My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 446 Respect Frank
Fiona flipped a switch, and the living room lights came on.

The place where the door is entered is an upward staircase.

Walking in to the right is the living room, with several large sofas surrounding a large wooden table, on which various sundries are placed.

"Squeak!"

Just as he got off his feet, there was a strange noise from below.

He quickly raised his foot, and a yellow inflatable duckling was crushed flat by him.

"Sorry, it's such a mess at home."

Fiona stepped forward quickly, awkwardly picked up the scattered clothes, and quickly threw them into the plastic basket beside her.

That should not be her clothes, most of them are worn by little boys.

"Isn't this how it should be at home?" Ethan walked to the sofa and sat down indifferently: "No matter what, it's all warm."

"maybe!"

Fiona shrugged and walked inside again.

There was a sound of pinging and bang, and she took out several bottles of Budweiser from the refrigerator: "Let's drink something first, Xiao Wei will be here soon."

"OK, thanks."

Ethan unscrewed the beer cap and handed it to her: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"It's not troublesome at all." Fiona noticed his soaked clothes and quickly put down the wine bottle:
"Take off your clothes and I'll dry them for you."

Seeing that he hesitated, Fiona smiled again and said, "Please, don't tell me that you are shy."

"of course not."

Ethan didn't shy away either, it was really uncomfortable to wear wet clothes on his body, and there was heating in the room, so he wasn't afraid of the cold even if he was shirtless.

In two or three strokes, he took off all the clothes on his upper body.

He does not have the common hairs of Western men, his muscles are obvious, and his whole body is full of male hormones.

Fiona stroked her hair back and quickly took the clothes.

"Oh oh oh."

Veronica's surprised voice sounded: "Why are you in such a hurry, dear, do you need me to come over later?"

"Shut up." Fiona picked up her clothes and walked back:
"I'm helping him dry his clothes."

"Yes, I can prove it."

Ethan picked up a bottle of Budweiser and handed it to Veronica: "Beer?"

"God."

With one hand on her hip, Veronica said with an exaggerated expression: "Kevin, look at this, what a f*cking figure."

She took the beer and poked her thumb back:

"Get to know him. This is my jealous boyfriend. He insisted on following me and said he wanted to see the man I brought back from the colorful bat."

"Kevin?"

"my friend?"

The two men looked at each other and shouted in unison.

"Sorry." Ethan took two steps forward, stretched out his hand and fist bumped Kevin with a smile:

"I'm Ethan, it's such a coincidence that you are Xiaowei's boyfriend."

"Hmm!" Kevin put his hands down and looked at his girlfriend:
"I didn't expect that the new friend you mentioned turned out to be him."

"How did the two of you know each other?" Fiona quickly walked out from behind and asked in surprise.

Not only was she surprised, Veronica was also curious.

"Sit down first, and speak slowly." Veronica motioned Ethan to sit down on the carpet. She opened the medicine box and took out something from it.

"Aleber Bar." Ethan took the words and quickly changed the subject:
"I had a drink at Elleba once, and everyone chatted happily."

"Right, Kevin."

He raised his head slightly and let Veronica wash the wound: "Do you remember Frank? I saw him a few hours ago."

"Frank is really a good father, carrying a child on the back of the road to help people clean the glass."

"There are not many people who can be like him for their families. He is a real man."

Ethan picked up the bottle, but the living room fell into an eerie silence.

Looking at Kevin, he was covering his mouth and giggling.

Veronica stopped what she was doing and looked at Ethan in disbelief: "You mean Frank?"

Ethan nodded: "Yes!"

"Good father?" Veronica's voice was a little high, and she asked excitedly:

"Paying for the family? Frank? A real man?"

Looking at the tweezers waving around, Ethan was a little flustered, afraid that she would accidentally poke his eyes.

"What's the problem?"

Ethan put down the bottle and flashed back:

"Isn't Frank a single father? Raising six kids by himself."

"Shet."

Veronica shook her head and said, "This motherfuck can really say anything, and I don't mean to offend."

She said the latter sentence to Fiona.

"Don't worry." Fiona shrugged and said, "There is no offense."

She went to sit next to Ethan, with a serious expression on her face: "Remember, Frank is a single father, and he has six children."

"As for other things."

Fiona thought for a while, and said firmly: "Don't believe anything that comes out of his mouth, I mean anything."

"uh-huh."

Veronica agreed with her face, and continued to clean Ethan's wound, even the broken skin on her hands.

"Okay!" Ethan spread his hands, "I believe what you say."

"But why?"

"Although I don't want to admit it."

Fiona raised the bottle: "But the Frank you mentioned is my father."

Seeing Ethan's stunned look, Veronica took the words: "And he is the most irresponsible person I have ever met, believe me, there is no exaggeration."

Ethan smiled helplessly, he didn't expect this to happen.

This Frank, what he said was really one point true and nine points false.

I was also scammed by him for a hundred dollars, so I have to pay it back if I have a chance.

He shrugged and picked up the beer bottle:

"To Frank."

"That's right." Fiona also extended her hand, "To damn Frank."

Veronica and Kevin also picked up the bottles, and there was a crisp sound of collision between the bottles: "To Frank the Liar."

Everyone laughed and drank the beer.

After putting down the wine bottle, Veronica quickly helped him clean the wound, apply medicine, and put on a bandage.

"Okay, it's done."

She looked at the treated wound with satisfaction and put the things back in the box.

Footsteps sounded, and a seven or eight-year-old boy walked beside them.

He sat down on the carpet sleepily, and stretched out his fist at Ethan:

"Hey, I'm Carl."

Fiona said silently, this is my brother.

The little boy had a cropped cut, with clear stupidity in his eyes, and he looked cool.

"Nice to meet you, Carl." Ethan smiled and stretched out his fist, bumping against him.

Carl withdrew his hand in satisfaction.

"I like you." A little girl who was about the same age as Carl also walked to the sofa, her face was flushed, and she spoke softly:
"You're so pretty, I'm Debbie."

This little girl is too good at talking.

Ethan immediately smiled and said, "Good evening, Debbie, you look good too."

"Ian."

A boy with short orange-red hair also appeared in front of them, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with freckles on his face.

He picked up a bottle of beer, and when he saw Ethan's naked upper body, his eyes wandered a little.

He is very familiar with this kind of look. Jabo's boyfriend once looked at him like this. Ethan pretended not to notice, and clapped his hands with him with a smile:
"Hi, I'm Ethan."

"What are you talking about?" Another voice rang out.

A curly-haired boy snatched the beer from Ian's hand. He stared at him and nodded at Ethan: "I'm Philip, you can call me Lip."

Ethan didn't expect that such a child would appear all of a sudden.

"Six children, and one sleeping."

Fiona spread her hands: "Welcome to the Gallagher family."

(End of this chapter)