Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

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"Okay, I'll go get dressed."

Looking at Rio's back, Daisy was a bit baffled by his sudden request for such a strange request.

After a while, Rio got dressed and Daisy was waiting for him outside the door. Someone from the Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

program team saw Daisy talking to Rio at Rio's door and rushed over with the camera in hand.

"You guys go on, go on, I'm air."

The photographer saw Daisy and Rio noticed him and quickly waved his hand and took a few steps

backward, striving to be automatically invisible.

Daisy was a little helpless, she forced a smile, "Do you mind? I'll give you a hug if you don't mind, to

soothe your recent low mood."

Standing in front of Rio, the light under Daisy's eyes was frank and open. In her heart, she was not

unaware of Rio's thoughts, or that desire for her.

In the past, she was always running away and denying it. As long as Rio didn't say he liked her, she

had no intention of admitting it, and when she thought about it, it was probably because she was afraid

she would be shaken too.

But now, her relationship with Vincent is not the same as it was when they were young, and Daisy feels

she should not let some other things affect them anymore.

Between her and Rio, what was owed was paid back, and the extra favor was that she could care less

about his affection and come to be friends, for which he had also quarreled with Vincent.

But now she is trying to be honest about Rio's feelings for her, just as she was determined to be friends

with him, and after this hug, she won't think about him liking her anymore, and at the same time, she

won't be overly enthusiastic.

It only keeps familiarity, but does not try to be a close friend.

"By the look in your eyes, you seem to have decided something." Rio saw the kind of light in Daisy's

eyes that was different from the past, and the frown that used to only show a depressed color when he

saw himself, finally showed a smile for once.

"Well, I have decided that I will be more open to you in the future, there is no need to be a stranger

between you and me, but there is no need to be a heart to heart either, it is good for both you and me

to keep an ordinary relationship."

The photographer held up his camera, not expecting the two of them to really have something going

on, but it looked like it was just wishful thinking on Rio's part.

Looking at Daisy's determined face, Rio averted his gaze and smiled bitterly. Daisy's answer was

expected, he had been rejected like this many times.

Numbness, habit, has long taken over his sense of pain, he knew that Daisy was trying to use this one

hug to broaden all the past that had been entangled with him.

In the past he might have accused her loudly, would have stressed his love, would have told her he

was the better choice for her, but now he just stares at her calmly and relieved.

This relationship can not be obtained anyway, and why do you have to cocoon yourself.

Rio curved his lips, quiet in this brief moment of relief, he opened his arms, his eyes clear and sunny,

as they were when they first met.

"Well, come on, give me a hug."

This scene brought many emotions to Daisy's heart, but in the end, it only turned into one pleasurable

lift of her lips as she stepped forward to hug Rio's waist and whispered softly.

"Rio, it's a blessing to be friends with you, and hopefully in the future there will be women who feel that

it's also a blessing to be lovers with you."

The arms were released, and Rio still had some desire for that warmth, but the afterglow dissipated,

leaving only emptiness.

He looked at Daisy's bright smile and nodded, his translucent eyes finally no longer clouded with dust:

"Well, I hope you made the right choice, too."

The two smiled at each other and seemed to have finally both stood back to their original positions in

their hearts, however, only Rio knew that his own heart was crying without words.

A side of the photography brother looked at the photography of the two, helplessly sighed, although the

two expressed the true self, this scene is also quite interesting, but involving the privacy, or white shot.

He was tempted to go up to the two men and say something about making up the recordings, but the

atmosphere of sadness and joy in front of him simply made it impossible for him to say anything, he

had already been insensitive once, and could not be insensitive a second time.

"Well, you guys talk, my memory is full, I'm going to clear the data."

The camera boy ran away, Daisy looked back at the speed he disappeared and couldn't help but laugh

out loud.

She turned her head, raised her eyebrows and said to Rio, "Shall we go to dinner now?"

Rio collected himself and looked at Daisy, hooking his lips, "Then I'm afraid you'll have to call on him

again, after all, we can't do what we did last time this time."

When it comes to this recording, Daisy is confident, last time she and Rio are too seemingly separated,

both of them have something in mind, this time preemptively said, the situation is definitely much better.

She slapped Rio's arm cheerfully, the confidence in her eyes shining: "Don't be afraid, we'll definitely

make it this time!"

"Oh? Success in what."

The words fell, Daisy's thoughts were still in the midst of exhilaration, a sudden cold voice suddenly like

a pot of cold water, pouring Daisy's emotions.

She looked around and saw Vincent in a black suit, walking faithfully with his secretary.

"Vincent, what brings you here?"

Daisy's eyes widened, and she ran over in great surprise, immediately leaving Rio behind.

Standing at the entrance of the compound, Vincent saw her jumping and running towards him like a

rabbit, and his face, which had been tense, improved for a while.

"Came over on a business trip and stopped by to see you."

Vincent saw her standing in front of him, and without hesitation, extended his long arms to stop her into

his arms, coldly sweeping his gaze every now and then at Rio, who was not far away.

Rio apparently also noticed his eyes, his heart although he felt stabbed by something in general, but

the surface but no fluctuations, just calmly look at all this.

"Such a coincidence? I haven't even had a chance to tell you yet."

Daisy had long forgotten about Rio, and she leaned into Vincent's arms, surrounded by nothing but the

scent of a man.

She raised her clear eyebrows, obviously somewhat puzzled, her delicate fingers playing with the

broken hair on the side of her forehead, her delicate expression full of thought.

"There is nothing coincidental, not a little coincidental still can not see this scene is not." Vincent's tone

is clearly some resentment, lowered gaze contains a hint of dissatisfaction, but the eyes a turn, then

fade away.