Daisy and John both looked at those comments on the Internet and were a bit teary-eyed. They didn't expect that she could act so badly even if she was acting in the script.
John couldn't help but sigh, "Daisy, you've botched it this time."
Not to mention the whitewash Rio, almost got himself a fishy, good in the production of the program team over the top, but also the two created a few sweet shots.
"Hey, no way, it turns out that plans can't catch up with changes, but it's good that Rio has managed to make it to the shore." Daisy leaned back on the sofa and smiled casually, a bashful attitude of doing one's best and waiting for God's will.
Shutting down the computer, John gave her a somewhat helpless look, a little speechless at Daisy's bewildering optimism.
"Okay, I'm not going to talk to you, it's late, aren't you going back to Vincent's side?"
A rhetorical question made Daisy's whole body stiffen on the sofa, she smiled sarcastically and didn't mean to stand up: "He hasn't come back today, he's been on a business trip, John, take me in."
Daisy tilted a pitiful face, making it somewhat impossible for John to refuse, or rather, she had no intention of refusing her in the first place.
Originally, the two were living together all the time.
She looked at Daisy with a smile and said, "Well, that's no problem, but I have to cook and wash the dishes now, so I'll have to ask you to buy a bag of salt for me."
At the word, Daisy immediately jumped up from the sofa, collected all the immodesty of the party, with a serious face, than a salute posture, and answered in a deep voice: "Yes Lord John, as ordered!"
Seeing her acting up at the drop of a hat, John laughed and slapped her lightly, blowing her out the door, "Stop acting and go."
Wrapping herself up tightly, Daisy grabbed the money and dashed out the door, intending to pick up a quick bag of salt at the convenience store downstairs.
A few minutes later, Daisy was close to reaching the convenience store, yet just as she was about to enter, she was suddenly dragged into a side alley by a hand reaching out from the shadows.
"Daisy!"
A hurried and panicked male voice exploded abruptly in Daisy's ears, and she froze, not recognizing for a moment who the disheveled man in front of her actually was.
"You are?"
Daisy blinked inexplicably, trying to find a bit of familiarity in the ragged man in front of her, but finding none whatsoever.
"It's Timothy! Help me Daisy, help me!"
Timothy looked hurried, his face would always carry the pair of gold-rimmed glasses long gone, the old elegant and calm look was replaced by a frantic and panicked demeanor.
The person in front of you, where there is still a half of the shadow of what once was?
"You're Timothy?" Daisy still felt disbelief, even if she owed more than a hundred thousand dollars at the casino, she didn't have to make such a mess, right?
Hearing Daisy's question, Timothy nodded pathetically and kept looking to the sides, as if he was hiding from something.
Daisy, someone is chasing me, hurry up and hide me!" He said sharply and frightened, "I am, I am Timothy!
Timothy did not say this sentence is fine, once said this sentence, Daisy more and more do not want to take care of him, this is not impatient to tell her the existence of the existence of bad people nearby, then why she should be for an enemy, to offend others?
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