My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Miss Rivera, please come with me."

Ethan was also carrying a bag half as tall as a man, and happily walked inside along the side path.

I haven't been back for more than half a month, and a few clumps of grass have grown on the intersection.

Coupled with the angle of where she was standing, she didn't notice that there was a path next to her.

Ethan waved his cane, breaking the grass, and strode inside.

After walking almost two hundred meters, we came to an iron gate.

There are a few small vines wrapped around it, which makes it look extra unique.

"Why does it look like no one has lived there for a long time?" Seeing Ethan wipe the dusty camera, Rivera asked curiously:

"Isn't your family here?"

Along the way, Ethan didn't mention anything about his family, and Rivera didn't ask.

But now that she had arrived at the door of her house, she asked with a little anxiety.

"Because it has indeed been unoccupied for more than half a month." Ethan took out the key and pressed the switch.

The iron door moved slowly, and he walked forward:

"I'm the same as you, only one person."

"So don't worry about anything, just treat it as your own home."

Rivera's heart felt inexplicably relaxed as she quickened her pace, took Ethan's arm and walked inside. She came from the west coast, especially the small town where she lived, and the vast expanses of desert.

What I see on weekdays is basically dim.

I have never experienced the feeling like before, with tall trees everywhere and the whole world surrounded by green.

All this made her full of freshness.

After turning a corner, an exquisite country villa appeared in front of him. The grass in front of the door was extremely lush, like a large carpet.

There is a beautiful lake scenery next to it, and a large swing is blown by the wind and sways slightly.

"Are you alone here?"

Rivera stopped and said in admiration.

"Yes."

Ethan also stood there, not expecting that the grass in front of the porch would grow so fast, it would only take more than half a month.

Plants seem to grow particularly vigorously in unpopular places.

"Let's go, you'll have a lot of time to read in the future." Ethan patted her back: "You'll get tired of it soon."

"It won't get boring."

Rivera kept up with him: "It hasn't been long since you came to our place. You will soon get tired of seeing the freshness and facing the desert every day."

The scenery of Banshee Town is really good, with dense mountains and forests and beautiful lakes and waters.

Compared with her place, it is indeed more livable.

When he opened the door, an inexplicable musty smell came out. Ethan unloaded his heavy luggage and quickly opened the doors and windows for ventilation.

Rivera visited with curiosity, and the deer heads in the living room made her look like flowers.

When I left, I didn't know it would take so long.

The entire house was simply closed with doors and windows, and there was a light layer of dust on the furniture.

Ethan rolled up his sleeves and called to Rivera to start cleaning.

The weather is nice today, with plenty of sunshine.

Simply take off all the sofa covers and clean them, pull up a long rope on the grass outside the door, and arrange the colorful objects in a row, which should be dry by night.

He wiped his sweat and looked to the side. Rivera was hanging the last sofa cover in the barrel on the rope.

The weather was hot, so after taking off her coat, she was only wearing a tight white vest.

The water droplets from the sofa cover wet her vest, and her black bra was vaguely visible.

Looking at the small half bucket of water left in the wooden bucket in his hand, Ethan smiled at the corners of his eyes. He grabbed the bucket and poured it at Rivera.

"ah!"

A scream sent the birds flying. She was soaked all over and her vest became transparent.

"You bastard."

Rivera cursed angrily, clenched her fists and wanted to walk towards Ethan.

But when she saw his eyes that seemed to be able to spit out fire, Rivera suddenly felt bad and turned around in a hurry to escape.

Her move undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.

Under the exclamations, Ethan laughed loudly and strode towards the house with Rivera on his shoulders.

An hour later, Ethan walked out of the bathroom whistling. A moderate amount of exercise made people feel refreshed.

Rivera lay weakly in the bathtub, her face flushed.

After he had laid out all the bedding, the sound of shower came from the bathroom.

Lying on the bed, Ethan picked up his phone.

Soon, Rivera walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel and walked over with bare feet on the wooden floor.

"What are you doing?"

She lay on the soft bed, snorted, and turned around.

"Jab."

He flicked on the screen of his mobile phone: "I asked him how the documents he applied for you went."

"How did he say?"

Livi pulled a pillow and leaned on it: "I have already provided him with the photo, is there anything else you need?"

During this time, Rivera's style made simple changes.

My hair has been straightened and is no longer the original instant noodle curls.

Her blond hair was also dyed brown, and her whole temperament was different. She looked more intellectually beautiful.

"Say a name."

Ethan handed her the phone: "Actually, Jabo has almost done it already. He is just waiting for us to come back."

"Um."

Rivera didn't hesitate, she had already thought of this answer.

Taking the phone, she quickly entered a name:

"Jessica Alba."

"Good choice." Ethan glanced at the name and threw the phone aside:

"Do you want to take a break or go out to eat?"

"Rest, I mean it."

Rivera pulled the quilt and took off the bath towel:

"You bastard, you asked me to help you clean up when I came here."

Ethan smiled and looked at the time. It was only around ten o'clock in the morning. He had nothing to do. He wanted to get some sleep before talking.

At twelve o'clock at noon, Ethan opened the rolling shutter door of the garage.

The Dodge Challenger has been lying here for more than half a month, quietly waiting for its owner to come.

Jabber's yellow convertible also stayed quietly next to it, and both cars were covered with dust.

Ethan got into the car and pushed the accelerator twice, driving the Dodge Challenger out of the garage.

Stop on the grass and hook up a hose to rinse.

After he carefully wiped the car body clean, Rivera finally walked out of the house.

Wearing dark blue tight jeans over brown combat boots, he also wore a thin brown jacket.

She walked up to the Dodge Challenger and touched the hood:

"This car is nice."

"Thank you." Ethan threw the towel on the handrail of the porch: "Get in the car. After lunch, we have to buy a lot of things."

Looking at the familiar things, Ethan happily stepped on the accelerator, leaving the farms behind him.

"Slow down and don't mess with the police."

Rivera lay on the car window and said something casually.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The good didn't work, the bad didn't work. Just as the Dodge Challenger passed through the next intersection quickly, a Crown Victoria quickly followed behind it, and its police lights sounded.