My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

High heels stepped on the ground, making a crisp sound.

Under the jealous eyes of other men, the woman in the red dress walked next to Ethan, pulled out a high stool and sat down.

"You don't act like a gentleman."

Her bright eyes looked up and down at Ethan: "A true gentleman will not let a lady be left out."

"I'm not a gentleman to begin with." Ethan glanced aside, his eyes wandering around her chest: "I think as long as you hook your fingers, there will be many people who are very attentive to you."

"This person does not include you?"

The woman in the red dress parted her hair with her slender fingers, revealing her sexy shoulders: "Is that what you mean?"

This young, sunny and handsome man aroused her curiosity.

Beauty is her most proud weapon.

Now it seems that it doesn't seem to work very well, which makes her unwilling to admit defeat.

In front of her, she could easily tell whether she really didn't care or whether she pretended not to care. The man in front of her really didn't take her to heart.

"That's right."

Ethan put away his phone and nodded with a smile: "I will tell you what I have to say, you are a trouble."

"And I'm also a problem."

"Two troublesome people should not get mixed up."

After speaking, he picked up the whiskey, drank it in one gulp with a smile, and showed the empty glass to the woman in the red dress.

"My name is Sophia."

The woman in the red dress's eyes flickered, and her fingertips traced Ethan's strong forearm muscles:

"If you were given a chance, how would you strike up a conversation with me?"

I don’t know if all Colombian women have this kind of personality, or if this woman named Sofia is particularly different.

The nails were sharp, raising goosebumps on Ethan's arms.

"Um."

Ethan bit his cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke: "Is the bed in your room comfortable?"

"Hahaha."

Sophia was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

Based on the amplitude of the tremors, Ethan judged with his rich experience that these two big guys were natural and did not contain any artificial ingredients.

Such a woman is truly a treasure from heaven.

It wasn't until more than ten seconds passed that Sophia's laughter stopped. She took the cigarette from Ethan's hand, and gray-white smoke blew out from her pretty red lips: "Then are you interested in checking it out?"

In a corner not far away, stood two men in black suits.

They looked at everything that happened in front of them with expressionless faces, and their bodies faintly exuded the aura of killing. These were also guys who had killed people and seen blood.

Inside the coat, the handle of the gun was looming.

This Sophia is very likely to be a woman of some importance. Although Ethan was tempted, he decided to give up the idea.

"Jiliguala."

Sofia noticed Ethan's gaze, then turned back and spoke to the two men in black suits.

The tone of his words was a bit scolding.

The two people didn't hesitate at all and immediately turned around and left without saying a word.

"This is my subordinate." Nophia put her hand down and put it on Ethan's thigh, with a smile on her lips: "This troublesome gentleman who doesn't want to tell me his name, are you afraid? "

One word awakens the dreamer.

Ethan's eyes lit up, he came here by himself, he was originally looking for trouble and trouble.

Once the pass is over, he will run back.

I am also afraid that she is the woman of some big boss, even the mistress of the mayor of Medellin, and she will act like that!

Thinking of this, Ethan showed his white teeth.

"This beautiful lady."

He stood up and stretched out his arm to Sophia: "Of course I won't be afraid. How about we change places to chat?"

"Talk freely about life and ideals."

"Also, about the mystery of life."

Although he was wearing big pants and a white T-shirt, with his figure and face, he looked so humble and his manners were impeccable.

"Okay, I'm interested."

Sofia smiled and stood up, taking his arm.

The two stood together, and Ethan raised his eyebrows. Sophia was extremely tall, nearly 1.75 meters tall.

A pair of long legs, extremely unnatural.

The lower abdomen on the skirt is flat, and when it comes to the top, it draws an amazing arc.

Her eyes are bright and charming.

He nodded with satisfaction and walked toward the elevator with the beautiful Colombian girl.

"Gudu."

In the small bar, a group of men watched Sofia's hips swaying and her red skirt swaying, and they swallowed saliva in unison, so that the movement she made was clearly audible.

When I saw the elevator door closing, the sound of slapping my thighs started to sound one after another.

Downstairs, in the business suite.

As soon as the two of them entered the room, Sofia let go of Ethan's hand, and the silk suspender skirt was casually hooked by her and slipped off her exquisite body.

He went to the wine cabinet and picked up the remaining half of the bottle of red wine.

She walked to the glass curtain wall, raised her arms, and gently supported it. She swayed her silky hair and struck a very seductive pose.

After taking a sip of red wine, Sophia looked at Ethan:

"How is my figure? Are you satisfied with it?"

"Satisfied, very satisfied."

Ethan raised his eyebrows, quickly put up the Do Not Disturb sign, and closed the door with a bang.

Tear!

He tore the white T-shirt casually and threw it into a chair aside.

Sophia bit her little finger and looked away.

Her breath became messy, and the red wine bottle was thrown onto the carpet.

The bottle rolled on the ground, red wine flowing out.

The floor-to-ceiling curtains fluttered gently, and a few minutes later, there was a bang, and two palms pressed heavily against the glass.

Sofia breathed heavily, causing the glass curtain wall to become covered with mist.

Holding his delicate waist, Ethan raised his head and looked outside comfortably. The night in Medellin was like a sea of ​​stars.

And he was on this sea of ​​stars, enjoying the passion of the Colombian girl.

the next morning.

Ethan was woken up by a shaking, he yawned and slowly opened his eyes.

Picking up the watch that was put aside, the hands were beating rhythmically. It was only six o'clock in the morning, and the sun was still orange in the sky.

"How about it, do you like my wake-up call?"

Sophia's body was covered with glistening sweat, and her long black hair was shaking.

"Very much."

Ethan lit the lighter and took a comfortable drag on the cigarette: "It's just so early, are you in a hurry?"

"Um."

While exercising, Sophia said hurriedly: "I'll wait a moment, I have to go somewhere else."

"Then hurry up."

Ethan stood up with a cigarette in his mouth and pushed her over.

For so long, this Colombian girl is one of the few opponents he has encountered who can fight with him for several hours. She is a female cavalry who is good at fighting on the battlefield.

Just like the rain comes after a long drought, he crazily asks for everything.

After a long time, she lay on the bed limply.

She was very satisfied with her chance encounter last night. There was nothing more wonderful than this.

"Can you leave a phone number?"

Seeing Ethan walking out of the shower, she put her chin in her hands and asked.

"Does it fit?"

Ethan asked with a smile while holding the tattered T-shirt in his hand.

"It seems so." Suovia stood up, twisted her waist and walked to the glass curtain wall, looking outside: "Let's go, my life is really not something you can get involved in."

The sun shines on her body, and her cilia are exposed, and Miss Colombia is nothing more than that.

Ethan looked at the beautiful scenery and quietly closed the door.