My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Step on the accelerator, and the Dodge Challenger roars and leaves those dames behind.

"alright!"

Ethan turned the steering wheel and glanced at Erin: "No matter what, I'm hungry now."

"I think you owe me a dinner."

"Hahaha!"

Erin smiled and shook her head: "How about Burger King?"

"Waltfa?"

Ethan gestured to what he was wearing: "This is a suit worth more than ten thousand dollars. You want me to go to Burger King?"

"Okay then~"

Erin was just joking. She asked with a serious face: "What do you want to eat? It's mine tonight."

"I'm just waiting for your words."

After a while, Ethan stopped the vehicle.

On the way here, he saw an Italian restaurant.

The decoration is nice and there are quite a lot of people queuing up.

From the looks of it, the taste shouldn't be that bad.

"Please, my salary is only a few thousand yuan a month." Erin looked at the luxuriously decorated restaurant next to her and said pitifully:

"Can you find another one?"

"cannot!"

Ethan decisively refused. He got out of the car, came to the passenger seat, and opened the door:

"Please, Ms. Lindsay!"

Erin hesitated for a while and had no choice but to get out of the car.

When I walked into the restaurant, there were twenty or thirty people standing next to the reception desk, all waiting in line.

"gentlemen."

The reception manager looked them over: "Do you have an appointment?"

Ethan nodded: "Yes!"

Erin rolled her eyes. This was all a temporary decision. There was a ghost appointment.

"OK."

The manager opened the reservation list: "Please provide your name, thank you!"

"Franklin!"

Ethan waved his palm, and a green banknote fell on the reservation list.

The U.S. dollar is clearing the way and going anywhere.

But at this time, something went wrong.

"Sorry, sir."

The manager smiled and pressed the money: "I can't find the name of your reservation yet."

"Take another look." Ethan waved his hand again:

"I believe it must be up there."

"found it."

The manager quickly stuffed the two bills into his pocket with a smile on his face: "Mr. Franklin, this beautiful lady, please come with me."

Erin held Ethan's arm and whispered:

"Are you crazy?"

"It's just a meal, do you want this?"

Ethan shrugged and followed the manager inside.

If you work hard to earn money, don’t you just want to feel comfortable!

Problems that can be solved with a small amount of money are not problems.

Following the restaurant manager, we came to a corner inside. The interior was elegantly decorated, with copper wall lamps scattered on the wall.

The dining tables are also separated by green plants.

Apart from anything else, the dining atmosphere is first-class, no wonder there are so many people waiting in line.

The manager put away the small reservation cards on the table, nodded to the two people, and turned to leave.

Having fallen into the tiger's mouth, Erin stopped struggling.

With the idea of ​​maxing out her credit card at worst, she ordered wildly from the menu, including aperitifs, appetizers, main courses, and desserts, all based on her own preferences.

In fact, it was not as exaggerated as she thought.

This meal cost more than half of her month's salary.

Ethan also ordered his own food, then called the waiter and whispered a few instructions.

When the wine was served, the wall lamp next to it was turned off.

Soon, under Irene's surprised gaze, the waiter carefully lit a few candles.

The candlelight flickers, and the beauty shines.

Ethan picked up the wine glass and shook it slightly:

"There is no more candlelight dinner in Hawaii. I think the candlelight dinner in Chicago would be pretty good too."

"Um!"

Erin looked very satisfied and held up the goblet to Ethan.

The Italian food here has been beautified and the dining procedures have been streamlined a lot.

Although the steps are still cumbersome, the food still allows Ethan to calm down and enjoy it slowly.

When the desserts were served, he opened up the conversation: "You are not feeling quite right today. Is there a story behind this?"

"Actually, I used to be Hank's informant."

Eileen knew this was happening, so she took a sip of wine and continued:

"He and his wife adopted me when I was 16 and rescued me from the streets."

Ethan was stunned, this amount of information was a bit big.

Just being an informant means a lot of things.

"Were you before?" he asked curiously.

"You can understand that I came from a theft gang."

Erin didn’t mind either: “In order to survive, I did everything, including petty theft, selling leaves and the like.”

Speaking of the past, Irene's eyes flickered.

There is happiness and there is sadness.

"Hank later found connections and arranged for me to enter a private high school."

Erin smiled and slowly put down the cup: "You know, this is so that I can live a normal life."

"There, I made up lies."

"Perhaps because of low self-esteem, I chose to do that. In the lie, my father is an overseas business executive and my mother is an artist. They are not in the country all year round."

"Soon, I integrated into the school life."

"You know, sororities, hanging out together, shopping, playing and stuff like that."

The candlelight danced in Irene's eyes, and her voice also dropped:

"A lie is always a lie, and one day it will be exposed."

"That day came soon. It didn't take long in school. News spread that my mother was a drug addict and my father was in jail."

"The ridicule, rumors, and exclusion also came one after another, and no one was left out."

Ethan shrugged, took a spoonful of tiramisu and put it in his mouth.

"Later, Hank found the principal and I don't know what deal he made to let the school continue to keep me."

Erin spread her hands and swung her ponytail: "As a condition of the deal, I only need to show violent tendencies again."

"Even if it's just a punch, I'll be kicked out immediately."

"I knew it~" Ethan shook his head and smiled:

"How many people's butts have you kicked?"

The corners of Eileen's mouth turned up, but she didn't answer his question and said to herself:

"For Hank's sake, and for my own sake, I endured it."

"But all these years and everything I've been through still bothers me."

"I just want to prove to these people that even if I come from such a family, I can still live a good life with my own efforts."

"Until just now." Erin shook the red wine glass:

"I realized that the things that used to bother me weren't actually that important."

"I don't have to prove to those people how I am doing."

Ethan picked up the cup and touched it lightly with her:

"Campus bullying is a bitch. I'm glad you can step on this bitch."

"Thanks!"

Erin felt much more relaxed as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her.

Being able to talk about these things proves that she has completely put the impact of that experience on herself behind.

"You not only lied to your classmates, you also lied to me~" Ethan scooped up the tiramisu.

After thinking about it, I put it down. It was too sweet and I couldn’t bear to eat it.

"ah?"

Erin looked puzzled.

"You once said that your family is similar to mine." Ethan stretched out his hand, pretending to hit her: "I thought you were an orphan since you were a child."

Eileen did not dodge and said with a wry smile:

"One addict, one in jail."

"You have never cared about me or given me any support. What is the difference between this and an orphan?"

"Okay~" Ethan retracted his hand nonchalantly:

"That makes sense, I can't refute it."