Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

was invited

Only then did he sleepily stand up, fixed his eyes on the girl in front of him, and then grinned like he

had eaten shit.

Unlucky ah!

"I'm unlucky to run into you in a place like this, why do I always feel like you're a ghost, I see you

everywhere. I'm not sure I'm going to be able to see you."

The boy stood up viciously, not forgetting to grab his clothes, still muttering.

Klara was helpless, she now knew who this mouthy boy was.

Carson Dixon, his fame as the college's schoolboy, but what gave his life a boost was also considered

his penultimate grade.

In addition to Klara, he can be said to be one of the worst performers in the entire senior exams, but it

is entirely thanks to his face that his popularity is still quite high in the college. NôvelDrama.Org content.

Compared to the treatment of Klara, it can be said that it is a difference of clouds and mud, he is also

like everyone else, are avoiding Klara, at this time is also ready to leave.

"Wait a minute."

Unexpectedly called by Klara suddenly, Carson was a bit baffled, but still turned back in disgust.

"What for? I'm not interested in you, after all, the grades are worse than mine."

The corners of Klara's mouth twitched, a second to last, why do you always emphasize the academic

achievement thing? I, the original owner of this body, actually couldn't even pass this kind of person.

Shame, too much shame, but Klara was still calm on the surface.

"You didn't take anything."

Carson was stunned to see the mock questions on the floor, then quickly returned to his cynical

appearance.

"Don't want it, just throw it away."

Saying that, he closed the door and left. Klara looked complicated, but did not force herself, except that

she picked up the mock question book and casually flipped through it.

The first question made Klara look complicated, this person seems to be copied 5 into 25?

The first question is, "What is the reason for this?

The company's main goal was to get the best out of the company's business.

Only just as she reached the door she was stopped by a few burly men in black suits, and Klara didn't

move as she squeezed the gold pin.

Soon there was a well-dressed man walking out from behind them.

Only the well-dressed man suddenly bowed his head to her and said to Klara with respect in his voice.

"Miss Bell, our young master has an invitation, and I hope you'll be gracious enough to come back with

us."

Klara looked at the man in front of her, and then suddenly remembered his identity, wasn't this the

same assistant who always followed Stanley around?

It seems to be called Milo.

"Does he want to see me for something?"

Klara still wanted to ask about the man's sudden invitation, but Milo had no intention of answering her

positively, but only answered vaguely.

"I'm not too sure what the boss thinks, just that it's good that you're coming with us."

Klara nodded, after all, Stanley had been kind to her, and she didn't hate the man too much, so there

was nothing wrong with going along for the ride.

She got into the car, followed by Milo, and the car drove quickly to a private club.

The private club is in the shape of a cruise ship, the entire interior is built to imitate a ship, and there is

an artificial sea underneath, extremely realistic, exquisite buildings and pavilions, jade trees have

everything.

It is really luxurious, and only the top business people can enter here, but Klara is nothing to fuss

about, just follow Milo into a private box.

As soon as he pushed the door, he saw the man sitting inside, and he was still as inscrutable as ever,

even if he sat there and did nothing.

But he is still the most shining presence in the crowd, because of his presence, Klara always feel the

air pressure in the room are lowered a few points.

He said nothing, did nothing, and was able to be so oppressive.

Today he was wearing a dark shirt that wrapped tightly around his young, powerful body, showing off

that air of power and dominance.

Klara took a deep breath and sat down across from him. Her strength lies in not being surprised by

changes, and this really impressed Stanley.

The waitress in Chinese dress came in and brought a dish to the table, each dish was unique and

exquisite.

Klara stared intently at Stanley, wondering if he had come to her because of the toxins in his body.

"What exactly did you want to see me about?"

Klara asked, but Stanley was in no hurry, he just picked up his chopsticks and casually picked a

chopstick of salmon.

"Let's eat first and talk afterwards."

Klara's eyes widened.

"I'm not here to eat, so just say what you have to say."

Stanley, however, raised an eyebrow noncommittally.

"You're too skinny, eat first."

Klara closed her eyes helplessly, what did he have to do with her being fat and thin? What the hell did

he want with himself?

The actual fact is that Stanley is telling the truth, he has long found that this little girl is light and fluffy,

not eating more to grow fatter how can it work?

The original also wanted to ask further questions, but Stanley has already picked up chopsticks

elegantly began to eat, Klara had to follow the chopsticks.

If you don't eat actively, you have a brain problem.

But the two people have nothing to say, the meal is both silent and depressing, Klara is simply

tasteless.

But at least give enough face, finished a bowl, Klara then put down the chopsticks.

"Now you can say it, what exactly is the matter of finding me here?"

Her curiosity had long been piqued, and Stanley across the table had finally put down his chopsticks

and wiped his hands with a warm towel.

Stanley suddenly took out a small box from behind him, then gently pushed it in front of Klara.

Klara was still full of lonely doubt.

"What's in this?"

Stanley's eyes were fixed on her, and the corners of his mouth curled into an imperceptible smile.

"You can open it and see for yourself."

Respectfully, Klara opened the box with a beak, but soon her expression was filled with surprise.

As soon as the box was opened, the whole house was reflected in the light, originally in the picture did

not feel anything, but when it was really in her hands, Klara understood its value.

The box was filled with Sigh of Angel.

Klara snapped the lid of the box, she took a deep breath and looked at the man with an unknown

expression across the room.

"What do you mean by that again?"

What is the purpose of putting this diamond ring-Sigh of Angel, which has been praised by the world

and made countless girls lose their voices and scream their hearts out, in front of herself?

The next second the ring was suddenly brought on his own hand, Stanley's cold voice sounded.

"Proposal."