Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Approach

Vincent on the side saw this, the doubts in his heart gradually spread out, he folded his legs, recalling

what he had found out about Daisy related information.

"Remember what you said the other day, you've been to an orphanage in Rosrane Village." Vincent

opened his mouth casually, propping one hand on the car window: "I'm a little curious about some of

the children in that orphanage, there are still some photos here, you come to see if you still recognize

them?"

Do you want to recognize the photo?

Daisy looked slightly, but still she was forced to stabilize, about this piece, Paul has given him a look in

the follow-up investigation, in addition to photos and some details of life.

However, it is simply impossible to say that she should read out the names completely one by one.

So she calmly explained, "I did go to the orphanage, but I don't live there, and I only know a few people

there."

Vincent was half-hearted about this, he turned his head to survey Daisy's expression, suddenly

sneered: "OK, then you'll be inside these photos, look for people you know, and retell the details of the

year."

At that, Daisy's heart rolled its eyes, she could understand why the previous people were sold to Africa

to do hard labor.

"Yes, you can, just give me the pictures." Daisy nodded, looking not the least bit flustered, "If you have

everyone, I should know some of them."

Seeing how quick she was, Vincent couldn't help but look at her one more time, and then took out an

envelope from the inside pocket of his suit and handed it to her.

"It's going to be noon, so look quickly, it can determine whether you go to the restaurant or to the cruise

to Africa."

His words were extremely calm, as if he was discussing the weather. Daisy was startled and held her

hand steady to barely keep her hand from shaking.

Ignoring Vincent's words, Daisy opened the envelope and the gray and yellow photos inside all slipped

out, she took out a photo and looked at it carefully, recognizing Vincent inside.

His current appearance is very different from his childhood appearance, thin and small, not at all like

now so handsome and upright, if people who have not seen the previous photos, they must not

recognize it.

"This one, I recognize." Daisy pointed to Vincent's face in the photo with a determined look, "I used to

go to Rosrane Village, and he and I used to hang out together."

Seeing where Daisy's finger fell, Vincent's eyes narrowed involuntarily, but soon, he returned to normal:

"Oh? So do you remember anything else about him?"

Daisy looked up from the photo, looking into Vincent's eyes, dark eyes like brilliant obsidian, emitting

light: "Of course I remember, because ah, I also liked him when I was a child, do not look at him thin Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

and small, but very smart, often amuse me, he also told me his name is Vin, want me to call him the

same. "

The story of the old days, Daisy's nostalgic expression as if she had really seen the general, Vincent

watched her lowered eyebrows, mouth smile, the heart of the years shrouded in darkness seems to

have finally lightened some.

Vin, that's the only thing he remembers, his nickname, Vincent, was officially changed only later when

he arrived at the Poole Family.

But Vincent still can't trust the person in front of him, because her appearance is too deliberate and

coincidental, those long-ago memories that he has long lost.

Now it seems that he can only wait and see what happens.

So, he said, "Give me the picture. I don't have to go to Africa, but I'm keeping a watchful eye on you."

Hearing Vincent's conclusion, Daisy breathed a long sigh of relief in her heart, her foot seemed to have

retracted from the edge of the cliff again, she just didn't know when she would take that step again.

However, she simply has no choice, not to bind Vincent, let Nina success to the top of the words, she

has no chance of winning in this life, so she can only live such a fearful life.

Handing the photo to Vincent, Daisy withdrew her thoughts and smiled lightly, her face open: "I never

understood what you were talking about, but it would be great not to have to go to Africa."

Vincent lightly raised an eyebrow, nothing in response, indifferent face like a puddle of dead water.

He looked out the window of the car flying past the cityscape, the emotions in his heart ebb and flow, if

she is really the person in his memories, and can really save him from that piece of darkness that will

drown him?

If she can't do that, then her existence is meaningless.

"Mr. Watts, the restaurant is here."

I don't know how long it took, but with the sound of a brake, the two had reached the door of a

restaurant, and Vincent pulled open the car door and gestured for Daisy to go upstairs with him.

Whether in her last life or in this one, Daisy had never seen such a luxurious restaurant. She raised her

head and surveyed the exquisite decoration of the store, and could not help but feel that the star in her

last life had been a waste of time.

Following the waiter through a corridor, in a flash they arrived at the more secluded second floor,

Vincent and Daisy were seated opposite each other, and the atmosphere inside the box was slightly

stiff.

"I've already ordered the stuff, if you want to eat something else, order again yourself, I'll pay for it."

Vincent folded up his legs, rather lazily propped up the corner of his forehead, half drooping eyes to

hide the reckless gawking under those amber pupils.

Daisy dared not move again, she was already weak, looked at the menu pushed in front of her, smiled

and shook her head: "Thank you, but the guest follows the host, I don't need it."

Smiling, Vincent narrowed his eyes slightly, he raised an eyebrow, flipping through Daisy's profile in his

head, and spoke coldly: "Obviously a kid from the countryside, yet you have no interest in these top city

cuisines?"

This seems to be an ordinary question, but in fact is a hand already across Daisy's back, as long as the

answer is not good, she may be pushed into the abyss at any time.

Daisy was silent for a moment, her face as usual: "I'm not uninterested, it's just that when I used to be

with Vin, he always thought I was rude and used to tell me what their dean taught them, and although

I'm not very educated, I know the etiquette."

She lied credibly, but her face did not change at all. Daisy sat up straight and said without

condescension, "Besides, there is nothing here that even ordinary city people might have eaten. I know

you are a big boss, but don't talk so discriminatory."

The words fell, the questioning in Vincent's eyes, at some point, turned into a kind of amusement, and

a smile he didn't even realize was on his lips, "Are you blaming me for this?"

"I ......" Daisy was momentarily speechless, her heart could not guess what he was thinking, her just-

excited voice suddenly lowered, and she secretly spat out, "I just think you are wrong. "

This weak voice, in the quiet small box is still very harsh, Vincent pulled up the corner of the lips, but

also not annoyed, the eyes of the frozen cold seems to usher in a spring breeze, finally a little softer.