"Hey! Alisa, this one is mine... "
Davis quickly jumps up from the sofa, hugs Alisa's head, kisses her lips forcefully with a hot kiss, snatches them from her lips and teeth, and rolls the chestnuts she has just put into her mouth.
A sweet chestnut taste, but also with her sweet taste, Davis slightly hooks up the perfect lips, black eyes ambiguous inexplicable.
"Peel me one more..."
Davis seems to have dried up with chestnuts, his black eyes fix on Alisa's white fingers.
Alisa pauses for a moment. "Davis, I want to see my uncle!"
There are still many questions she wants to ask mark, such as the resentment of the two families. She can't live in such a muddle.
On Davis's handsome face, the light smile just now quickly disappears. Dark eyes flash, and his tall figure rises from the sofa.
He stands up and looks down at Alisa. "Do you think you haven't been hurt by him?"
Alisa blinks. "I'm fine now, aren't I? He won't really hurt me. "
"No, from now on, you are not allowed to mention mark in front of me.
"Oh!" Alisa gives a light oh, this Oh is not a compromise, but perfunctory.
Davis doesn't like the way she perfunctory him.
Alisa picks up the remote control rather sullenly and switches channels aimlessly.
"Wait..." Davis suddenly grabs the remote control from her hand.
The TV picture is fixed, and the news is rolling in the TV.
"Perfect clothing is the first clothing company of Sushi Group in mainland China, with the most fashionable designer in Paris..."
Davis's black eyes have become dark. Sushi group is not Vivian's fiancé.
OK! It looks good.
At this time, the screen is switching to the T-shaped platform, and the autumn and winter fashion show is being held. There are hot models on catwalk in fashionable fashion
"Susan…" Davis unplugs his cell phone, a deep voice with strong dissatisfaction.
"Davis, what can I do for you?"
"What's the matter with you? Sushi Group made such a big move here. You haven't received any news. I see if your secretary has made it to the end?"
Davis's voice is full of violence, and Alisa sits far away with the chestnuts in her arms.
"I'm sorry, Davis. It's my fault. I'll check it right away."
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