Chapter 29: Chapter 29

Flash Marriage He Made My Jaw Drop Damien was left to look at the stall, and Vivienne went straight to the front.

After she left, Hank from the next stall came over and took out a pack of Marlboro, “Bro, would you like one?”

Damien had never smoked cheap cigarettes like Marlboro.

But he didn’t want to reject other people’s kindness, so he took one, “Thank you.”

Hank sat on the folding stool and said, “You are a lucky man. Vivienne is a nice girl. She is talented, beautiful, and kind–hearted. Plus she works so hard. A good wife will prosper for three generations, you should cherish her.”

Damien glanced in the direction Vivienne was going away. The night market was bustling with people.

At a glance, all he could see was the back of their heads, and Vivienne could not be seen at all.

He just knew Vivienne for a short time, but he could feel her simplicity.

Damien agreed with Hank, “You are right, she is a good wife.”

Hank smiled and said, “Bro, cherish her. You are a perfect match. By the way, I haven’t given you two a gift. Come on, this is my little gift, please accept it.”

Hank took out an envelope with not much money in it, only 100 bucks.

But It could buy his meals for a week, and it was also the money for his child to see a doctor.

This gift was light, but the kindness was very heavy.

Damien refused, “Hank, it’s okay, take it back. Vivienne and I appreciate your kindness, but you need the money to see a doctor.”

“If you’re a man, just take it.” Hank stood up, took a puff of a cigarette, and said, “Vivienne usually helps us a lot. I can’t give you much. Please keep this and buy some daily use or whatever, or I feel bad.”

That was a man’s self–esteem.

“Thanks.” Damien accepted it and lit a Marlboro and took a puff. The smoke choked his nose, which made him cough a few times.

Hank laughed and said, “Hey man, you don’t usually smoke, right?”

“Yes,” Damien said, “Sorry about that.”

Hank had a hearty personality, and the two chatted about daily life.

After a while, Vivienne came back with two cups of milk tea and two Rakfisk noodles.

Before Vivienne approached, Damien smelled the stench, “Vivienne, what did you buy?”

“Rakfisk noodles.” Vivienne placed the noodles on the small table as if offering a treasure, and said, “You must have never eaten it. I know it doesn’t smell good, but it’s delicious, have a try.”

Damien never drank milk tea. He usually drank freshly ground coffee.

Damien smelled the stink, of the Rakfisk noodles, with a painful expression on his face, “This thing is eatable?”

It stunk a bit hard to swallow.

Vivienne said, “It was the same as durian. Try it. It’s really delicious. I promise you will fall in love with it once you try it.”

Vivienne held the Rakfisk noodles in front of him and almost started feeding him directly.

Damien restrained the stench, glanced at the bowl, then at Vivienne.

Vivienne looked at him expectantly, “Try it!”

Vivienne’s eyes seemed to be full of stars, which made him impossible to refuse her.

Damien held his breath, took a bite out of his fork, and put it in his mouth with a very complicated expression.

Vivienne smiled and said, “Isn’t it delicious?”

Damien suppressed his nausea and swallowed it, took a sip of the milk tea, and said, “This is delicious.”

He was really not used to the noodles.

Vivienne didn’t force him either, “Then you drink the milk tea first, and I’ll buy you another food.”

Hank laughed beside him and said, “Bro, I’m not used to eating the Rakfisk noodles either.”

Damien didn’t like the Rakfisk noodles but fell in love with milk tea.

The coffee he usually drank was bitter coffee, so this kind of sweet soda was quite delicious to him.

When Vivienne came back, Damien was almost finished drinking.

Vivienne was busy all night, taking care of business and taking care of Damien.

Damien felt like he was not helping. He asked many times if she needed help, and Vivienne just told him to sit and rest.

Just when Damien was thinking of helping Vivienne sell all these accessories so that they could come back home earlier, suddenly, a familiar voice sounded above his head.

“Damien, it’s really you. Are you here, uh, setting up a street stall?”

Grayson was a little unbelievable. He was dragged by his new girlfriend to visit the night market. Only happened to see Damien setting up a street stall.

A CEO of a big group, setting up a street stall on the side of the road?

Band pages now Life could always give you surprises, huh?

heart.

Grayson was so impressed by his brother’s effort to win a girl’s