Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter1907 not familiar

Vincent tied his tie and buttoned up, his gray suit wrapped around his upright figure, Daisy looked back

at him and missed a beat in her heart, obviously the same gray suit, but the feeling he exuded was

completely different from Rio, Vincent was too lonely and cold.

Retracting her beaten thoughts, Daisy dragged her already wrinkled gown and tried to go to the

bathroom to brush her hair, yet Vincent who didn't get an answer didn't want to let her go easily.

So he yanked Daisy's arm over and swept her into his arms.

"You haven't answered me."

This sudden move stunned Daisy for a moment, and she quickly calmed down, her pupils imprinted

with the morning sun that had risen outside the window.

"We don't know each other that well, we don't have to tell you, do we?"

"Don't get your hands on me."

The words are strong, but Daisy is almost begging, Vincent is not willing to let her go, cupping her chin,

face close to her, warm breath on her face from time to time, making Daisy panic.

"Why, you were much more daring than these moves last night."

The flirtatious words spilled out from Vincent's low, charming voice, and Daisy felt like she had been

drugged again, her cheeks burned terribly, and she hung her head and didn't dare look at him.

By mentioning what happened last night in such a matter, Vincent is trying to embarrass her.

She won't let him get away with it easily!

Daisy gritted her teeth, ruthlessly pushed him away, covered her chest with a few big gasps of air, and

then tried to grab the door and escape.

Vincent knew she must be heading straight for the door, and with a few healthy steps he blocked her

from leaving.

This time, Daisy is completely angry, she looked up coldly at the man in front of her, look very unhappy:

"What do you really want? You've slept with me, you don't want to pay me, and you want to sell me to

Africa?"

At that, Vincent tilted his head in slight confusion and suddenly understood what Daisy was talking

about.

He raised his eyebrows, his expression was unpredictable, and his eyes were obscure: "I haven't

mentioned this matter yet, and yet you remembered, are you being fainthearted?"

Vincent's words were undoubtedly testing her, but Daisy didn't eat it either. She tilted her head, pursed

her lips and looked at him disdainfully twice: "If you don't believe I'm Daisy, just forget it, there's no

need to keep testing me, right? Is that funny?"

Listening to Daisy's aggressive rhetorical question, Vincent raised an eyebrow and stared into her

stubborn eyes with an indistinguishable expression.

It seems that it is too early to say that Daisy is lying to him.

Vincent put away the suspicion in his mind, raised his wrist to look at the time and found that it was

already late. He surveyed Daisy's wretched gown and frowned rather discontentedly.

"This gown of yours is too worn out, let's take the back door and send you back."

Seeing him looking at his clothes with a disgusted face, Daisy was furious, it was not his fault that his

clothes could turn out like this!

The two emerged from the hotel, Vincent took off his suit jacket for Daisy to shield himself, and soon

led her to the car.

Now is not like the old days, her fame is still bigger than before, if the media photographed can be bad.

"Straight back to your rental house?" Vincent got into the driver's seat and started the engine, with

some disdain in his tone.

Daisy looked back at him, blocking her bare shoulders with his suit, and muttered discontentedly, "Yes,

it's my crappy rental house, just send me downstairs by the big president."

Her tone sounded a little angry and Vincent laughed lightly and pulled out of the parking lot.

"Sound like you're not happy? Then why don't you move out of there and I'll find the place for you."

What's more, Daisy has never wanted to win anything by climbing the ladder, she's always just wanted

to hold on to those who are good for Nina.

So Nina couldn't help but say, "Put away your thoughts, I'm not interested in being a canary, I'd rather

be a sparrow."

At that, Vincent raised his eyebrows and laughed lightly incredulously, now there are too few women in

the entertainment industry who don't want to be a canary, and how many women are attracted to men

like him.

The only one who could simply reject him and tell him he wanted to be a sparrow was Nina.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Vincent was in a good mood when he got a special answer, and he looked at Daisy in the rearview

mirror with a glint in his eyes that he himself had not yet noticed.

Daisy sat calmly in the back seat and just heard him say, "You want to be free, fine, but you're only

allowed to fly in the woods I've set aside."

Half an hour later, Vincent's car pulled up under Daisy's rental house.

Vincent in the driver's seat loosened his seat belt, inclined his head to look at Daisy's hurried

movements, and pulled the door open to get out of the car together.

Seeing his movement, Daisy froze and hurriedly closed the car door and pulled his arm.

Inside the car, the two men stared at each other, one in dismay, the other calm and unruffled.

Vincent obviously did not understand what Daisy meant, he spoke calmly, a pair of slender eyes hid

inscrutable emotions, reached out with long fingers to curl the broken hair by her cheeks.

"What's wrong? You look flustered?"

"No ......" Daisy inclined her head, her eyes dropping, obviously a little nervous, "It's just, you don't have

to get off with me."

Her faint-hearted look fell on Vincent's eyes, and he frowned a little, his slender eyes screwed together,

his mind a little puzzled.

Is it possible that there is something unseemly in her house that she doesn't want him to see?

Vincent's face tensed up as he thought about it, his eyes pressed to the side of Daisy's face, and he

looked at Daisy's constantly fluttering eyelashes, his mind raised in suspicion.

"Why is it unnecessary? I haven't been to your house yet, right? Surprisingly, we've done everything, so

what's the point of going to your house." Vincent withdrew his hand and sat down in the driver's seat,

his tone sounded plain, yet Daisy sensed a different meaning in it.

"It was an accident, and I said I didn't want you to be responsible."