now that she has handed this mess over to

Nina intact, she would like to see how else these two people can sing a play.

The next morning, before dawn, Daisy was awakened by a nightmare. Ever since she met Timothy

back, her mind always seemed to be clogged with something general and quite disturbing.

She held her forehead, wiped a cold sweat, once she remembered Vincent just appeared in the dream

fiercely said she wanted to die, the stiff body can not stop shivering.

It seems that the heart has been stored in that doubt, there is no way to delay, this time if he returns to

their own must test some.

For this reason, Daisy called Vincent to ask when he would be back, and learned that it was this

afternoon.

I didn't expect him to arrive so quickly, Daisy hung up the phone, and some hesitation, but has been

dragging back and forth thinking is meaningless, Daisy a long sigh, and finally decided to wait until the

afternoon, see the opportunity to act.

Time passed, and soon came to the afternoon. Daisy, in order to make a buffer for her purpose, also

asked Anna to cook a meal and wait for Vincent to come back while eating and talking.

Sitting at the table, Daisy propped her elbows on the edge of the table, looking thoughtful. The phone

on the side was showing the time ticking by.

She was a little uneasy and didn't want to speculate on all the possible outcomes.

"Click."

At that moment, the closed door was suddenly opened, Daisy looked backward, just in time to see

Vincent, carrying his bag, walked in.

She stood up in a hurry, got up and walked quickly to the door.

"You're back." With a simple greeting, Vincent lowered his eyes and swept a few glances at Daisy's

obviously preoccupied face as the scent of the meal reached his nose.

He handed the bag in his hand to Daisy naturally and very smoothly took her waist and pressed it into

his arms.

"Aren't you busy today, and you're doing the dishes."

Daisy walked him to the table and sat down, opened her mouth, but didn't have the heart to say it was

made by the bellhop aunt.

She put her bag to one side of the dining chair, the warmth of Vincent's hand still lingering on her waist,

making her heart feel doubly anxious.

"Well, I had a day off today, nothing much happened." Daisy's interest is not high, at first glance is

something on his mind, Vincent looked at the table of food, has probably understood the meaning of

Daisy's heart.

He leaned back on the dining chair with his arms in his arms, took a sip of water, and his expression

was filled with a kind of scolding: "What is it that you have to say, and when you are finished, these

dishes can be eaten happily."

Vincent opened the door, Daisy instead became more and more nervous, but she thought about it

carefully, and felt that what she said was not a tearful accusation, there was no need to be so difficult toUpstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

speak.

After taking a deep breath, Daisy simply did not hesitate anymore, she raised her eyes and looked

levelly at Vincent in front of her, a thick light settled under her eyes: "Actually, I've been wanting to ask

you, are you familiar with this person Timothy?"

In the last life, Timothy and Nina were instructed to get themselves killed by Mr. Watts, and if the

Vincent in front of you and Timothy have a friendship, then the possibility that Mr. Watts is him is at

least ninety percent.

What should she do if that's the case ......

Daisy unconsciously clenched her fist, holding her breath and staring intently at the silent man in the

light, his thin bangs slightly covering his eyes, but from the look of his face, he did not have the

slightest doubt.

Hearing Daisy's question, Vincent lifted his amber pupils and looked at the person in front of him, his

lips slightly pursed and thin and straight.

He thought calmly for a moment, the only scene he could search out this person was once when

Cavern was talking to Nina about a contract, he went to take a look and found Timothy had been

standing outside.

Why would Daisy come and ask a third-rate star like him?

"People know, but not familiar, only understand that he is a third-line star, I have no interest in this kind

of entertainment industry bottom."

Vincent lifted his scarlet lips, his plain white face was emotionless, Daisy looked closely into his eyes

and slowly loosened her clenched fist.

His words were like a strong medicine, instantly making her feel more relaxed.

Although she doesn't feel that her answer now is representative of the future, it will at least give her

some peace of mind now.

Vincent took in the change of expression on Daisy's face, his eyes were obscure, some emotions were

flowing in the dark.

"Why would you suddenly ask such a question?"

Putting doubts in his mind, Vincent is not such a person, he looked at Daisy, who was preoccupied in

front of him, and asked straightforwardly, his calm face reflected in the light yellow light.

Already prepared for the rhetorical question, Daisy's expression did not look anything special as she

picked up the bowls on the table and went to refill one bowl each for Vincent and herself.

In the silence, Daisy's back was slightly thin, Vincent stared at her figure, his dull eyes waiting for an

answer.