The Perpetual Old Virgin And Bad Boy

chapter 13

Davin had walked out of a special room for him and walked casually towards the door of the building.

With a careless appearance, with black trousers torn on both sides of his knee with a black shirt with his sleeves rolled up, which showed off tattoos on both arms.

Davin's appearance was perfected with a large chain necklace, black wristband and earrings on his left ear.

His brown hair was deliberately made a mess that added a cool impression on the cute man.

Davin walked without heeding Mark's whereabouts there enjoying the plume of white smoke coming out of his mouth.

"You're leaving, now?" Mark asked, who was holding back David's move.

"You think?" Ask Davin back nonchalantly.

"Ck! Mark could only cluck annoyed at Davin's words.

"You, you're coming back here?" Mark stood up from his seat and followed Davin out of the old building.

"Come away!" Answer Davin cuek who is now near his favorite big motorbike.

Mark could only sigh deeply at his friend's indifferent nature.

Without saying anything, Davin drove off his big bike leaving Mark alone there with an annoyed face.

"Basic, ancient man!" Maki Mark's.

The man then entered the building with a grumbling mouth.

Davin himself is now launching his dashing black motorbike in the middle of our street Los Angeles, which is so hot.

Davin proposed the scorching sun that was so hot that it burned his white skin which now turned reddish on his hands.

The full-face helmet can protect Davin's handsome face from the sun.

Without thinking about his tattooed hand turning red, Davin continued to advance his gallant iron horse.

It did not take long Davin, had arrived at a favorite cafe which is the cafe relics of the mommy.

Davin parked his motorcycle there and was greeted warmly by the guard who swiftly opened the door for the son of the famous cafe owner.

"Where's the old lady, then?" Ask Davin with his face, to one of the writers there.

"On the top floor, young master," replied the writer politely.

"Okay, thanks!" Davin said as he blinked his eyes and smiled sweetly.

The female Writers also blushed to see the mischievous blink of the son of the famous cafe owner in Los Angeles.

Davin opened the door of that special room made of glass.

He could only sigh as his netraya saw the form of the grandmother he so dearly loved.

With a casual step with a toothpick in his mouth, Davin approached the grandmother, who was not alone.

The two elderly women turned towards Davin with different facial expressions.

Madame Margaretha's face twinkled happily, while granny's old eyes examined Davin's appearance from top to toe.

"Very far from the criteria, my granddaughter," murmured granny Gabriela.

"He, your grandson?" Granny asked with a fixed gaze he still addressed Davin who was now hugging Madame Margaretha.

"Yep, why? Is he handsome?" Ask lady Margaretha enthusiastically.

"What, he was less happy in his childhood?" Ask granny who is still watching Davin. No, rather count the tattoos on the man's body.

Davin and Madame Margaretha frowned when they heard the sarcasm, granny.

"Why indeed?" Ms. Margaretha's.

"Didn't you see, his body full of paintings of kindergartens?" A granny Gabriela whose old finger points all over the Davin tattoo on her hand.

Davin widened his eyes at the words of granny Gabriela, "what's she saying? Kindergarten's painting?" Inner Davin shouted.

"It's called art, Gabriela," replied Margaretha.

"Didn't he have any other activity, other than doodling his body," decak granny.

"It's —" mistress Margaretha was unable to continue her remarks as the seat on the side was pulled roughly by the granddaughter.

"Hey, old girl. This is called art, and the style of the children of the era

 now," Davin said, holding back his emotions.

"Currently, you're like a street painting salesman" granny sneered.

"What's?

"Look, don't you carry pictures everywhere? Like a painting seller walking," said granny.

"K —" Davin snapped to a halt when he saw the grandmother's gaze.

Davin can only take a breath to control his emotions, facing the grandmothers.

"He, who?" Ask the grandmother.

Davin closed his eyes to the side, as the grandmother was silent.

"Don't tell me she's the one you're marrying, with me!" Screeched Davin with a face of shock.

"Place"

A spoon floated up and hit Davin's pointed nose.

"Stt, shit," ringis and Davin's curse.

"Based on the young laknat," snapped granny.

"You, think I'll refuse, if you want to marry me" granny said.

Madame Margaretha gaped at her best friend's words, while Davin could only be dedicated.

"She, your little, ugly-faced granddaughter, right? I can't believe he's this handsome, when he was a kid he was so ugly with sticky liquid on his nose" Granny said.

The words of Granny Gabriela, suddenly made Davin gaping in disbelief, while mistress Margaretha could only smile thinly.