A Wild and Hot Cutie
Chapter 201 Who fired the gun?

"Sam, aren't you afraid to die?"

"I'm fine, Alisa, as long as you're safe..."

In the hospital, Sam's wound has been cleaned and tied with white gauze. Alisa still feels very sad.

Even if they can't be a lover, they can't wipe off the feelings between two people for more than ten years.

Originally dead heart begins to struggle, she feels uncomfortable.

"Who was that man just now, Sam? Why did he shoot us?"

Sam shakes his head gently. "I don't know. We can't know until the result comes out of the police station. Don't think so much. Be careful when you go out in the future. Don't run around, do you know?"

Sam sighs a little, "It's also my fault. I didn't expect that you would be here. I just thought about the time when we used to let the balloon go. I couldn't help myself for a while, so..."

There is a light color of guilt in Sam's brown eyes.

It's true that the park is far away from Alisa's work and life. Sam doesn't lie. He just misses the past, not to lure Alisa.

"Sam, you're stupid. If you had died for me just now, I'll never forgive you."

Alisa's in tears.

"Well, silly girl, if you had anything just now, I would never forgive myself for my whole life."

They look at each other with their eyes. Their eyes are clear to reflect each other's shadow.

Even breathing, are familiar with each other's breath.

"Bang..." With a loud noise, the door of the ward is kicked open heavily.

Alisa exclaims, gets up subconsciously, and turns to the door of the ward.

In fact, the door of the ward is not closed and is open. The visitor kicks it deliberately, which is to vent his dissatisfaction. "Davis..."

A dark figure stands at the door of the ward, blocking most of the door tightly.

On the dark face, there is a layer of violent anger, a pair of sharp eyes, staring at Alisa.

"Alisa, what the hell do you mean?"

On this day, he has been looking for her, looking for most of S City, and has not seen the shadow.

If he has not used the power of the old man, he will not have known where she is now.

Just at that time he is so anxious that, he cannot help to see her getting together with Sam.

The two are so close together that he stands at the door like an outsider.

Alisa doesn't expect that Davis will replace the hospital so soon,

Just about to explain, Davis has grabbed Alisa in his arms. His fingers are like pincers holding her tightly. She feels that her shoulder blades are about to be crushed by him. The pain makes her tears whirl in her eyes.

What do you want, son of a bitch?

Sam sees the twisted pain on Alisa's small face and hurriedly grabs her.

"Davis, if you're a man, let her go."

Davis viciously lifts up his perfect lips, and his eyes are full of cold light? It's none of your business!"

"You... Davis, you are too much. If you are jealous of me and hate me, you can do anything to me for it. There is no need to vent your temper on a woman. Women are used to love. Do you understand?"

Davis suddenly releases Alisa, reaches out and grabs Sam, with black eyes and quiet condensation. "Sam, don't think you are a fucking man? You're a tragic man, and I'm not jealous. Listen, if I see you hooking up with my woman next time, you can foresee your own end.

Sam's pale face suddenly turns red. He is quite a self-respecting man. He doesn't like Davis humiliating him in front of Alisa.

"Davis, you have the ability to fight with me. I'll tell you, Alisa, she won't like your violent man. You'll never get her heart..."

Davis's anger explodes in an instant, and he then shakes his fist and hits Sam heavily in the face.

Sam's arm is injured, which naturally doesn't work as fast as Davis's. That fist makes him stagger backward and hits the edge of the hospital bed.

Blood flows from his beaten red nose to his chin, and then drips to the floor.

"No..."

Davis sneers and wants to move on. Alisa screams and stops in front of him.

"No, no more fighting..."

Alisa's eyes are red, like rabbits. She doesn't expect that Davis would attack a patient.

His character has not changed at all, his bones are full of evil, and even his blood is flowing with arrogance.

However, she always thinks that it is her delusion that he is making changes for her. Everything is her delusion. Because she has the child in her stomach, she thinks he is a good man. There is no change, no change at all. "Are you defending him? Alisa, you're still defending him, aren't you?"

Davis is full of jealousy. He is jealous. When he sees them together, he can't stand it.

Alisa is against with him for the sake of Sam.

"Well, listen, I won't let you go."

Davis says that and reaches out and pulls Alisa out of the hospital.

