A Wild and Hot Cutie

Chapter 270 This baby is cute

After the enthusiasm, the two calm down.

Davis clutches Alisa and hugs her to the bedroom and puts her on the bed. He presses on her again.

Alisa pushes him away.

"What are you doing in these seven years?"

"Help my father take care of the headquarters..."

"Why don't you find me? Or do you want to give up this relationship?"

Davis is silent. "Some things haven't been handled well. I never thought about giving you up."

"Then what do you plan to do between us?"

Davis reaches out and hugs her, hugging her tightly in his arms.

"I'm working hard, but you must not be with that bastard, or I will kill him next time."

"Hey, can you not be so overbearing, he's just a friend"

"A friend? I obviously sees you hug together."

"Well, you're just selfish, like men all over the world rob you of women."

Davis arrogantly presses her under his body and kisses her lips. For a long time, he raises his face and

sits up, not willing to leave her.

"I'm leaving."

Davis puts his shirt on. He has something else to do, and Alisa looks at him depressingly.

"You are leaving?"

Davis lowers his head and kisses her face.

"Davis, give me a reason..."

"What reason?"

Alisa throws him a pillow and Davis takes it with his hands.

"If you're leaving tonight, I'll find another man..."

Davis's hand stops.

After seven years, she looked for him for seven years, and they have been together for just one night,

and he is leaving.

How can this make her feel good?

On Davis's handsome face, there is a bad smile. He jumps back and rides on Alisa.

"It doesn't seem I satisfy you."

"Asshole, this is not the point..."

Alisa has to talk again, Davis's kiss has fallen like raindrops.

That night, he is so energetic that he did it four times in a row.

Alisa is tired and falls asleep.

After working for a whole day during the day and exhausts overtime at night, Alisa finally couldn't hold

it.

Davis gets out of bed, gets dressed, and bows his head to kiss her lips.

He is so unwilling to leave her, but he has more important things to do and could not stay.

The next morning, Alisa is woken up by an alarm clock.

After opening her eyes, she reaches out and touches the quilt around her. The man has already left,

and the quilt has cooled down.

The bastard, damn it, he goes so silently again.

On the carpet in the room, she is still casually wearing last night's clothes. At this time, her clothes,

pants, and underwear are all packed away and placed within her reach.

Alisa puts on a pajama and comes out.

On the desktop there is a small note with the handwriting by Davis.

“The laptop has repaired it for you, the faucet in the bathroom is repaired, sleep well.”

Alisa holds the piece of paper and feels a warmth in her heart.

This bastard man, has he been learning repair computer and faucet recent years?

However, Alisa really goes to the study and opens her laptop.

This laptop was bought seven years ago. It contains clips of her life with Davis, including the villa of the

family, as well as the beach and the garden. She took pictures with her mobile phone, and recorded

videos for her baby when she gets sick.

Sometimes she took it out for a look, but this the laptop has already been broken.

She wants to take it for repair, and she is afraid to lose the data inside, so she keeps it.

Unexpectedly, Davis has repaired it.

She opens it. It really works.

The laptop is completely repaired. Alisa is a little excited, and even more surprised is that Davis uses a

photo of them to make a computer desktop.

That group photo is taken seven years ago with her son in her belly, and he took pictures with her at

that time. He never keeps it on his cell phone.

Alisa stares at the group photo for a long time.

At that time, she is so simple and happy. And Davis is kissing her.

Alisa slowly sees the pictures in the laptop one by one.

All the memory comes back.

"Baby, I'm your mum. do you see that. Isn't she pretty?"

"Baby, Mummy loves you very much, but for some reasons, Mummy has to leave you temporarily, but

Mummy will look at you in the heaven..."

"Baby, maybe you are one year old now, you will call Mummy. You must be very cute, Mummy wants to

kiss you, hug you, and touch your pink face..."

"Baby, you are now two years old. Your little mouth should be full of small teeth. Don't eat too much

sugar. You must grow up quickly and become the most handsome little prince."

