Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Self-Doubt

Soon after Vincent left, Daisy went to the director because she didn't understand what he meant by

"just taking the same plane for business".

After getting the director's answer again, Daisy was instantly silent.

It turned out that Vincent had just flown back from Country R and contacted their program directly,

wanting to fly with them to Hong Kong, not for the reason of monitoring her, but it just so happened that

he was also going to transfer to fly to Hong Kong to talk about a project.

The director said that Vincent looked extraordinarily forlorn after informing him that he intended to fly

out on another flight, and he guessed that Vincent was just trying to catch a glimpse of her.

After all, once you get off the plane and can't be together, where can we talk about monitoring.

The clearer the director's words, the more Daisy's heart became confused, she fiddled with her

fingernails, her lips bitten to death, feeling increasingly unable to understand Vincent's true feelings.

"Hey, Daisy look up, come on and interact with Rio."

The director held up the camera in front of the two, Daisy looked up with a reluctant smile, turned her

head to look at Rio beside her and found that he too was aloof.

Daisy's heart is cold, it seems that this time the shooting is very difficult to succeed, two people are in

such a state, I am afraid that in the end will be botched.

"Rio, you should at least smile, don't be so cold."

Holding up the camera, the director's heart is also anxious, shooting for a few minutes, there is not a

sweet little shot, so what can be done.

"Rio, cooperate."

Daisy heart some resentment, and some annoyance, for her, this thing is not originally done for their

own, and now because of the crossover into this, more or less let her very dissatisfied.

The silent light in Rio's eyes swirled with a watery glow as he tilted his head in silence and moved his

head symbolically in Daisy's direction.

"Wow, Rio, this awkward smile of yours is the best." The director looked at the two stiff people in the

camera, has no words to say, so, he did not bother to say more, put away the camera, only to ask for

some normal footage afterwards.

After getting off the plane, it was already night time in Hong Kong, and the crew gathered around Daisy,

the couple, for a shoot about dinner.

To create the feeling, the crew had rented a villa for the two to use long before filming began, so once

they arrived, Daisy was asked to cook a dinner for herself.

"Making dinner for Rio?"

Daisy's eyes widened and she turned to the director with a difficult expression on her face.

You know that whether in her last life or this one, she has zero proficiency in cooking.

The director also saw the difficulty in Daisy's expression, he waved his hand and said, "You don't need

to do so well, just do what you want, there is no need to care so much."

Once she heard the director's meaning, Daisy seemed to understand something, she deflated her

mouth and nodded indifferently, "Okay, you guys let me do it, but I don't guarantee the taste."

Going to the kitchen and quickly frying up a few dishes, Daisy quickly served them up to Rio who had

been sitting in the garden staring.

"Eat up, it's done."

Nina turned on the lights on the terrace and the streetlights in the garden came on together. The haloed

yellow lights imprinted the edges of the flowers and everything looked dreamy.

Rio shook his glass of red wine, and inclined his head to look at the charred black dishes on the small

table, without any appetite at all.

"Not hungry yet, let's drink first."

He politely expressed his intention of not wanting to eat, handing the red wine in his hand to Nina's

face, the light yellow light falling in his pupils from between the broken hair in front of his forehead in a

trace.

"A drink specifically for you to sober up, try it."

Daisy looked down at the dark red liquid in the glass, the aroma of red grapes lingered faintly on the tip

of her nose, her fingertips touched the glass lightly, the cold touch made her fingers tingle a little.

"Well, good."

Taking the cold red tirage, Daisy also swayed gently, all the sensations fragmented in the rising and

falling glow of the glass.

She thought to herself that the wall between Rio and herself seemed to have been built, and as far as

her own wishes were concerned, the matter counted as a good thing.

As for the matter of whitewashing itself, she can only do what she can do and try her best.

"A lot has happened today too then, I'm sorry, I seem to be too impulsive."

Rio's eyes are quiet, looking at Daisy's face dipped in light, the ice and snow under his eyes is silently

melting.

He averted his own gaze, not wanting to let the mental defenses he had so easily built up just collapse.

For Rio's apology, Daisy was speechless for a while. The phone call in the morning, she was more

angry with Vincent than with Rio.

Only for today, she is now left to blame herself.

"It's nothing, you don't have to care that much, now that my anger has pretty much subsided."

Sitting on a wicker chair, Daisy took a sip of red wine and gazed at the deep blue sky with a pair of

almond eyes.

At this moment, what would Vincent be doing.

Looking at Daisy's distracted look, Rio lowered his eyebrows, light and shadow overlapping his face

exposed between light and dark, moody.

He stood up and took a chopstick of Daisy's cooking, bitter and hard to swallow, but Rio swallowed it Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

anyway.

"It's pretty good."

Putting down his chopsticks, Rio's face was expressionless as he glanced at Daisy's surprised gaze,

and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but hook up.

"What's the matter, think it's incredible that I ate it?"

Daisy unimaginably took a sip of red wine, this kind of dish even if she had made it, she did not want to

eat it herself.

"Well ...... you are unusual in this courage."

"Yeah, well, there are still people who say that those who can eat this kind of dish are true lovers."

Rio raised his handsome eyebrows flirtatiously, not knowing if it was a joke or if it was his genuine

thought.

Daisy thought left and right, but did not know how to answer, but finally smiled a little, eyes twinkling

perfunctorily.

At night, the crew slept in the villa with the two of them, Daisy lay on the bed, but she couldn't sleep a

bit, she took out her cell phone and flipped out Vincent's cell phone number, she was in a tangle for a

while.

She hadn't let go of the morning, and she was tempted to call over and apologize to him, in front of

whom she always seemed to be misunderstanding him all the time lately.

Hesitantly, I don't know whether I should press this button or not.

Suddenly, her phone lit up and Daisy fixed her eyes on it and found it was a text message.

"Are you asleep?"

Daisy read the content of the text message and then glanced at the sender and found that it was

Vincent.

Her heart tightened, not expecting him to take the initiative to contact her.