My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 539 Spiderman

"You're welcome, just treat it as your own home."

Sumner threw the black suit jacket on the sofa and said nonchalantly: "My former colleagues often come to my house for drinks."

"Tell you, I'm a top bartender."

"Tonight, you are lucky."

"Are you sure?" There was enough heating in the room, and Ethan relaxed.

"Very sure."

Sumner skillfully tossed the shaker: "What would you like?"

Putting half a bottle of whiskey on the small bar, Ethan thought about it, and the corners of his mouth turned up:
"A vodka martini."

"Shake well, don't stir."

"Ok."

After spinning a few times in mid-air, the shaker was firmly caught by Sumner: "Come right away, Mr. Bond."

Seeing her skillful movements, Ethan raised his eyebrows:
"Why, do you like watching it too?"

"Of course." Sumner shook the shaker, trembling in his chest: "Which one do you like best?"

Watching the wine slowly pour into the cocktail glass, Ethan picked it up with a smile:

"Thank you."

"My favorite should be Black Sun Crisis."

"It's about the same as I guessed." Sumner poured himself a glass of vodka martini: "Sophie Marceau?"

"Sophie Marceau!"

Ethan nodded heavily and put down the wine glass: "It tastes good."

"Thank you."

Sumner buttoned his hair tie, and his long black hair fell down like a waterfall: "I have this DVD at home."

The two looked at each other and smiled, picked up a few bottles of wine at the same time and walked to the sofa beside them.

As the movie plays, Sumner mixes cocktail after cocktail.

When he saw Sophie Marceau sitting on Bond's body and twisting the mechanism of the execution chair, Ethan's breath became heavy.

There is a bit of evil in this sexy, which is really alluring.

Sumner, who was next to him, swallowed, got up and put down the shaker.

Before she knew it, she had already drank many cocktails, and her footsteps became messy when she got drunk for a while.

Seeing that she was unstable, Ethan quickly reached out to support her.

Sumner wobbled and fell backwards.

The plump buttocks fell on Ethan's body, and she took a deep breath.

On the TV screen, the execution chair was under the control of Sophie Marceau, and the steel pipe was slowly pushed outward against Bond's neck.

She bit her lip hard. Although the position was different, she could feel the feeling.

Ethan sank into a mass of softness, and his head exploded with a buzz.

The movie continued to play, and Bond was tortured by the execution chair until his face flushed, and he didn't even dare to make big movements to breathe.

Infected by this tense scene, Sumner couldn't help but move his body.

"Ah~"

With a soft cry, Ethan flipped her onto the sofa.

"No."

Seeing Ethan's aggressive gaze, Sumner shook his head in panic: "It's wrong for us to do this."

"There is nothing right in this world."

Ethan replied, grabbing the shirt and pulling it hard.

Buttons pop out to reveal the black lace underneath.

The TV screen changed, bursting gunshots sounded, and Mr. Bond started a fierce battle.

"Jingle Bell."

A phone call rang, waking up Ethan, who was in a drowsy sleep.

He turned around impatiently, and put his hand on the plump part.

Subconsciously squeezed the palms, and then opened his eyes.

The woman next to her also slowly opened her eyes, and the two looked at each other.

Memories were churning quickly, and both of them recalled what happened last night.

Without the effect of alcohol, it seems a bit embarrassing.

"Hi."

Ethan greeted with a smile: "Good morning."

"Shh!"

Sumner came to his senses and quickly silenced Ethan.

She quickly picked up the phone and said lazily:
"Dear, what's wrong?"

"Before going to work, I came to see how you are doing, and bought you your favorite croissant bread."

The voice on the other side of the phone continued to ring, saying softly:
"Open the door, I'll be on the third floor soon."

"You wait."

Sumner's head turned wildly: "I'm taking a shower, I'll be fine soon, let's not talk about it."

"Ok."

The phone hung up and the room became quiet.

"Boom."

Ethan jumped up from the bed like an electric shock, and quickly picked up the clothes thrown on the ground: "Waterfa, do you have a boyfriend?"

"What should we do now?"

"Who told you to drink so much wine?" Sumner didn't care about showing off, she lifted the quilt, revealing her plump body.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a knock on the door: "Baby, I'm here, hurry up."

"Shet."

Ethan cursed secretly, and quickly put on his clothes.

Sumner had already run to the bathroom to turn on the shower, then quickly returned to make the bed and stuff the torn clothes under the mattress.

Opening the closet, Ethan was about to get in.

"Not there."

Sumner shook his head quickly: "Every time he comes here, he has to fix his appearance in the full-length mirror here."

"Then where should I go?"

Ethan threw himself down quickly, there was not enough space under the bed.

"Outside."

With an idea, Sumner reached out and pointed to the next window.

"Don't even think about it." Ethan quickly refused, with firm eyes: "This is the third floor!"

"Time is running out."

Sumner growled excitedly, "I'm going to tidy up the living room."

Seeing her frantic look, Ethan had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk to the window, poking his head to look outside.

If it's not too high, it's definitely not a problem to break a leg.

Now I have no choice but to turn over and climb out of the window.

As soon as he stepped on the window sill, Sumner immediately closed the window.

A gust of cold wind blows, and snowflakes slap on the body.

Ethan looked down, standing at the current position, the height seemed to have suddenly increased a lot.

He pulled himself together and pressed against the wall tightly.

Cars pass by from time to time, and people run by from time to time. Staying here is not an option. If someone finds out, it will be over.

Looking at the water pipe on the outer wall, there is still about 1.5 meters away from the window edge.

Slowly moving on the window sill that was only one palm wide, the boots trampled the snow and fell one after another.

Judging the distance, he no longer hesitated.

He jumped up, there was a light touch, and his hands tightly hugged the water pipe.

"Mommy."

At this moment, a mother and daughter walked by the alley.

The little girl discovered this scene and shouted excitedly: "Look, Spider-Man."

"Let's go!"

The child's mother saw the disheveled appearance of the man above, and immediately understood what was going on.

She thought of something, showed a smile, and left quickly.

This episode stopped Ethan's movements.

After the two left, they quickly slid on the water pipe with both hands and feet.

"Boom."

After a muffled sound, it fell steadily to the ground.

Looking up, there was nothing unusual, he quickly tidied up his clothes and left quickly.

Sitting back in the car, Ethan immediately lit a cigarette.

This matter was more exciting than a gunfight, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Om."

The phone vibrated violently, startling him.

Seeing the calling number, Ethan bit his cigarette and pressed the answer button.

"where are you?"

There was a hint of surprise in Sumner's urgent voice.

"In the car."

Ethan was succinct.

"How did you do it?" Sumner stuck his head out of the window and looked at the water pipe next to him in surprise:
"Forget it, don't care about that."

"He has urgent business and has left, that's all."

Beep, hang up the phone.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a gray cashmere coat walked out quickly from the gate of the apartment building.

Ethan quickly shrank his body and looked over with a guilty conscience.

The man answered the phone, hurried across the street, and sped off in a black Ford.

(End of this chapter)