My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The high voice made Ethan raise his head.

Who knows who he is at a glance, but he is more than just Mr. Million Dollar Man.

Big thick legs, grinding butt.

There were several layers of swimming rings hanging from her waist, and the size of her chest was very scary. Under the thick makeup, the woman's face looked quite angry.

He was looking at himself with an unhappy expression.

"Martha."

The sound of high heels sounded again, and another skinny black woman approached with a satchel on her arm. She put one hand in the bag and asked warily: "What happened? Who is this guy?"

Ethan was also a little confused.

When did he provoke this woman?

The Latin woman wearing a long gray coat first looked at Ethan, and then looked at Jabber who was sitting next to him.

Her eyes blinked slightly.

The reason why Jiabo went out to nightclubs was because he was wearing a black dress-like dress with a string of silver jewelry hanging on his chest. The most exaggerated thing was that he wore lavender eye shadow.

It feels very coquettish.

"All right."

The irritation on the Latin woman's face quickly dissipated, but she still said with a hint of dissatisfaction: "Listen, I respect your sexual orientation, so I won't cause trouble for you this time!"

"But you owe me an apology."

"I also want to support my family. You shouldn't use those words to humiliate me."

Ethan looked at the woman in front of him in bewilderment. She was still a little agitated. She waved her hands while speaking, and her green nails left a trail of afterimages in front of him.

I remembered it instantly.

Isn't the other party the same female Bodhisattva who pressed the mountain peak against the window when I was following her before?

Mainly because I'm wearing clothes and I'm a little unrecognizable.

Wait a moment.

What the hell, respect sexual orientation!

His neck turned stiffly. Next to him, Jiabo was laughing crazily and his shoulders were twitching.

"Hmm~"

With a dry cough in his throat, Ethan turned around and looked helplessly at the Latin woman: "You're right, I shouldn't have humiliated you with those words. You also want to live, so I'm very sorry about this!"

Too lazy to explain that much.

The more you explain this kind of thing, the less clear it becomes.

Moreover, his previous actions were indeed inappropriate. To put it bluntly, others were working and working hard to earn a living.

If you refuse, you don't have to make fun of others.

"OK."

The Latin woman nodded with satisfaction. She clenched her hands into fists and stretched them out: "I accept your apology. You are very honest. At least at this time, you act like a man or a woman. I don't understand."

"Anyway, have a great night!"

The corners of his eyes twitched wildly, resisting the urge to punch Jabber. Ethan smiled and bumped fists with the female Bodhisattva.

What others say is reasonable, what else can you do?

He won't be afraid when it's time to apologize.

The skinny black girl behind the Latin woman took out her hand from her satchel. The girl smiled and shook a small bottle of anti-wolf spray in her hand as a warning.

They said nothing more and walked diagonally opposite with tired steps.

Sit down in this compartment as well.

"Can I ask what happened?"

Jia Bo suppressed his laughter. It was rare to see this guy looking deflated, and he immediately felt that the evening was worth it.

"Shut up."

Ethan gritted his teeth and glanced at him fiercely.

He grabbed his cell phone again and continued to play Clash Royale with his head down. He threw waves of troops out as if to vent his anger, and successfully pushed down three other people's towers. Only then did he relieve some of his depression.

What look is this.

He actually thought he was GAY!

The subway rumbled, and the voices of the two women chatting not far away floated over from time to time.

They are all short-sighted parents.

The children are disobedient, the bills have piled up, I hope I will be lucky enough to pick up more customers tomorrow, and so on!

In just a few words, the happiness and troubles of ordinary people are revealed.

tonight.

It was definitely not a peaceful night.

"呲~"

The subway stopped again, and there was another messy sound of footsteps. Five or six white men came in, all of them were drunk. They were all shouting, and the laughter filled the entire carriage.

All young men, wearing black leather jackets.

Each one held a wine bottle wrapped in a paper bag.

Either a gangster or a drunkard. If you meet these guys at this time and place, you will get into trouble if you are not careful.

Ethan and Jabber looked at each other.

Both of them put away their phones and sat in silence.

Although they had tried their best to avoid trouble, they couldn't help the situation developing in that direction.

"Hey~"

One of the short-haired men kicked the homeless man lying on the chair and then turned his attention to the Latin woman and her companions: "Look here, what a beautiful night it is."

"We actually had the opportunity to ride in a carriage with two ladies."

Shaking, he grabbed the handrail and walked towards the two people.

There was endless laughter.

Anyone could tell that these two were married women, and the remaining five people followed and surrounded them. The strong smell of perfume and various alcoholic drinks instantly drew the two women into the middle.

"Please."

The Latina woman avoided eye contact and whispered, "We don't want any trouble."

"You are very rude." The man standing in the middle scratched his head and said dissatisfied: "Bichi, why do you think we are trouble? Can't you take care of your business?"

"Here, let me check it first."

As he spoke, his big hand struck at the other person's chest.

The black woman next to her had an angry face. She quickly reached into her bag to take out the anti-wolf spray to remind these people not to mess around.

Even a female Bodhisattva has self-respect.

It's not working time now, they are just ordinary people, and they will naturally be annoyed by this behavior.

"Bang."

As soon as she put her hand into her satchel, a boot kicked her hard, along with her arm, on her lower abdomen. This heavy kick made the black girl groan and the veins on her forehead swelled.

The expression looks quite painful.

"Bichi?"

The man next to him who was kicking him didn't let up at all. He kept crushing him hard and poured the agave on his head: "What do you want to take? What do you want to do?"

The strong smell of alcohol spread instantly in the subway car.

"Please, don't do this."

The Latin woman forced a smile and puffed up her chest: "We didn't mean that. Please let your friends loosen their legs. We just want to have some fun, don't we?"

"There's no need to make it like this."

As female Bodhisattvas, they are almost at the bottom of society.

Seeing that these people are not easy to deal with, they quickly start begging for mercy. There is no way this is their way of survival. If they are beaten black and blue, they will not receive business tomorrow.

If you can't get business, you will go hungry.

What they did just now was just subconscious behavior, reality will always force them to bow their heads. (End of chapter)