A Wild and Hot Cutie

Looking at Alisa's nervous and small appearance, Sam feels soft in his heart, and he leans over to pick up Alisa.

"It's OK. The doctor says it doesn't matter!"

"But you've been there so long..."

"Well, yes, I called the company, so it was delayed. The doctor said that your feet will be well after a hot compress. I'll help you to do some physiotherapy..." After hot compress and physical treatment, Alisa's feet soon recovered.

But the wedding dress doesn't go on because Sam's secretary calls again and calls him away.

Alisa knows that something must have happened to his company again, and a sense of loss comes back to her.

What should I do? Sam must have had a lot of trouble.

Davis's words ring in Alisa's ear again.

One night! Just one night!

Alisa bites her lower lip. She's so sad that she can't help it. Sam will be very sad if he knows that she has gone to open a room with Davis.

But if she doesn't save him, he will be doomed.

Alisa falls into a deep hesitation. At last, she plucks up her courage to unplug Davis's mobile phone.

"What you said does count?"

"Have you figured it out?" Davis's tone is always that hurtful.

"Well."

"At eight o'clock tonight, come to room 808 of the Imperial Hotel. Overdue.

Davis finishes and hangs up.

Alisa grabs her cell phone and begins to regret it. She knows that it's a deal with the devil. Why should she agree?

Sitting blankly on a bench on the street, looking at the traffic coming and going, Alisa feels that she is trapped in a dark fog, unable to extricate herself or resist. There is only one chance. If she misses it, there will be no end.

When night begins to fall, Sam calls her.

"Alisa, the company is going to have a board meeting and make a new decision. I can't go with you. You can stay at home."

"Well, I see, Sam!"

Alisa hangs up, tears running down her cheeks. Sorry Sam, forgive me again.

Alisa doesn't know how to get into the hotel. After entering the hotel, she lowers her head, as if every year she looks at it with contempt. She hurries into the elevator, stops on the 8th floor, and walks hard.

A jeering voice comes.

"President Sam, don't ask Davis, he's just playing with us..."

"Yes, President, let's find another way."

"Well, for the sake of the company, I'm nothing." Sam's calm voice comes to Alisa's ears with meticulous attention.

A large number of people come to her. Alisa turns around anxiously and goes into a bathroom.

She waits for more than ten minutes quietly and comes out after hearing the footsteps disappear.

How can this happen?

Sam comes to Davis with the company's shareholders. Has he come this far? Is Sushi group really facing such a huge change? Alisa's heart becomes heavy again.

Alisa readjusts her mood, walks to the door of room 808, raises her hand, and it is a long time before she falls down gently. "Come in!"

The door is open, and a cold voice comes out and falls into Alisa's voice, which makes her tremble involuntarily.

Alisa walks in gently and closes the door behind her.

In the gorgeous presidential suite, Davis is sitting on the black sofa in the living room, leaning back, holding a red wine cup with a faint smell of dark red liquid. Alisa shuffles up to Davis.

The atmosphere between the two suddenly becomes very strange.

Maybe the air conditioner in the room is on too much. Alisa is holding her white arm and shivering.

Davis's black eyes sweep her face mercilessly, and often look down.

"Come here!"

Davis says coldly.

Alisa looks up at him, bites her lower lip, and comes timidly to him.

She feels oppressed and embarrassed.

"Look up at me..."

There is anger in Davis's eyes. He had seen her body before. Why does she pretend to be so ashamed? Does she really think she's Sam's woman? Alisa looks a little uneasy. "Are you really going to let Sam go?"

"For me, money is just a game. It's also a game to play women. There's nothing wrong with swapping them."

Davis speaks arrogantly and coldly. At this time, he is the king who dominates the world. He decides the rules of the game and the outcome.

"Just now, Sam asked you?" Alisa asks uneasily.

Davis hooks his lips, sneers, and slowly pours the red liquid into his mouth.

"It's our time. Don't talk about others."

"Oh!" Alisa whispers.

Now she is quite embarrassed. She doesn't know how to do it. She still tries to persuade herself. At the thought of Sam, she wants to repent, back away and escape. Davis looks at her coldly. The perfect corner of his lips slightly raises, and says with some dissatisfaction, "Are you going to sit until dawn like this?"

