My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan noticed Chloe's look, and there must be something he wanted to say to himself.

He raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter?"

"fine."

Tyler leaned over him and glared at Chloe.

"You can just say it, it's okay." Ethan's fingers gently tickled Taylor's waist: "Are you leaving?"

"How do you know?" Chloe asked in surprise.

"Please." Taylor spread his hands dissatisfied: "He just had a bad day."

"It doesn't matter." Ethan chuckled:

"We often encounter this kind of thing, it won't be anything."

"Sorry." Taylor turned over and laid her head on his lap, with her short blond hair hanging down: "This is a business contract agreed before the concert. If you don't go, you will face large compensation."

“Not only that, this is also a brand that I have long-term business cooperation with.”

"Shhh."

Ethan put his finger on her lips and looked into her ice blue eyes: "No explanation is needed. You need to work hard for your career. Don't I continue to work as well?"

"Just tell me one thing, when are you leaving?"

"The flight is in three hours." Taylor bit his finger into his mouth and said vaguely: "I wanted to inform you earlier, but I called twice and both got busy signals."

This is normal. When performing tasks, your phone should never ring randomly.

Most of the time, it is muted or turned off directly.

I also noticed Taylor's call just now, but I just thought I would go back right away, so I didn't call back.

Ethan didn't expect that she would leave suddenly and in such a hurry.

"Ms. Chloe."

He looked to the side seriously: "I have something I want to talk to Taylor about. It will take about an hour. It should be okay, right?"

While he was talking, Taylor was picked up by him and carried on his shoulders.

"Jesus, slow down."

Taylor looked at the rapidly retracting stairs and let out a frightened cry. She laughed again and said:

"Chloe, I suggest you take a nap, at least an hour and a half."

Seeing the two of them disappearing quickly around the corner on the second floor, Chloe rolled her eyes. She ran back hard to persuade them, only to be shown a show of affection.

"cut."

Chloe picked up the magazine on the table, curled her lips and said, "An hour and a half, half an hour is good."

After ten minutes, her legs crossed.

The singer's penetrating power was so strong that Chloe was disturbed and had thoughts racing in her mind.

Forty minutes later, her mouth opened and she looked upstairs in surprise.

An hour later, Chloe closed her eyes and leaned back on the sofa, the gossip magazine placed between her legs shaking in response to Taylor's singing.

Ethan leaned next to the Ford Interceptor and looked at Taylor, who was surrounded by reporters.

At her side were Chloe and four bodyguards.

Two days after she disappeared mysteriously, she suddenly appeared again. The outside world's curiosity about her reached its peak. The lights here were flashing and fans flocked to her.

Taylor glanced back and blew a kiss in the direction of Ethan.

This move triggered bursts of crazy screams.

Ethan smiled and flicked off the cigarette butt, watching Taylor gradually disappear into the airport, he opened the car door and turned around to get in the car.

The guy was full, but his own stomach was extremely hungry.

Get in the car and head straight to Chinatown.

I found a Sichuan restaurant and ordered all kinds of spicy and delicious food. After a hearty meal, it was almost time for the bachelor party.

It was my first time to attend such a party, so I didn’t know what to do.

I sent a text message to Fiona before asking, she and Veronica are also having a single girls night tonight.

I drove to the Ellabar Bar and saw a bulletin board hanging on the door that looked like a red phone booth.

"Private parties, if you are not invited, stay away."

On the small bulletin board, there is a huge middle finger on one side, and an oversized Dick on the other side.

This style is very Southern District and very Alibaba.

"Hey~"

Ian was sitting in the phone booth. When he saw Ethan pushing the door open and coming in, he quickly stood up and gave him a high-five.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Ethan looked at his head, the corners of his eyes twitching. This guy had an oversized afro.

Next to him, there was an oversized cardboard box, which also contained a bunch of colorful afro wigs.

"That's the theme of the party tonight."

Ian kicked the cardboard helplessly: "Nineties disco style, get a wig, you need a sponsorship of ten dollars."

"Of course, this isn't about selling you a wig."

"Mainly to raise funds for today's party."

What a talent, the party has started, and funds need to be raised.

"It's not like we don't even have wine."

Ethan smiled bitterly, took out ten dollars from his pocket and handed it over: "What's the show tonight?"

"Enough beer tube."

Ian took the money and shrugged:

"As for the rest, it's just those things."

Ethan stopped asking him what the other things were and pushed open the inner door to go in.

"You forgot your wig."

Ian saw him push the door open and quickly picked up a green afro: "How about this? The color matches you very well."

"Fakeyo, Ian."

Ethan looked at the color of the afro in his hand and said very seriously:

"Fakeyu."

Ian was confused for a while, put on his afro, and shook his head at the glass window.

In the Alaibo Bar, all the tables and chairs were moved aside.

The center was like a dance floor, with streamers all around and beer on the bar.

The heavy metal rock music was so loud that it hurt my ears. Twenty or thirty people with colorful afros were jumping around to the sound of the music. The whole bar was filled with laughter and laughter.

All gentlemen, not even a female animal.

Ethan picked up a glass of beer and walked over to the red-haired monster in the middle: "Congratulations, groom-to-be!"

"Hahaha."

Kevin lifted up his red afro and hugged Ethan: "Cheers."

Beer glasses crashed together, foam flying.

Ethan forgot about the police station. Although the wedding was fake, the party was real, and tonight was the celebration.

Beers were poured down one cup at a time, and Frank and Lip were also present.

At this time, everyone was welcome, and he also drank a few beers with Frank. It must be said that Frank is a bastard, but he is also a person who enjoys life very much.

In the whole bar, he was the most open-minded and had the most fun.

"Shush!"

A harsh and high-pitched whistle sounded from the direction of the back door.

Everyone quickly turned their heads and saw a blonde girl wearing only a pair of hollow leather pants standing on the pool table, holding a whip in her hand.

"Crack~"

His chest trembled, and the whip made a crisp sound as he swung it.

More than thirty wine glasses were raised in unison, and all the elders cheered excitedly:

"Stripper!"