A Wild and Hot Cutie

In the master bedroom, Alisa is in bed.

She thinks about it all day and can't remember what to do?

Davis killed her uncle with a car. He escaped. What's his secret?

Suddenly, the door of the room is pushed open, and Davis's figure appears in Alisa's sight. He strides to the bedside, reaches for Alisa's forehead, his black eyes fix on her face, "Are you sick?"

"No!" Alisa answers in a low voice.

"Then why do you lie in bed without supper?" Davis asks eagerly.

Alisa suddenly lowers her eyes, bits her lower lip, and says pitifully, "I miss my family."

"Darling, get up to have a meal and think about it after dinner!"

Davis can't help but picks up Alisa and puts her shoes on the edge of the bed.

As Alisa struggles, Davis sees the resistance in her eyes. "Alisa, what are you doing? It is fine last night. Why is it like this again today? Is it about lending books? Well, I'll catch your classmate and ask her clearly to see what trick you are playing!" Davis loosens his tie, stares at her with black eyes, picks up his cell phone and is about to make a phone call.

Alisa is in a panic. She hasn't thought of any way yet. She can't get involved with Lucy.

She hurriedly stands up, "Don't bother her, OK, I just may be physiological cycle is coming, some depressed mood. "Well, I'll go down to dinner with you!"

Davis hangs up his cell phone suspiciously. "Come on, I hate women crying. Put on your shoes. "

Alisa follows Davis downstairs. It's a terrible dinner. Everything tastes bad. Davis notices Alisa's abnormality and thinks she is still angry about not letting her out during the day.

"Alisa, you're so tolerant. You're so angry. It's for your own good not to let you go out. Why are you so angry?"

"It's boring at home!"

Alisa doesn't want to explain better. She puts down her job and says, "I'm full."

After eating, he goes upstairs directly, and Davis is not interested in eating any more.

After Alisa's back, he picks her up, lowers his head and kisses her on the forehead, "OK, don't be angry. There will be a fashion show tomorrow. I'll take you with me.'

Fashion show? Alisa's face brightens, but soon fades.

How is she in the mood to watch the fashion show now? She is eager to know what happened to her uncle.

If Davis didn't kill his uncle with a car last time, would he kill him later?

Alisa thinks of it, and she feels creepy suddenly. No, he will not.

She wants to ask Davis, but she doesn't dare. She knows he would never tell her.

What should I do? What should I do?

Alisa doesn't sleep all night. For the first time, she feels that it is so stinging to sleep in his arms. She is not comfortable around.

The next morning, Davis goes to the company first, and at noon, he is sent back with some skirts.

"Alisa, dress up and go to the fashion show at two in the afternoon. Remember, don't disgrace me." Alisa is holding her cell phone in a daze. This man has always considered himself and never considered his feelings. Fashion shows are held in the world trade center, once a year fashion festival.

Sam is sitting in the VIP room. He looks at his watch from time to time, almost five minutes from the beginning.

He sees a line of black people walk in from the gate.

The head of a man is dressed with a black long wind clothes with clear-cut face of the rebellious and a pair of black eyes sharp deep. He has very strong momentum. Behind him, there are about 15 bodyguards who divide into two rows and mix in the crowd. "President, he's Davis..."

In fact, without a secretary, Sam has already seen it, and he recalls him quickly. This man is the proud and crazy man he saw in Maldives last time. So what he saw that day was Alisa.

A trace of unhappiness slowly wells up in his heart.

Sam makes a look at the secretary.

The Secretary nods his head and walks towards Davis. When he is less than three meters away, a bodyguard comes up and stopped the secretary. He says politely, "Please step back!" The Secretary smiles and explains his intention. The bodyguard comes to Davis and talks in a low voice.

Sam is so far away that he can't hear what's going on there.

Just to see Davis's eyes, along the Secretary's hand, looking towards him, showing a trace of elite. Soon, Davis turns around and strides towards Sam's seat like a meteor.

Sam gets up gently and gracefully, and makes psychological preparations.

He knows very well that the man in front of him is very difficult to deal with.

No, for Alisa, he will fight at all costs.

"Hello, Davis, thank you for accepting my invitation..." Sam extends his hand in a very decent way.

Davis sweeps his hand as if nothing had happened. He doesn't reach for it. He just hooks his lips indifferently, waves his hand, follows a dozen bodyguards behind him to retreat, and forms a space around the periphery.

In this way, they can neither hear the host's conversation, nor protect the host's safety.

Obviously, they are well-trained.

There is a flash of surprise in Sam's eyes, but not much expression.

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