"Baby, you should be three years old. Have you ever listened to Daddy? Mommy sings a birthday song

for you today, you must remember that, in fact, every birthday, mommy sings a birthday song for you.

Listen now. Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

"Baby, maybe you are already in kindergarten now, you will wear clothes and pants, eat and drink by

yourself. Mommy is very happy. You have finally grown into a little man. Mommy wants you to be happy

and live every day happily. Mummy misses you..."

Looking at the video recorded, recalling the pain she suffered in the past, Alisa couldn't help crying.

If nothing happened to the child, he should be seven years old now.

The phone rings suddenly, Alisa picks up the phone.

"Alisa, what are you doing?"

"Oh, Lucy, I just wake up." Alisa comes out with her mobile phone, walks to the window, opens the

curtains and looks out.

Outside is a neatly trimmed lawn.

The morning sun is shining brilliantly, and it is another wonderful weather.

"Alisa, I'm going to help you, how about it?"

"Oh, okay, I've invited you several times. Why do you have this idea now?"

"Hey, whatever, I want to stay abroad for a while now."

"Okay, when will you arrive, tell me in advance, I'll pick you up at the airport."

"That’s a deal..."

Hanging up the phone, Alisa feels much more relieved. She looks at the laptop in the study and has

little courage to shut it down. Perhaps the loss of a child is a wound that Alisa will never heal.

If Alisa takes a closer look, she may find that all of her video recordings have been viewed again, but

she know it after a long time when Davis tells her personally.

Alisa sorts out her things and packs them in order and go out. She suddenly realizes that today is the

weekend.

Well, even if you go out, just go shopping.

She wants to call and come out to play with Jack. After thinking about it, she throws her phone back. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

In her second year in Paris, Jack gives her a Ferrari sports car, but she refuses it.

She bought a small beetle for herself and feels pretty good.

In the park, the air is very good. Alisa parks her car and sits on the park bench to bask in the sun.

In fact, usually, she rarely has time to play and she spends most of her time studying and working.

Maybe it is Davis's surprise coming back that disrupts her life plan, or maybe the video recordings this

morning disturbs her mind. She can't calm down now.

Close her eyes, she is receive the positive energy of sunlight.

A slight footstep stops in front of Alisa, and she slowly opens her eyes.

In front of her stands a tall little boy, who looks like eight or nine years old.

Below the short black hair is a handsome and childish face, with a pair of beautiful eyes.

On the body is a British style long trench coat with a scarf on the neck. This fashion is hand made by a

family company specializing in aristocratic clothing in Italy.

This set of clothes is of great value. It is worn on this young man, and it is very high-quality, like a

descendant of a certain royal family.

The young man puts his hands behind him, tilts his head, and stares at Alisa seriously.

Alisa looks at the child dumbly. Although it is the first time she saw him, she feels a strange feeling in

her heart, as if she has seen him somewhere.

This child...

After the two watching each other for a long time, Alisa finally couldn't help laughing.

"Oh." Alisa smiles, "Little guy, what are you doing?"

There is no response from him. Alisa laughs and immediately says in French, "What's your name,

boy?"

The little boy smiles, "Hello beauties, my name is Wit. Nice to meet you."

"Hello, have we met before?" Alisa laughs.

"Hey, yes, I've seen you on TV and I admire you very much, so, in order to show my love, please

accept my flowers."

Wit takes out a large rose with a flower-shaped bud from behind him.

Alisa blinks, feeling surprised.

She just received a truck of roses yesterday, and today she receives such a small cute boy's roses.

Alisa takes the flowers, puts down to her nose and sniffs.

"It's so fragrant, thank you. Wit, how about your parents?"

"I'm not sure. I'm not a kid anymore. I don't interfere with adults' lives."

"Oh, I see. So you're grown up. How old are you?"

Wit narrows his eyes slyly, "Age and measurements of chest, waist and hip must be keep secret."

"Well." Alisa smiles happily. Why is this little boy so cute?