My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The guy in the striped shirt in front used his index finger to part his messy hair, showing off his rosacea.

The yellowed teeth are particularly conspicuous under the light.

"damn it."

"Frank, you're the one messing with Frank."

"What are you doing?"

It wasn't just Ethan, because the brake he just applied had caused the people in the two cars to flip over, and they all started to curse.

"Come on, you guys."

Frank opened his arms and spread his wrinkled face: "My friends, my family, where are you going? Why don't you take Daddy Frank with you."

"This is hurting my young heart."

"Farke."

Ethan turned around, curled his lips and asked, "Friends, it's democratic voting time."

"If anyone agrees, I'll hit him to death with a kick of the accelerator."

"I agree."

Ian raised his hand instantly and his tone was very firm.

"Don't talk nonsense." Veronica turned around and patted his hand: "Forget it, let him get in the car."

"Please."

Both Ethan and Kevin raised their hands in dissatisfaction.

Frank outside didn't care about this. Before anyone could say anything, he opened the car door calmly, shamelessly pushed his way to the back, and sat down next to Ian.

"guys."

He tied his hair back and asked curiously: "Where are you going?"

The car was quiet and no one paid any attention to him.

Frank didn't care and happily pulled the devices in the car.

Inside the car, there was a strong smell of sweat.

"Feel sorry."

Ethan glanced at Fiona and silently sprayed the perfume a few times: "I don't mean to dislike her."

"I see."

Fiona also silently lowered the window.

Chinatown, Golden Dragon Sichuan Restaurant.

Ethan is quite familiar with this place and comes here for a meal every now and then.

The decoration style is antique.

There is nothing much to say about this. Many Chinese restaurants in the United States have this kind of decoration style, with screens, rockeries, carved dragons and painted phoenixes, which mainly highlight the ancient Chinese style.

In front of the door, the eaves are raised.

A row of red lanterns hung high, and several waiters in cheongsam stood at the door.

"Ha ha."

Frank clapped his hands and said happily: "For Chinese food, I came to the right place. I like to eat the pig's brain and the chicken's feet."

"Waterfa?"

When Veronica heard this, her eyes were as wide as bells.

She swallowed hard and looked at Ethan in shock: "Is what he said true? Will there be such a thing?"

"fine."

Ethan turned off the engine and put on the handbrake, shrugged and said, "That bastard is just scaring you. There is also a lot of meat, you don't have to eat that."

"Shet." Fiona also said in surprise:

"That is to say, there really is!"

Ethan smiled, opened the door and got out of the car.

"Mr. Morgan." The restaurant manager hurried forward and said in fluent Trump: "Are you bringing friends over for dinner tonight?"

They are all old customers and are very impressed.

He speaks Mandarin better than himself, eats spicy food, and is handsome.

I usually come here to eat alone, but I didn’t expect to bring such a large group of people here this time.

"That's right."

Ethan lit up his cigarette, waved his hand and said, "Arrange a large private room with two tables, a mandarin duck hotpot, and you can arrange the dishes yourself."

"no problem."

The restaurant manager nodded and immediately called others in.

Ethan gestured to the cigarette in his hand, Fiona nodded, and walked in with Liam in her arms.

It’s already here, it’s a taste of something new.

Veronica also held Kevin's arm and walked in with a face full of anxiety. It was not because of the money, but mainly because what Frank just said scared her.

Chinese restaurants are actually quite expensive.

Ethan often comes to this restaurant, and the average consumption per person is 70 US dollars. A large group of people will eat Xiao Qian no matter what.

However, Veronica made a huge fortune today and didn't care about that anymore.

"Hi."

A soft call came from the side: "Can I have a cigarette?"

"certainly."

Ethan turned around and saw it was Karen.

This little girl tied up her blond hair and came over with it in her trouser pocket.

I don’t know how she grew up, but her face has smooth and supple skin, just like a beautiful girl in comics.

"I thought you were already up there."

Ethan held out a cigarette for her and lit it for her: "Congratulations, did your family buy you the car?"

"That's right." Karen's eyes were full of charm, and she raised the corners of her mouth:

"This car is my 18th-year-old gift."

"I have to thank you for all this."

Karen opened her red lips and white teeth, and slowly blew the gray smoke toward him.

"Um?"

Ethan frowned and waved his hand to disperse the smoke: "What does this have to do with me?"

"Have you forgotten?" Karen was a little proud:

"Last time outside my house, you told me to be more careful in the future and not to let others know about my quirks."

"Later, my father promised me."

Karen spread her white arms and said with a smile: "As long as I accompany him to a confession meeting, he will buy me a car. At the confession meeting, I tried my best to control the thoughts I wanted to talk about."

"Ta la."

Karen shook the car keys in her hand and said happily: "So, I have my new car."

Americans here attach great importance to the first car in their lives.

Ethan was also happy for her, but still shrugged his shoulders curiously: "Confession meeting?"

"You know." Karen flicked the cigarette ashes:

"It's those girls who have done wrong, put on dresses that represent purity, go to meetings with their dads, confess what they have done, and share their experiences."

"Pfft~"

She chuckled and licked her lips: "To express regret and say goodbye to my past self."

"Then how did you do it?"

Ethan asked curiously, telling Karen about the things she had done before, she must not make her father angry to death.

But look at the key in her hand.

Well, that probably didn't happen, and Ethan was also happy for Mr. Jackson.

Sometimes ignorance is also a kind of happiness.

"Originally, I wanted to tell everything I had experienced like others." Karen waved with a smile in her eyes and said, "But when I stood up, I thought of your words."

"So, I hid most of the situation."

"Just telling what happened to Lip and Ian and shedding a few tears."

"You saw the result."

She pointed to her car and couldn't suppress the smile on her face: "My dad is happy, I am happy, everyone is happy."

"but."

She looked at Ethan again and changed the topic: "When are you going to take me to see a psychiatrist?"

"I never promised you."

Ethan stamped out his cigarette butt and patted his stomach: "Let's go, I'm hungry."

"Hmph~"

Karen wrinkled her nose, thought for a while, and walked quickly into the restaurant.

Under the guidance of the waiter, the two went up the stairs together.

The small buttocks in front were twisting at an alarming rate. There was no beauty in it, but it was a bit funny. Karen definitely did it on purpose, just like the clumsy seduction before.

He simply slowed down and fell far away.

After turning a corner, there were rapid footsteps coming from behind, heading straight for him.

Looking at the afterimage in the glass opposite, Ethan's fingers shook slightly.

"Snapped."

The palms with dirty nails pressed hard on his shoulders: "Hand over the money!"

He grinned and turned quickly.

He stretched out his hands and grabbed the collar of the person behind him firmly.

"Bang."

He lifted the man high and slammed him against the wall.

Thanks to Brother Jin Hao for the reward and support, thank you!