My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Just as he walked out of the gate of the police station, a black shadow flashed from the shadow beside him.

Ethan quickly pressed the handle of the gun, about to pull it out.

"Eileen."

The visitor opened his arms and looked over with a smile.

A white male, about 40 years old, with an unshaven beard and a black back.

Long face, a little old man's charm.

"Charlie."

Irene was shocked when she saw the man.

"I am back."

The man named Charlie shook his hands and said cheerfully, "It's in this city, I'm back."

"Uh!"

Eileen obviously hadn't recovered from the shock, she looked at Ethan, and hesitated to speak.

At the same time, Charlie with the big back also lowered his hands and looked at himself.

"See you tomorrow."

Irene took a deep breath and said to Ethan.

"Okay." Ethan looked at the two people back and forth, and nodded.

Obviously, the two are old acquaintances.

Judging from the reaction, it should be long time no see, and I want to chat in private.

Ethan walked towards the steps and stopped beside Charlie.

Although he doesn't know the man in front of him, there are some things that can be felt without knowing each other.

After being a police officer for a long time, some people feel that there is something wrong with just a simple glance.

The man in front of him is a restless master.

Ethan didn't speak, but just looked at Charlie fixedly, the two made eye contact, and the other was smiling, but deep down in his soul, Ethan still smelled that he was afraid.

"It's fine here."

Seeing this, Irene quickly explained: "He is my friend."

"Nice to meet you."

Ethan shook hands with Charlie before leaving quickly.

The Ford Interceptor stopped directly in front of the porch, and Ethan walked up the steps with big bags and small bags.

Walking into the living room, the house is still quiet.

Depending on the situation, it was no different from when I left home in the morning.

This guy is powerful enough.

Ethan looked at the light spots on the radar, smiled and shook his head, since he slept at four o'clock in the morning until now, he had to be convinced.

Holding the fast food in his hand, he strode up the stairs.

I was too lazy to cook at night, so I packed some food and came back.

Pushing open the door, Taylor seemed to be still soundly asleep. The room was well-heated. A long, bare leg protruded from under the quilt, and his arms were drooping and thrown aside.

Short blond hair was messy, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The light of the setting sun fell on her face through the gap in the curtains, and the hair behind her ears swayed slightly.

Ethan put down the bag, took off his coat and shoes.

Looking at her slightly trembling eyelashes, Ethan smiled and lifted the quilt at the end of the bed, and got in from underneath.

"Hahaha."

After a while of teasing, Taylor couldn't pretend anymore.

She smiled happily, and hugged her head that had penetrated into her chest together with the quilt.

"I thought you had to work overtime today." Taylor closed her eyes beautifully, feeling the other party's passionate kiss.

"call!"

After a minute, Ethan stuck his head out from under the quilt and said viciously, "Are you trying to suffocate me?"

Taylor didn't speak, just moved his lips together.

"You just woke up?"

After a while of lingering, Ethan looked into her eyes: "Take a break, or get up and eat."

"Do not want any."

Taylor opened his mouth slightly, bit his lips, and said vaguely:

"Now, all I want is you."

This little girl, she served her so well last night, and now she knows her taste.

Ethan never knew how to refuse such a request.

After half an hour, he hugged Taylor and walked to the window next to him. The two of them leaned against the window together, watching the winter scenery.

After going back and forth, he finally cleared away the anger brought by the octopus.

The two sat by the window sill, eating the grilled beef ribs and salad that Ethan had packed back. On the TV next to them, entertainment news was playing, and Taylor watched intently.

Although I made up my mind to rest for a few days, it was impossible not to pay attention.

After all, that was her business.

The concert turmoil has not stopped, and various news media are trying to get a piece of this hot topic.

After dinner, Taylor turned on his phone.

"Buzzing."

The phone kept vibrating, and after a while, it stopped.

"Sorry." Taylor shrugged helplessly: "Since you left in the morning, the phone has been ringing, either an interview request or a business invitation."

"It's ok."

Ethan tapped her cell phone: "Go and do your work."

Taylor picked up the phone, walked to the side and began to deal with affairs. Being in the circle, some things cannot be avoided.

As soon as she finished her work, Ethan snickered and took out a few posters and photos of her.

This is something that Black has promised, and it must be arranged in place.

As for whom it was for, there is no need to say.

"I buy it!"

Taylor looked at the poster, shook his head with a smile, and signed his name helplessly.

She has long been used to this kind of thing, and autographs have become a part of her life.

After spending the whole night with Taylor, Ethan rushed to the police station early the next day. Since the celebration would start very early, they needed to arrange it earlier.

As soon as he walked into the Chase room, Ethan winked at Sumner.

The latter recalled something, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Irene making coffee in the pantry alone, he remembered what happened last night, picked up an empty cup and walked in.

"Wow."

Turn on the tap and rinse the cup.

But his attention was all on Irene.

She looked absent-minded, and added several cubes of sugar to the cup.

"Who was that person last night?"

Ethan picked up the coffee pot and poured himself half a cup.

"Just an old friend." Erin said casually, stirring the coffee, "Nothing happened."

"If it's okay, you won't stress it out."

Ethan poured some milk, threw in a cube of sugar, and raised an eyebrow at her: "Ex-boyfriend?"

"It's a bit old for you!"

"is it?"

Eileen realized that she had made a slip of the tongue, and squinted her eyes: "Then what age do you think is more suitable for me?"

"It must be like me." Ethan patted his chest:
"It's handsome enough, and it's only when you take it out that you get extra points."

"Hehe." Irene gave him a half-smile and raised her middle finger: "Egocentric."

"Not an ex-boyfriend."

"Remember when I told you my old story?"

"Remember." Ethan gave her a thumbs up: "Cat girl!"

Last time she asked herself to pretend to be her fiancé, and during the dinner after that, Irene mentioned that she was involved in a theft gang when she was a child.

"Thank you for that statement."

Erin took a sip of coffee: "Charlie was our head at that time." (End of this chapter)