My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 642 Single Night
Ethan noticed Chloe's appearance, and must have something to say to himself.

He raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter?"

"fine."

Tyler leaned over him and shot Chloe a glare.

"It's okay to be honest." Ethan rubbed his fingers gently on Taylor's waist: "Are you leaving?"

"How do you know?" Chloe asked in surprise.

"Please." Taylor spread his hands dissatisfied: "He just had a bad day."

"It doesn't matter." Ethan chuckled:
"We often encounter this kind of thing, and there will be nothing."

"I'm sorry." Taylor turned over and lay his head on his lap, with short blond hair hanging down: "This is a business contract that was agreed before the concert. If you don't go, you will face huge compensation."

"Not only that, but this is also the brand side of my long-term business cooperation."

"Shh."

Ethan put his finger on her lips, looked into her icy blue eyes: "I don't need any explanation, you need to work hard for your career, shouldn't I continue to work as well?"

"Just tell me one thing, when will you leave?"

"The plane will be in three hours." Taylor bit his finger into his mouth and said vaguely, "I wanted to inform you earlier, but I made two phone calls, both of which were busy."

This is normal. When performing tasks, the mobile phone should not ring randomly.

In many cases, it is muted or turned off directly.

I also noticed Taylor's call just now, but I just thought I'd go back immediately, so I didn't call back.

Ethan didn't expect that she would leave suddenly, and the time was so rushed.

"Miss Chloe."

He looked to the side solemnly: "I have something I want to talk to Taylor about. It will take about an hour. It should be fine, right?"

While speaking, Taylor was picked up by him and carried on his shoulder.

"God, slow down."

Taylor looked at the rapidly retreating stairs, and let out a low cry of fright, and she laughed again:

"Chloe, I suggest you take a nap, at least an hour and a half."

Seeing the two of them disappearing quickly at the corner of the second floor, Chloe rolled her eyes. She ran back after hard work and had a good meal of persuasion, but in the end she was still shown a wave of affection.

"cut."

Chloe picked up the magazine on the table, pouted and said, "An hour and a half, half an hour is not bad."

Ten minutes later, her legs crossed.

The singer's penetrating power was strong, and Chloe was disturbed, and her mind was full of thoughts.

Four or ten minutes later, she opened her mouth and looked upstairs in surprise.

An hour later, Chloe closed her eyes, leaned back on the sofa, and the gossip magazine between her legs was shaking with Taylor's singing.

Ethan leaned against the Ford Interceptor, looking at Taylor surrounded by reporters.

Beside her, Chloe and four bodyguards followed.

Two days after her mysterious disappearance, she suddenly reappeared, and the outside world's curiosity about her reached its peak. The lights flickered here, and fans flocked to her.

Tyler glanced back and blew a kiss in Ethan's direction.

This move caused bursts of frantic screams.

Ethan smiled and flicked off the cigarette butt. Watching Taylor disappear into the airport, he opened the door and turned to get in the car.

That guy was full, but his stomach was already too hungry.

Get in the car and go straight to China Town.

I found a Sichuan restaurant and ordered all kinds of spicy and delicious. After a feast, it was almost time for the bachelor party.

It's also my first time to participate in this kind of party, so I don't know what to play.

Texted Fiona earlier, she and Veronica also had a girls' night tonight.

Get in the car and come to the Eleph Bar, and the door like a red telephone box is hung with a bulletin board.

"Private parties, if you haven't been invited, go away."

On the small bulletin board, there is a huge middle finger on one side, and an oversized dick on the other.

This style is very southern, very Elephant.

"Hey~"

Ian was sitting in the phone booth. Seeing Ethan push the door in, he quickly got up and clapped his hands.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Ethan looked at his head, the corners of his eyes twitching. This guy had a huge afro.

Next to him, there was an oversized cardboard box, which also contained piles of colorful afro wigs.

"That's the theme of the party tonight."

Ian kicked the cardboard box helplessly: "90s disco style, get a wig, need to sponsor ten dollars."

"Of course, this is not selling you a wig."

"Mainly to raise funds for today's party."

What the hell is talent, the party has started, and funds have to be raised.

"Not even without wine."

Ethan smiled wryly, took out ten dollars from his pocket and handed it over: "What's on tonight?"

"Enough beer."

Ian took the money and shrugged:

"As for the rest, that's those things."

Ethan didn't ask him what the other things were any more, he opened the inner door and was about to enter.

"You forgot the wig."

Ian saw him push the door in, and quickly picked up a green afro: "How about this one, the color matches you well."

"Fakeyo, Ian."

Ethan took a look at the color of the explosive head in his hand, and said very seriously:

"Fakyu."

Ian was puzzled for a while, put on the explosive head, and shook his head at the glass window.

Inside the Eleber bar, all the tables and chairs were withdrawn to the side.

The middle is like a dance floor, with ribbons hanging all around, and the bar is full of beer.

The heavy metal rock music made my ears hurt. Twenty or thirty people with colorful afro heads were bouncing around with the music, and the whole bar was full of laughter.

All gentlemen, not even a female animal.

Ethan picked up a glass of beer and walked towards the red-haired monster in the middle: "Congratulations, groom-to-be!"

"Hahaha."

Kevin lifted the red afro head and hugged Ethan: "Cheers."

The beer glasses collided and the foam splashed.

Ethan forgot about the police station. Although the wedding was fake, the party was real, and tonight was a celebration.

Beer was poured down glass by glass, and Frank and Lip were also present.

At this time, all comers were welcome, and he also had a few glasses of beer with Frank. I have to say that Frank is a bastard, but he is also a person who enjoys life very much.

In the whole bar, he was the one who let loose the most and had the most fun.

"Shhh!"

A harsh and high-pitched whistle sounded from the direction of the back door.

Everyone turned their heads quickly, and there was a blonde girl wearing only a pair of hollow leather pants standing on the pool table, holding a whip in her hand.

"Crack~"

His chest trembled, and the whip made a crisp sound.

More than 30 wine glasses were raised together, and all the elders cheered excitedly:

"Stripper!"

(End of this chapter)