Alisa takes a sad look at Sam, surrounded by a feeling of disappointment and loss. She can't speak at all.

Sam almost dies for her, but it is her who causes him to be beaten by Davis.

If she hasn't stopped, Davis is going to keep hitting Sam.

When she leaves the hospital, Alisa gets rid of Davis.

She stands at the door. Her clear eyes fill with anger.

"Davis, you are too much."

"I'm overreacting?" Davis stretches out his hand to loosen his tie and looks at her angrily. "I haven't asked you clearly, what the fuck were you doing with him just now?" "You..." Alisa's face is red with anger. This bastard can say anything.

"That's the ward. What else can we do? Davis, don't measure people with your dirty thoughts. Don't think that all men in the world are as disgusting as you are."

She says he is sick? This damned woman is really a ungrateful woman. He takes out his heart and lungs for her, and she repels him from the bottom of her heart. Is she mentally disabled?

"I'm sick? Then he's not sick? "Davis is furious and shakes Alisa's body with his big hands.

"Alisa, don't forget, do you think I don't know what you did with Sam in those nights out there? Do you think I'm a fool?"

If he has not loved her, he would have swept her out of the house.

During the time when she breaks up with him and lives in that damn forest hut with Sam, it takes him a lot of effort to stop thinking about it.

Alisa opens her mouth wide in surprise. She can't say a word for a long time.

It never occurs to her that Davis still has this thought for her.

Yes, she is with Sam at that time, but they are innocent.

There is no overstep. How can he say that?

Alisa is at a loss. If he suspects that she has an affair with Sam, he should not admit the baby!

A sad smile begins to appear on the corner of her mouth. She does not speak and looks at Davis.

A lot of words suddenly becomes very pale at this moment, love or not love, are empty words.

"Since you don't trust me, why are you still with me? Let's break up!"

With her mouth open, Alisa utters these desperate words.

Davis is stunned. What is he talking about? What did he say? Damn it, it shouldn't be like this. He comes to replace her home.

He clearly wants to tell her that he is worried about her, that he is afraid of losing her, and why he makes it like this again.

She pulls her hand out of his big hand, and her clear eyes become confused and sad.

Full of a touch of grievances, constantly shaking, she is powerless back.

"Alisa, you mean it. You mean it, don't you? You have always had Sam in your heart. Even if he is your brother, you should be his lover, don't you?"

A terrible feeling of disappointment envelops him. What he said is still cold and merciless, like a sharp whip, which beats Alisa's heart violently and leaves her original heart in disorder. "Yes, I'm cheap, OK! If you, Davis, have the ability, don't come to me, you mean woman... "With that, Alisa quickly turns around and runs to the outside of the hospital.

She is unable to control the tears in her eyes, like a broken line of pearl.

Yes, I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean, Mark's family. This is a reality that can never be changed.

Looking at Alisa's figure slowly disappearing in the sight, Davis is still sluggish for half a day and stretches out his hand to grasp something. Only then he replaces that all he can hold is air. What the hell is he crazy about? It's not easy for the two people to get together. Why are they like this again?

Davis smashes his fist on his forehead.

"Jordan!"

"Yes, master."

"Go after Miss Alisa..."

Alisa wanders aimlessly in the street like a headless fly. Where is she going?

The world is so big that there is no place for her. She lives in depression and pain.

The sky is gradually overcast, and the sky, which is just clear, is filled with thick black clouds. Dull air is suffocating and depressing.

Just like Alisa's mood at the moment, heavy, unable to release.

A black Rolls Royce is far behind her, a pair of black eyes is staring at her across the crowd.

She's right. He is more mean than she feels. No one wins in front of love.

He uses to be sure of winning because he doesn't touch love at all.

"Davis master, Miss Alisa is in front. Do you want to catch up with her?" Jordan drives steadily and slowly forward.

Davis's black eyes stares at the front, and for a long time he growls, "Give me a cigarette!"

Jordan slows down and hands Davis a cigarette.

Davis lights up the cigarette, takes a quick puff, and immediately coughs from the smoke. His handsome face is always dark as the sky at this time.

"Davis master, I'm afraid it's going to rain..."

"Shut up, what are you doing with all that crap?"

Davis stops Jordan's words, continues to smoke, one mouthful after another, and his eyes are always fixed in front of him, a small and lost figure.

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