A Wild and Hot Cutie

"Young master, this is Alisa's cell phone."

Jordan hands Alisa's cell phone to Davis. "I've checked. Mark doesn't have a cell phone at all, so the text message in Alisa's cell phone is sent by another person."

Davis narrows his eyes dangerously. "Change her mobile card, and the number will be in your card. Keep your eyes on it. If that person sends another text message, you will let me know as soon as possible." "Yes!" Jordan puts away the card, turns around and whispers, "what about Mark?"

Davis reaches out and pulls at the suit, with a sneer at the perfect corner of his lips.

"Let's go and have a look..."

A well defended basement.

Mark keeps shivering in the corner, and his last plot is a complete failure.

It's over.

With a bang, the iron door opens and Davis's tall figure appears in Mark's sight.

Mark raises his panicked eyes and crawls to Davis on his knees.

"Davis, let me go, let me go. Now that I'm a broken family, please let me go."

Davis raises his pistol and aims it indifferently at Mark.

"You deserve it. When you hurt Perry, did you expect that one day..."

Mark is shaking all over. "Listen to me, young master. I have to. I have a hard time. Besides, in order to make up for the mistakes of that year, didn't I give my daughter and my brother's daughter to you for fun?"

Davis kicks Mark in the chest. Mark is kicked to the corner of the wall. His head hits the wall heavily, and blood flows down his forehead. He is still unwilling to beg for mercy. He is afraid of death. He is very afraid of death.

Davis's eyes twinkle with fierce light. "Your family, there is no good thing. Today is the day you repay."

"Bang" With a shot, Mark trembles and falls down slowly.

Davis glances at the body in disgust, and a trace of loss and sadness flashes through his black eyes. Perry, I avenge you, but you still can't come back.

"Bury his body anywhere..."

Davis says coldly, Jordan nods. Davis thinks about it and adds. "Don't let Alisa know."

That silly girl, if she knows that he killed her son of a bitch, she doesn't know what kind of trouble to cause.

"Yes, young master!" Jordan nods respectfully.

"Bang"

With a loud noise, Alisa is awakened from her dream. She feels her heart beat very fast.

She puts on your pajamas, climbs up from the bed, opens the door and walks out.

At the gate, Davis is coming in from the outside, and his shirt at the neck is stained with a few specks of blood.

"Are you hurt?" Alisa asks with concern.

Davis looks down at his hands, grabs a white towel and wipes it.

His eyes are not comfortable. Facing Alisa, the hatred in his heart seems unable to burn.

Reaching out and loosening his tie, "Alisa, are you having a nightmare? How can I get hurt?"

Alisa's clear eyes go over his eyes again.

"But I heard the gunshot. What's going on here?"

Davis impatiently pushes Alisa away. "You've got so much crap today. Let's go to bed. What are you doing out there?"

As soon as Davis's big body is sitting on the sofa, Alisa rushes over.

Directly from his body, small hand begins to unbutton his clothes.

Davis's perfect lip points a sneer, "Alisa, why are you in such a hurry?"

Alisa pulls off his coat, quickly unbuttons his shirt, looks around his neck, and looks behind him. She is not hurt, so she takes back her confused eyes. "There's a lot of blood on your shirt."

Davis just remembers that when he shot mark, there is blood gushing. He doesn't pay attention.

He reaches out and pushes Alisa away and walks into the bathroom.

"Men, there will always be blood on them!"

Looking at Davis slamming the shower door shut, Alisa stays for a moment and looks back to see Jordan coming in with his cell phone.

"Alisa, this is your mobile phone. By the way, the number has been changed."

"Why?"

"That's what Davis means, in order to protect Alisa's safety."

"Oh!" Well, anyway, uncle has been detained by the police, and he will not text her again.

After Davis takes a bath, his strong upper body is still naked, and the water drips down his chest. He is sexy, strong and attractive.

Alisa is sitting on the sofa, peeling the fried chestnuts and sending them to her mouth.

Davis's perfect and handsome face comes into her sight. She is slightly stunned. A freshly peeled chestnut in her hand is ready to be put into her mouth. Davis turns his head and bits the chestnut in her hand into his mouth. The hot tip of the tongue deliberately rolls up her fingers and licks them gently.

Alisa stares at his eyes, which are used to cure evil spirits for a long time.

Alisa takes her bag, retreats to the other side of the sofa, she continues to cross legged sitting on the sofa, peeling chestnuts and reading at the same time.

Davis takes her book and opens it. It's a foreign fashion magazine.

There are all kinds of new clothes on it, and Davis raises his mouth.

"Are you so interested in fashion design?"

Alisa peels the chestnuts and puts them in her mouth. She nods hard. "Yes!"

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