A Wild and Hot Cutie novel Chapter 162

Sam's warm face is covered with a cloud. Alisa feels like she is stuck in her throat immediately. She knows that Uncle Saxon will not like her.

Yes, she is lovely and naive when she is a child, and the two families are close friends, which is considered to be family to family.

But now everything has changed. Alisa is no longer worthy of Sam.

She is pure wishful thinking, but also naive that everything is the same as before, tears rustle down the job.

"Excuse me! I'll go to the bathroom!"

Alisa pushes away the chair, stands up and walks out. She is afraid that she will be out of control and starts crying at the table.

She should have thought about it. Why did she come?

Sam calls softly, "Alisa!" Watching Alisa turn around injured and walk into the bathroom, his heart also becomes depressed.

Dad must have been on purpose, knowing that he doesn't bring Alisa back to get together, but to make their relationship public.

He doesn't expect dad to interrupt his delusion before he picks out what he says.

"Dad, you know I broke up with Vivian. Why do you want to do that?"

"Like that?" Saxon puts down his rice bowl and looks at Sam coldly. "What's your attitude to talk to dad?" Sam's eyes get hurt.

"Daddy, Alisa is a good girl!"

"Fart!" Saxon growls, "Good girl? Will good girls be mistresses for money? How can a good girl seduce her brother-in-law to cause her sister’s death? A good girl will make you nearly die for her..."

"Dad" Sam gives a low cry anxiously. Alisa is still in the bathroom. It is just a door away. Dad deliberately raises his voice. Obviously, he tells Alisa to listen to him, so that she can walk away.

"Who told you this, Dad? She's not what you think."

Saxon can't help Sam to say again, and seriously says, "Alisa has no family background and no background. She can't help you in her career. Look at this child is also soft and weak. She can only be a woman relying on a man. What does such a girl want to do? Listen, Vivian is my future daughter-in-law. If you want to play tricks, you'd better not even think about it."

The voice of the conversation between the father and the son clearly comes into Alisa's ear. Her hands are twisted.

The fingernails are so deep in the flesh that she doesn't feel the blood coming out.