"Oh, what am I going to do?" Alisa's face is red and hot.

"Go and cook something for me. I've been busy all night. Those bastards have been so noisy that I haven't eaten anything."

"Oh, yes!" Alisa quickly puts down her bag and rushes to the kitchen.

She doesn't expect that Davis will let her cook and eat. She will do anything but exercise in bed.

The senior presidential suites here are all equipped with separate kitchens.

Alisa turns on the kitchen light. It's clean and spotless. It should never look the same.

Davis looks at her happy back and is inexplicably upset. She even sells her body for Sam. It is too exciting for him.

Alisa opens the freezer. There's everything in it.

"What would you like to eat?" Alisa looks back at Davis, who is leaning against the wall, with black eyes looking at her deeply.

For many days, he can only barely take a look at her through Jerry. The yearning grows like wild grass after the rain, occupying his heart to death.

"Dumplings!" Davis says something casually.

Then she adds, "You can only cook dumplings!"

Alisa spits out her pink tongue. In fact, she not only cooks dumplings, but also takes too much time to make dumplings. She just doesn't want to do other things. Making dumplings is perfect.

Davis's big body suddenly leaves, and Alisa feels that the pressure from behind is gone.

Davis walks up to the balcony with his cell phone.

"Alisa is here with me and won't go back at night."

"Davis, you are not allowed to touch my daughter!"

"You should be very clear about her position in my heart. If I want to move her, I won't wait until now..."

Davis hangs up the phone, stands on the wide balcony, looks at the lights of the whole city, suddenly feels that she is so around him, everything is so beautiful.

Even if he doesn't look at her, he feels comfortable knowing that she is within the range he can feel.

Alisa is peeling the dumplings when Davis comes to the door and reaches for her cell phone. "Someone is calling you!"

Alisa wipes her hands on the dishcloth and connects her cell phone. Sam's voice comes from inside. "Alisa, are you asleep?"

Alisa looks at the time. It is already 9:30 p.m. and she can't help saying, "Well, I'm going to sleep!" "Alisa, is your foot still hurting?"

"No more pain!"

"Alisa, I'm very excited to think that you will be my wife in ten days. Alisa, finding you is the greatest happiness of my life. I was thinking that I must have done something I owe you in my previous life, so God punished me for parting with you for ten years, and now I can finally keep the sky. Are you happy, Alisa?"

Alisa is filled with deep guilt. If Sam knows she is in Davis's room, he will be crazy.

Alisa subconsciously looks at the kitchen door and meets a pair of fierce black eyes. She drops her eyes in fear.

"Well, Sam, I'm sleepy!"

Davis doesn't know anything about it. He doesn't want to move a step when he watches them talking.

"Alisa, by the way, there's one thing I want to tell you. If you feel any discomfort, you must first tell me that I will take you to the hospital. You must not run to the hospital alone. I am not at ease with you alone. "As Sam repeatedly tells her, Alisa only feels that he is caring about her and doesn't care much.

"Well, I see. Good night!"

"Good night, Alisa. Good dream!" Sam hangs up reluctantly.

Alisa's heart frenzies. Her whole body is tense and bursting with cold sweat.

Davis is standing there all the time, and she is afraid that if Davis cries out on purpose, her lies will soon be exposed. How will she face Sam then?

However, until she hangs up, Davis doesn't say a word, just looks at her, eyes deep.

Alisa passes by and turns off the phone.

"Afraid?" Davis sneers.

Do you need to be so nervous with him? He sees a cold sweat on her forehead and a twinkle in her eyes.

Damn it, she cares so much about that man.

Alisa smiles miserably at him. "I'll make dumplings. Would you like to sleep first? I'll call you when I've packed it."

Davis reaches for his chin and sneers in a low voice, "It's a pity that I spent one hundred million dollars for one night sleeping like this. I want to enjoy it." Alisa is embarrassed to see that her little plot has been exposed by him.

OK.

Alisa continues to make dumplings. She slows down on purpose and tries to make dumplings into many lovely shapes.

One is to delay as much as possible, and the other is to try to show off and coax Davis to let her go.

Davis doesn't leave either, so he looks at her.

As long as she packs it, he watches it. They stand desperately.

Or she's a worker, and he's a supervisor.

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