My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"You're welcome, just treat it as your own home."

Sumner threw his black suit jacket on the sofa and said nonchalantly: "My former colleagues often come to my house to drink."

"Let me tell you, my bartending skills are top-notch."

"You are in luck tonight."

"Are you sure?" There was enough heating in the room, and Ethan also relaxed.

"Pretty sure."

Sumner tossed the shaker skillfully: "What would you like?"

Putting half a bottle of whiskey on the small bar, Ethan thought about it and raised the corners of his mouth:

"A vodka martini."

"Shake well, don't stir."

"OK."

After the shaker spun a few times in mid-air, Sumner caught it firmly: "Come right away, Mr. Bond."

Looking at her skillful movements, Ethan raised his eyebrows:

"Why, do you like watching it too?"

"Of course." Sumner shook the shaker, his chest trembling: "Which one is your favorite?"

Watching the wine slowly pouring into the cocktail glass, Ethan smiled and picked it up:

"Thanks."

"My favorite is probably Black Sun Crisis."

"That's about what I guessed." Sumner poured himself a vodka martini: "Sophie Marceau?"

"Sophie Marceau!"

Ethan nodded heavily and put down the wine glass: "It tastes good."

"Thanks."

Sumner buttoned up the hair tie, and his long black hair fell down like a waterfall: "I have this DVD at home."

The two looked at each other and smiled, then picked up a few bottles of wine and walked to the sofa nearby.

As the movie played, Sumner mixed cocktail after cocktail.

Ethan's breathing became heavy when he saw Sophie Marceau sitting on Bond's body and twisting the mechanism of the execution chair.

This kind of sexy with a bit of evil feeling is really charming.

Sumner next to him swallowed his saliva, stood up and put down the shaker.

Before she knew it, she had drank many cocktails, and her steps became messy as she became drunk.

Seeing that her figure was unstable, Ethan quickly stretched out his hand to support her.

Sumner lost his footing and fell backward.

Her plump buttocks fell onto Ethan's body, and she immediately took a deep breath.

On the TV screen, the execution chair was under the control of Sophie Marceau, and the steel pipe slowly pushed outward against Bond's neck.

She bit her lip hard. Although the position was different, she could feel the feeling firsthand.

Ethan fell into a ball of softness, and his head exploded.

As the movie continued to play, Bond was tortured by the execution chair until his face turned red and he did not even dare to make any big movements to breathe.

Infected by this tense scene, Sumner couldn't help but move his body.

"Ah~"

With a soft cry, Ethan flipped her over onto the sofa.

"don't want."

Seeing Ethan's aggressive gaze, Sumner shook his head in panic: "It's not right for us to do this."

"Nothing is right in the world."

Ethan replied to her, grabbing the shirt and pulling hard.

The buttons flew off, revealing the black lace underneath.

The TV screen changes, bursts of gunfire sound, and Mr. Bond engages in a fierce battle.

"Jingle Bell."

A phone call rang, waking up Ethan who was in a daze.

He turned around impatiently and put his hand on the plump part.

He squeezed it subconsciously with his palms, and then opened his eyes.

The woman next to her slowly opened her eyes, and their eyes met.

Memories rolled through quickly, and both of them recalled what happened last night.

Without the effect of alcohol, it would seem a little embarrassing.

"Hi."

Ethan smiled and said hello: "Good morning."

"Shh!"

Sumner came to his senses and quickly silenced Ethan.

She quickly picked up her phone and said lazily:

"Honey, what's wrong?"

"Before going to work, I came over to see how you were doing, and bought you your favorite croissant."

The voice on the other end of the phone continued to ring and said softly:

"Open the door, I'll be on the third floor soon."

"Just a moment."

Sumner's head was spinning wildly: "I'm taking a shower, I'll be fine soon, let's not talk about it for now."

"OK."

The phone hung up and the room became quiet.

"Bang."

Ethan jumped up from the bed like an electric shock and quickly picked up the clothes thrown on the ground: "Waterfa, do you have a boyfriend?"

"What should we do now?"

"Who told you to drink so much?" Sumner didn't care about letting off steam. She lifted the quilt and revealed her plump body.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a knock on the door: "Baby, I'm here, hurry up."

"Shet."

Ethan cursed secretly and quickly put on his clothes.

Sumner had already run to the bathroom to turn on the shower, then quickly returned to make the bed and stuff the torn clothes under the mattress.

Opening the closet, Ethan was about to get in.

"Not there."

Sumner shook his head quickly: "Every time he comes over, he has to tidy up in the full-length mirror here."

"Then where should I go?"

Ethan jumped down quickly, there was not enough space under the bed.

"Outside."

Sumner had an idea and pointed to the window next to him.

"Don't even think about it." Ethan quickly refused, his eyes firm: "This is the third floor!"

"Time is running out."

Sumner whispered excitedly: "I have to clean up the living room."

Seeing her frantic look, Ethan had no choice but to walk to the window and look outside.

It's not too high, it's definitely fine if you break your leg.

Now I have no choice but to turn over and climb out of the window.

As soon as he stepped on the window sill, Sumner immediately closed the window.

A cold wind blew, and snowflakes slapped on my body.

Ethan looked down. From his current position, the height seemed to have suddenly increased a lot.

He calmed down and pressed against the wall.

There were cars passing by, and people running by from time to time. Staying here was not an option, and it would be the end of the world if someone found out.

Looking at the water pipe on the exterior wall to the side, it was still about one and a half meters away from the window edge.

Moving slowly on the window sill, which was only one hand wide, the snow fell with his boots.

Judging the distance, he no longer hesitated.

He jumped up, there was a soft sound, and he hugged the water pipe tightly with both hands.

"Mommy."

At this moment, a mother and daughter passed by the alley.

The little girl noticed this scene and shouted excitedly: "Look, Spider-Man."

"Let's go!"

The child's mother saw the disheveled appearance of the man above and immediately understood what was going on.

She remembered something, smiled, and left quickly.

This little episode stopped Ethan's movements.

After the two people left, they quickly used their hands and feet to slide quickly on the water pipe.

"Bang."

After a muffled sound, it fell steadily to the ground.

Looking up, there was nothing unusual. He quickly arranged his clothes and left quickly.

After sitting back in the car, Ethan immediately lit up a cigarette.

This incident was even more exciting than a gunfight. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Buzz."

The phone vibrated violently, startling him.

Seeing the caller number, Ethan chewed his cigarette and pressed answer.

"where are you?"

Sumner's urgent voice sounded, with a hint of surprise.

"In the car."

Ethan was concise and to the point.

"How did you do it?" Sumner stuck his head out of the window and looked at the water pipe next to him in surprise:

"Forget it, never mind that."

"He had something urgent and left, that's all."

Beep, the phone hangs up.

At this moment, at the door of the apartment building, a middle-aged man wearing a gray cashmere coat walked out quickly.

Ethan quickly shrank his body and looked over guiltily.

The man answered the call, hurried across the street, got into a black Ford and sped off.