My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Fiona flipped the switch and the lights in the living room came on.

There is an upward staircase at the entrance.

Walking to the right is the living room, with several large sofas surrounding a large wooden table with various miscellaneous items placed on it.

"Squeak!"

As soon as I stepped off my feet, there was a strange sound coming from underneath.

He quickly raised his feet, and a yellow inflatable duck was crushed by his belly.

"Sorry, the house is too messy."

Fiona stepped forward quickly, awkwardly picked up the clothes scattered everywhere, and quickly threw them into a plastic basket aside.

Those were probably not her clothes, they were mostly worn by little boys.

"Isn't this how a home should be?" Ethan walked to the sofa and sat down nonchalantly: "No matter what, it is warm."

"maybe!"

Fiona shrugged and walked inside again.

There was a ringing sound, and she took out several bottles of Budweiser from the refrigerator: "Let's drink something first, Xiaowei will be here soon."

"OK, thanks."

Ethan unscrewed the beer cap and handed it to her: "Sorry to trouble you."

"It's not troublesome at all." Fiona noticed his soaked clothes and quickly put down the bottle:

"Take off your clothes and I'll dry them for you."

Seeing that he was hesitant, Fiona smiled again and said, "Please, don't tell me that you are shy."

"of course not."

Ethan didn't hesitate. It was really uncomfortable to wear wet clothes. There was heating in the house, so he wasn't afraid of the cold even if he was shirtless.

In two or three strokes, he took off all the clothes on his upper body.

There is no hair on his body that is common among Western men. His muscle lines are obvious, and his whole body is full of male hormones.

Fiona stroked her hair back and quickly took over the clothes.

"Oh oh oh."

Veronica's surprised voice sounded: "Why are you in such a hurry, dear, do you need me to come over later?"

"Shut up." Fiona picked up her clothes and walked toward the back:

"I'm just helping him dry his clothes."

"Yes, I can prove it."

Ethan picked up a bottle of Budweiser and handed it to Veronica: "Beer?"

"Jesus."

Veronica put one hand on her hips and said with an exaggerated expression: "Kevin, look at it, this is what you call a good figure."

She took the beer and poked her thumb back:

"Let's get to know each other. This is my jealous boyfriend. He insisted on coming over and said he wanted to see the man I brought back from Color Bat."

"Kevin?"

"my friend?"

The two men looked at each other and shouted in unison.

"Sorry." Ethan took two steps forward, stretched out his hand and fist bumped with Kevin with a smile:

"I'm Ethan, and you are actually Xiaowei's boyfriend. What a coincidence."

"Uh-huh!" Kevin put his hand down and looked at his girlfriend:

"I didn't expect that the new friend you mentioned was him."

"How did you two know each other?" Fiona walked out quickly from behind and asked in surprise.

Not only was she surprised, Veronica was also curious.

"Sit down first and speak slowly." Veronica motioned for Ethan to sit down on the carpet. She opened the medicine box and took out something from it.

"Ellabo Bar." Ethan took over the words and quickly changed the topic:

"I went to Ailebo for a drink once, and we all had a great time chatting."

"That's right, Kevin."

He raised his head slightly and let Veronica clean the wound: "Do you remember Frank? I saw him a few hours ago."

"Frank is really a good father. He helps people clean windows on the road with a child on his back."

"There aren't many people who can be as devoted to their family as he was. He was a real man."

Ethan picked up the wine bottle, but the living room fell into an eerie silence.

Looking at Kevin, he was covering his mouth and snickering.

Veronica stopped what she was doing and looked at Ethan in disbelief: "You mean Frank?"

Ethan nodded: "Yes!"

"Good father?" Veronica's voice was a little higher, and she asked excitedly:

"Dedicated to family? Frank? A real man?"

Looking at the tweezers waving around, Ethan felt a little flustered, fearing that she might accidentally poke his eye.

"What is the problem?"

Ethan put the bottle down and stepped back:

"Isn't Frank a single father? Raising six children by himself."

"Shet."

Veronica shook her head and said: "This mother-in-law Fake can really say anything, no offense intended."

The latter sentence was said to Fiona.

"Don't worry." Fiona shrugged and said, "There is no offense whatsoever."

She walked over to Ethan and sat down with a serious expression: "Remember, it's true that Frank is a single father, and it's true that he has six children."

"As for other things."

Fiona thought for a while and said firmly: "Don't believe anything that comes out of his mouth, I mean anything."

"uh-huh."

Veronica looked in agreement and continued to clean Ethan's wounds, even the broken skin on his hands.

"Okay!" Ethan spread his hands: "I believe what you say."

"But why?"

"As much as I hate to admit it."

Fiona raised the bottle: "But the Frank you are talking about is my father."

Seeing Ethan's stunned look, Veronica took over: "And he is the most irresponsible person I have ever seen. Believe me, there is no exaggeration."

Ethan smiled helplessly, he didn't expect this to be the case.

This Frank's words are really one-tenth truth and nine-tenths lies.

I was defrauded of a hundred dollars by him, and I wanted to pay it back if I had the chance.

He shrugged and picked up the beer bottle:

"To Frank."

"That's right." Fiona also stretched out her hand: "Here's to damn Frank."

Veronica and Kevin also picked up the bottles, and there was a crisp clinking sound between the bottles: "To Frank the Liar."

Everyone laughed and drank the beer.

After putting down the bottle, Veronica quickly helped him clean the wound, apply medicine, and put on a bandage.

"Okay, done."

She looked at the treated wound with satisfaction and put the things back in the box.

There were footsteps, and a seven or eight-year-old boy walked next to them.

He sat down on the carpet sleepily and stretched out his fist towards Ethan:

"Hey, I'm Carl."

Fiona said silently, this is my brother.

The little boy has a short haircut, clear stupidity in his eyes, and a cool look.

"Nice to meet you, Carl." Ethan smiled and stretched out his fist to bump with him.

Carl took his hand back with satisfaction.

"I like you." A little girl about the same age as Karl also walked to the sofa, her face flushed, and her words were waxy:

"You look so good-looking. I'm Debbie."

This little girl is so good at talking.

Ethan suddenly beamed: "Good evening, Debbie, you look good too."

"Ian."

A boy with short orange-red hair also appeared in front of them. He was fifteen or sixteen years old and had small freckles on his face.

He picked up a bottle of beer and his eyes were a little wandering when he saw Ethan's bare upper body.

This look was very familiar to him. Jabber's boyfriend once looked at him like this. Ethan pretended not to notice, smiled and clapped his hands with him:

"Hi, I'm Ethan."

"What are you talking about?" Another voice sounded.

A curly-haired guy snatched the beer from Ian's hand. He glared like a fish and nodded to Ethan: "I'm Philip, you can just call me Lip."

Ethan didn't expect that such a child would pop up all of a sudden.

"Six kids, and one is sleeping."

Fiona spread her hands: "Welcome to the Gallagher family."