My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

This sentence is Gordon's campaign slogan.

It's equivalent to taking the other person's words.

Stop the other person's mouth.

Gordon didn't know what to say in reply. He shook his head and smiled: "You're right, just do whatever comes to mind!"

Flushing his sleeves, he strode away with the two people standing behind him.

The whole person looked high-spirited.

A senator will not make him back down. There are many things in this country that even the president cannot dictate to a small town.

Even if there is no Ethan, there will be other competitors.

As the mayor, he has a natural advantage.

I have been immersed in Banshee Town for so many years, and I am not afraid of a former town policeman.

Looking at the other person's leaving figure, Ethan shrugged.

Turning around the corner where Gordon just walked out, there are two rooms in the small corridor, one on the left and one on the right. There is a nameplate of Jenny Kendall on the right office door, with the suffix "Psychology Teacher".

Sure enough, the corners of Ethan's mouth curled up.

You guessed it right, Gordon also came to Jenny for help just now.

Even with the first-mover advantage, he is unwilling to miss out on the Kendall family's political legacy, which represents a large number of potential votes.

"Bang~"

There was a gentle knock on the door.

"Let's go." Jenny's voice sounded through the wooden door, saying with some dissatisfaction: "I said I'm not interested in that kind of thing, and I won't endorse your platform."

"Click."

Ethan pressed the handle directly and pushed the door open.

The office is neither big nor small, with tall bookcases filled with various books. Inside the large desk, a white woman wearing a white shirt is working at her desk, with a few strands of brown hair hanging down from her ears.

The sun shone in through the window, casting a golden glow on her hair.

The buttons of her shirt are all twisted up, the black hip-hugging skirt is very full, and the large black-rimmed glasses on her face seem to send a signal to the outside world that this is a woman who looks quite conservative.

"Please."

Jenny turned the pen in her hand and twisted her head in dissatisfaction: "Can you show me some respect?"

"Crack."

The ballpoint pen fell from my hand and slowly rolled to the side of the boots before stopping.

Ethan bent down and picked it up.

With a casual throw, the ballpoint pen fell accurately into the pen holder.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Pulling out the guest chair, he sat down with a smile: "What's wrong, doesn't our Mrs. Kendall welcome me?"

He looked to the other side with a sigh.

The former mayor's wife was hurriedly adjusting her appearance. She pushed her messy hair behind her ears, her eyes were full of surprise, and her whole person was still full of the charm of a young woman as before.

The feeling of ripeness is even stronger.

In fact, she was only in her twenties, but she married Danny Kendall relatively early.

"of course not."

Jenny’s voice was trembling when she spoke: “It’s just that there were a few annoying guys just now.”

"When will you come back to Banshee Town?"

"How did you find this place?"

"I heard you went to Chicago, but I didn't expect you would come back."

This guy kept waving his hands and spoke quickly to the point of being somewhat incoherent.

"call."

She let out another heavy breath and leaned back in her chair.

"I'm very happy."

After Jenny said this, she looked at Ethan with shining eyes, and a hint of spring quickly appeared in her brows.

That conservative exterior is just her disguise.

Of course, it also depends on who you are facing.

Yes.

When old friends meet, it is natural to say hello in a familiar way.

Standing up, Ethan closed the blinds.

He locked the door again.

Finally, when he came to the desk, looking at the female teacher who was breathing more and more rapidly, he put his hands on his waist and said domineeringly:

"Kneel down!!!"

The blinds were slightly open, letting in bright sunlight.

Ethan put his legs on the desk, and the old god opened the lighter on the ground, looking satisfied.

And on the opposite side.

Jenny hurriedly arranged the messy white shirt and tucked it into the hip skirt.

More than two years.

That feeling of extreme longing finally came again.

She looked at Ethan, who was sitting opposite and smoking, with a smile on her flushed face.

He struggled to stand up again and stumbled over to press the opponent's shoulders.

"How about coming to my house tonight?"

After pressing for a while, she leaned down and hugged the other person's neck, biting her earlobe and said, "I remember you like to eat the pasta I made, um~~~"

A long low hum made Ethan's ears soften.

Women and women.

There are also extremely obvious differences.

To be honest, Jenny can feel the feeling of being an uncle, and what she enjoys is the water-like tenderness and meticulous care.

Ethan held the other person in front of him: "You are like a little girl who is greedy for candy now, hahaha."

"damn it."

Jenny twisted her waist and said angrily: "Do you know how I spent the past two and a half years?"

With a smile, Ethan helped her put her clothes in order.

"no problem."

He hugged the young Jiu Kuang woman tightly and asked in a deep voice: "I only found out about your return to Banshee Town by accident. Why did you leave without any information?"

"My father is sick."

Jenny sighed and said depressedly: "The child didn't want to stay here at that time. He would always think of some unpleasant things."

"Actually, I came back to find you."

"You know the result."

"Um."

Ethan took off the cigarette held by the other party and took a comfortable puff: "I came here because of something. Although I'm not embarrassed, I really need your help now."

"no problem."

The former mayor's wife quickly stood up, quickly returned to the table and picked up the handbag: "I will help you with anything. There is one hundred thousand yuan in it."

"If it's not enough, I still have some at home."

Looking at the card in her hand, Ethan opened his mouth slightly.

The cigarette was dazedly held in his mouth.

My heart was both touched and a little bit dumbfounded.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to eat soft rice. The rich woman has already taken out the money before she even opened her mouth.

"Take it."

Seeing that Ethan's eyes were a little dull, Jenny thought he was embarrassed and quickly grabbed his hand and stuffed it in: "Don't be in a hurry to pay it back. Give it to me when you have money. I have no use for the money anyway."

The legacy of the Kendall family rests in her hands.

She is truly a rich woman.

The most important thing is that besides money, she can't think of anything else that the other party needs to ask for help from.

Even though we haven’t seen each other for more than two years.

But it only takes one in-depth communication to bring her back to that familiar feeling.

That was enough for Jenny.

She recognized this person.

"NO, NO, NO."

Ethan smiled bitterly and pushed her hand back: "I'm not short of money. I'm not short of money beyond your imagination. I came here this time to ask you to stop what you are doing."

"Take a long vacation, or leave your job."

"ah???"

This time, it was Jenny's turn to get messy. (End of chapter)