Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter1928 Convergence

The familiar voice, the two knew who it was as soon as they heard it, Daisy turned around and it was

Nina.

Up and down the Nina glittering her eyes rhinestone dress, thin suspenders gently hanging on Nina's

white shoulders, a pair of hated sky high set off her legs slender and straight.

Daisy looked at the delicate woman in front of her and couldn't help but feel sympathy in her heart, just

because of these shoes, she couldn't have been selected.

"That's really embarrassing, I'm not Mr. Watts' anything, but I know you'd love to be his."

Nina in the entertainment industry for a long time, the body of the hostility has been collected a lot, the

corner words can also say two sentences, but in front of Daisy to ask a few words of advice, it will only

be scolded.

As expected, as soon as Daisy's words fell, Nina couldn't help but point at her nose and screw up a

face that was calm and smug just a moment ago.

"Nina, you tighten up." Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Eden, who had been standing by without speaking, finally spoke up at this moment, his probing gaze

resting on Daisy's body, his pursed straight lips seeming to express his displeasure.

However, in reality, he was contemplating another issue.

Why is Daisy here?

In fact, as a star, she should not choose to participate in interview shows or variety shows that can

provoke more topics.

Why appear in such a lukewarm position and wear a dirt-cheap outfit?

Even he himself asked Nina to audition for this show just to hook up with the director of this variety

show, is it hard to believe that Daisy has the same idea as him?

"Hear that, your agent wants you to restrain yourself, and I also advise you to change your own stinking

temper."

Daisy scanned Nina twice and raised her eyebrows contemptuously, her words mocking.

In front of Daisy lost face, Nina more and more unhappy up, her heart nameless fire straight up, has

not dared to disobey Eden, now also can not help but glare back at the expressionless dead face.

"I know my temper very well, I don't need you to interfere!"

Daisy heard Nina yell at the top of her lungs and left the hallway in a rage, heading deeper into the

gym.

Seeing Nina leave, Eden did not move a step at all, but still kept looking at Daisy's clothes, her

expressionless face flushed with a little doubt.

Daisy didn't want to mess with this deep-rooted man. She gave him two glances and planned to leave

with John, but Eden stopped her before she could take a step forward.

"Wait, this sweatshirt of yours, it's not your own, is it?"

I thought he was going to ask something constructive, but I didn't expect it to be a sentence that was

completely outside the status quo.

Daisy turned her head to look at Eden's quiet eyes, gray pupils as in previous years, calm and

unruffled, can not see the slightest difference.

"What does it matter if this dress is mine or not, asking a woman such a question, you are very

ungentlemanly oh."

Daisy does not want to answer this question head on, four or two to try to perfunctorily, a side of Eden

also did not continue to pursue the meaning of the question, his heart of the scale, has just hesitated in

Daisy a moment, found the scale.

So, with one hand in his pocket, he laughed lightly, "Really, that's really offensive, sorry, I'll go see Nina

first."

The sound of leather shoes colliding with the marble class rang out in the corridor, Daisy's relaxed

expression changed all of a sudden, it seems that this Eden has found out something.

But how on earth did he find out, he never mentioned a word about his relationship with Vincent, and

on the basis of a dress, Eden concluded so?

On the side, John watched Daisy's expression rise and fall, but did not understand what it was about,

so she could not help but say, "Daisy, why have you changed your expression? Was it something Eden

just said?"

The corridor, from time to time walked past some stars to interview, Daisy frowned not good to speak

loudly, she looked at the time, in mind to find Vincent to seek confirmation of something.

"John, I'll talk to you later, you watch here for me, and hurry up and call me when the interview starts."

Leaving a hasty message, Daisy rushed to the gym door.

She took out her cell phone and dialed Vincent's number, and the constant beeping annoyed her a

little.

"Hey, what's going on?"

In the office on the top floor of Cavern, Vincent sat in a soft chair, not expecting Daisy's call to come so

quickly. He had thought that the two of them had a disagreement when they were about to get off the

bus, and this call would not come unless he called her.

Daisy didn't want to talk nonsense either, she pursed her lips and opened the door, "I have a question

for you, those clothes you sent me, I don't suppose there's anything personal about you, right?"

Just now Eden kind of surprised look she still remembered clearly, she could not help but feel that it

was the clothes reminded her of who was standing behind her.

If so, wouldn't she have labeled herself as Vincent for a day today?

Daisy felt so humiliated when she thought about it, and if the circle of directors knew about it, I'm afraid

they would question her ability again.

"Personal characteristics?" Vincent raised an eyebrow, not expecting Daisy to come to ask such a

question, his tone plummeted one degree, obviously not wanting to answer her properly, "I don't know."

This refusal to cooperate attitude made Daisy a little hot, she narrowed her eyes, sank her face and

steadied her irritated mind: "Can you cooperate, if you don't tell me, I'll go back and throw away all the

clothes you sent!"

Hearing Daisy threaten herself, Vincent couldn't help but let out a light tsk, she even dared to talk to

herself like this now.

This woman really can't be spoiled at all.

"OK, you can throw it away if you want."

To really temper up, Vincent's already domineering personality, more will not think about others, Daisy

stimulate him, it is simply broken.

Just as he was about to hang up, Daisy suddenly became a different person and called out to him

gently.

"Wait, this issue is really important to me." Daisy tightened her grip on the phone, forcing down the

emotions that were about to erupt in her heart.

If Vincent was in front of him, he would have been surprised by her now grim and mean expression.

"Yeah." Vincent responded nonchalantly, and his mind began to think about Daisy's question.

For a moment, he seemed to remember something, propped up the corner of his forehead and said,

"Most of the clothes were selected by the guide for me, but there is a sportswear set in there that I got

their designer to design specifically for me alone."

Designing sportswear?

I've heard of designing various styles of clothes, but I'm afraid Vincent is not the first among the rich to

specialize in custom sportswear, right?