My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

As soon as he walked out of the police station door, a dark figure flashed out of the shadows next to him.

Ethan quickly pressed the handle of the gun and was about to pull it out.

"Eileen."

The visitor opened his arms and looked over with a smile.

A white man, almost forty years old, with an unshaven beard and a black slicked back hair.

He has a long face and has the charm of an old man.

"Charlie."

When she saw the man, Irene looked shocked.

"I'm back."

The man named Charlie shook his hands and said cheerfully: "In this city, I'm back."

"Well!"

It was obvious that Irene had not recovered from the shock. She looked at Ethan and hesitated to speak.

At the same time, Charlie also put down his hands and looked at himself.

"See you tomorrow."

Erin took a deep breath and said to Ethan.

"Okay." Ethan looked at the two people back and forth and nodded.

It was obvious that the two men were old acquaintances.

Judging from the reaction, it seems that they haven't seen each other for a long time and they want to chat in private.

Ethan walked towards the steps and stopped next to Charlie.

Although he didn't know the man in front of him, he could feel some things without knowing them.

Having been a police officer for a long time, some people will feel there is something wrong with just a simple glance.

The man in front of me was restless at first glance.

Ethan didn't say anything, he just looked at Charlie steadily. The two made eye contact, and the other person's eyes were full of smiles, but deep in his soul, Ethan still smelled that he was afraid.

"It's okay here."

When Eileen saw this, she quickly explained: "He is my friend."

"Nice to meet you."

Ethan shook hands with Charlie and then left quickly.

The Ford Interceptor pulled up directly in front of the porch, and Ethan walked up the steps carrying large and small bags.

Entering the living room, the house is still quiet.

Judging from the situation, it was no different from when I left home in the morning.

This guy is pretty awesome.

Ethan looked at the blip on the radar, smiled and shook his head. He had been sleeping since about four o'clock in the morning and had to be convinced.

Holding the snack in hand, he strode up the stairs.

I was too lazy to cook at night, so I just packed some food and came back.

Pushing open the door, Taylor seemed to be still sleeping soundly. There was plenty of heating in the room. A long, smooth leg stretched out from under the quilt, and his arms were drooped aside.

Her short blond hair was messy, and there was a smile on her lips.

The light of the setting sun fell on her face through the gaps in the curtains, and the hair behind her ears swayed gently.

Ethan put down the bag and took off his coat and shoes.

Looking at her slightly trembling eyelashes, Ethan smiled and lifted the quilt at the end of the bed and got in from underneath.

"Hahaha."

After a while of teasing, Taylor could no longer pretend.

She smiled happily and hugged her head that had sunk into her chest along with the quilt.

"I thought you had to work overtime today." Taylor closed her eyes beautifully, feeling the other party's passionate kiss.

"call!"

After a minute, Ethan stuck his head out from the quilt and said viciously: "Are you trying to suffocate me?"

Taylor didn't speak, just moved his lips to meet her.

"Did you just wake up?"

After a while of lingering, Ethan looked into her eyes: "Take a rest and get up to eat."

"Do not want any."

Taylor opened his mouth slightly, bit his lip, and said vaguely:

"Now, I just want you."

This little girl, she served her so well last night, now she knows how to taste.

Ethan never knew how to refuse such a request.

After half an hour, he held Taylor and walked to the window next to him. The two of them leaned against the window together and watched the winter scenery.

After going back and forth, he finally cleared away the anger that Ba Zhao had brought to him.

The two of them sat next to the window sill, eating the roast beef ribs and salad that Ethan had packed back. Entertainment news was playing on the TV next to them, and Taylor watched intently.

Although I have made up my mind to take a few days off, it is impossible not to pay attention.

After all, it is her career.

The concert controversy has not subsided, and all news media are trying to find ways to get a share of this hot topic.

After dinner, Taylor turned on her phone.

"Buzz buzz."

The phone kept vibrating, and after a while, it stopped.

"Sorry." Taylor shrugged helplessly: "Since you left in the morning, the phone has been ringing, either with interview requests or business invitations."

"It doesn't matter."

Ethan clicked on her phone: "Go and do your work."

Taylor picked up the phone, walked to the side and started to deal with things. In the circle, some things are unavoidable.

As soon as she finished her work, Ethan snickered and took out a few posters and photos of her.

This is something Blake was promised and must be arranged in place.

As for whom it is for, there is no need to say.

"I bought it!"

Taylor looked at the poster, shook his head with a smile, and signed his name helplessly.

She has long been accustomed to this kind of thing, and signing has become a part of her life.

After spending the night with Taylor, Ethan rushed to the police station early the next day. Since the celebration would start very early, they needed to arrange it earlier.

As soon as he stepped into the great hall, Ethan winked at Sumner.

The latter recalled something with a smile on his lips.

Seeing Irene making coffee alone in the tea room, he remembered what happened last night, picked up the empty cup and walked in.

"Wow."

Turn on the faucet and rinse the cup.

But his attention was all on Irene.

She looked absent-minded and added several sugar cubes to the cup.

"Who was that person last night?"

Ethan picked up the coffee pot and poured himself more than half a cup.

"Just an old friend." Erin said casually, stirring the coffee, "Nothing happened."

"If it was okay, you wouldn't stress about it."

Ethan poured some milk, threw in a sugar cube, and raised his eyebrows at her: "Ex-boyfriend?"

"You're a bit old for you!"

"Yeah?"

Erin realized that she had made a mistake and narrowed her eyes: "Then what age do you think is more suitable for me?"

"It must be like me." Ethan patted his chest:

"He's handsome enough, so I'll get extra points by taking him out."

"Haha." Irene gave him a half-hearted smile and raised her middle finger: "Arrogance maniac."

"Not an ex-boyfriend."

"Remember the story I told you about my past?"

"Remember." Ethan gave her a thumbs up: "Cat Lady!"

The last time she asked her to pretend to be her fiancé, during the dinner afterwards, Irene mentioned that she was involved in a theft gang when she was a child.

"Thank you for that."

Erin took a sip of coffee: "Charlie was our leader at that time." (End of Chapter)