My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Come on, you don’t need to eat anything.

Just eating melon tonight is enough.

These two people, one is weirder than the other.

Next, Frank and Monica talked to each other and exposed each other's background.

"Bang."

Fiona slammed her hands on the table to stop the farce.

"Monica."

Her chest heaved slightly and she looked at her mother expressionlessly: "This has nothing to do with Frank. It has nothing to do with him at all. He is of no help to this family and cannot play any role."

"If you still have any self-respect, even just a little bit."

"If you still love a few of us, even just a little bit."

Fiona's eyes were red, she clenched her fists and said, "Let's go, don't come back, just treat yourself as dead, and treat us as dead too."

"Don't disturb our lives again."

"Please, don't break us up."

Monica's body trembled and her neck turned stiffly.

Lip, Ian, Carl, including Debbie, who was cooking with her just now, also looked at her with pleading eyes, and she suddenly felt ashamed on her face.

Even as a child, Debbie figured it out.

This so-called mother only wants to break up her family.

"sorry."

Monica stood up slowly, and after saying such words to whom she didn't know, she walked out of the house in despair.

Seeing this, the strong black woman quickly followed.

A minute later, the roar of a large truck came from outside the house and gradually faded away.

"Bah chirp, bah chirp."

In the corner of the dining table, a guy was eating lasagna on a plate as if no one else was watching.

Frank sighed and shook his head regretfully. The compensation he had tried his best to apply for would definitely be impossible to get now.

"boom."

A water glass hit him hard.

The dinner plate was knocked over, the lasagna fell on him, and the sauce was all over him.

"Waterfa."

Frank quickly stepped back and his chair was overturned. He patted the lasagna on his body and looked at the opposite side angrily.

"Get lost."

Fiona pointed back, gritted her teeth and said, "Get out of here too."

Not only Fiona, but everyone else also looked at Frank angrily. He had caused all these things in order to defraud insurance claims.

"You bunch of ungrateful bastards."

Frank didn't get a dime and was scolded. He cursed, grabbed the beer bottle, and walked to the back door nearby.

"Thank you for raising you so big."

He opened the wooden door and said angrily: "This is not worth it at all. You will be punished."

A figure from the side rushed forward, and Lip kicked Frank's butt, knocking him towards the steps.

"bump."

The back door was slammed shut with a muffled sound.

Frank was dizzy and rolled down the stairs.

"Farke."

He held his waist in pain and looked at the beer bottle anxiously.

Fortunately, when he subconsciously pressed his thumb on the mouth of the bottle, only some beer foam leaked out, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

In the room, listening to Frank's yelling and cursing go away, Fiona stretched out her hand.

Others catch up one by one.

Several Gallaghers looked at Ethan together, and he also smiled and stretched out his hand, shaking it hard with several people.

The kitchen quickly became lively and everyone was busy.

If you really rely on the things on the table, you will starve to death. Fiona is frying eggs quickly, and the steak in Ethan's pan is sizzling with oil. Another half hour has passed, and a group of people are sitting there rubbing their stomachs. on the chair.

Everyone looked at each other and laughed.

After returning to the living room and resting for a while, Ethan looked at his watch: "I have to leave. I have a party with my colleagues tonight."

"Go ahead."

Fiona waved, holding Liam in her arms.

Carl and Debbie were leaning next to her, and Lip and Ian were crowded on the single sofa. The family watched the TV and burst into laughter following the picture.

Whether it's heartless or escaping reality.

Life must go on.

Molly's Bar.

It's still five minutes until nine o'clock, and it's already filled with a large number of drunkards.

No matter how stubborn the gangster is, he would not dare to come here to cause trouble.

No one wants to mess with a bunch of tough guys who have bad tempers and rarely take a break after get off work.

"Boom."

The bell rang, and Ethan pushed open the glass door and went in.

The bar has a classic American style, with unique license plates from various places hanging on the wooden walls, and the light yellow light from the light bulbs falls on him.

Ethan took off his coat and walked to the corner.

Molly's is a quiet bar. The soothing background music will not affect the conversation of guests and can relax the nerves.

Atwater has already said hello, leaving a big table here.

Rusek was always the first to arrive, and since Ethan welcomed family members, he brought his fiancée with him.

"Hi, Good Evening."

Ethan raised his hand to Rusek's fiancée and said hello: "You look really sexy, Rusek is a lucky guy."

"Thanks."

Wendy stood up proudly and showed off her good figure: "It is indeed his luck."

She is a sweet-looking girl with long curly brown hair. She is wearing a distinctive black dress. The diamond-shaped cutouts on the skirt reveal the light yellow lining inside, giving people a visual illusion.

It's as if the skirt is really hollow, it looks very hot.

"Jesus."

Ethan looked at it frankly and winked at Rusek: "You bastard, you should cherish Wendy."

"Of course."

Rusek laughed, hugged Wendy and scratched her waist a few times.

"Don't make trouble."

Wendy slapped Rusek's hand away and hugged Ethan gently: "Congratulations, you should be the youngest police chief in Chicago."

"As far as I know, there is no one younger than him."

Pratt took over Wendy's words and congratulated Ethan again: "I wish you all the best in the intelligence team."

This sounds weird.

Ethan took a few steps back and sat directly inside.

Pratt also came with Burgess, and they both left work almost at the same time.

An interesting thing happened. Both Platt and Burgess' bodies remained motionless, standing in place in unison, as if neither of them wanted to sit next to Ethan.

Platt looked at Burgess calmly, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Seeing the curious eyes of Rusek and the others, Burgess had no choice but to sit in quickly.

Otherwise, it will arouse others' suspicion.

Ethan walked up to Burgess unceremoniously, and while feeling the warm fragrance, he waved quickly to the waiter.

As colorful cocktails spread across the table, people from the intelligence team also arrived one after another.

"Bang~"

A dozen cups collided together, making a crisp sound.

Drinks are flying and the night is getting dark. (End of chapter)