My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 682 Guess Again

He took a sip of the red wine and put down the glass.

Looking at the ketchup on the plate, Ethan smiled and said, "It seems that your psychological quality has improved quite well."

"why would you say so?"

Burgess was stirring the pasta with a fork, looking over curiously.

"Switch to a few months ago." Ethan also stirred with her, shrugged and said, "I don't think you can eat these things."

Inside the dinner plate, there are red, white, and a lot of minced meat.

Looks like the one that got blown up or something, especially tonight when someone got shot at point-blank range in front of Burgess.

After being reminded by Ethan, she also reacted.

The stirring action couldn't help but slow down a bit.

"Feel sorry."

Seeing this, Ethan quickly said, "I didn't mention it on purpose."

"It's okay." Burgess smiled and said with a sigh: "I'm also surprised that I have adapted. Who would have thought that I was still a flight attendant at this time last year."

"I would really appreciate it tonight, if it wasn't for you."

"Don't say that."

Ethan stuffed the spaghetti into his mouth and said vaguely, "Even if I'm not here, Irene will kill him, and you'll be fine."

"Ah."

Burgess nodded: "But after all, you saved me, didn't you?"

"How many times is this?"

Who would count those things, Ethan shook his head and pointed to her dinner plate.

Burgess understood, and the two ate their supper quietly again.

In her small apartment, there were only bursts of barking sounds.

A few minutes later, the dinner plate was cleared away, and Ethan leaned back on the sofa comfortably.

Burgess got up and took the plate back to the kitchen, walked back quickly and sat down, looking at Ethan with bright eyes: "Tell me, what brought you here?"

"Your mood is wrong."

Ethan took a sip of red wine and continued, "Want to chat?"

"Do you mean?"

Burgess' eyes blinked rapidly, with a look of confusion.

"You are a good policeman." Ethan said softly, shaking his wine glass, "You are also an excellent policeman. No one will doubt your ability."

"As long as there is a chance, Hank will definitely choose you."

"But he didn't choose last time, didn't he?" Burgess pursed his lips and expressed his thoughts:

"Judging from the current situation, your consolation is not valid."

"You're just a little bit out of luck." Ethan stretched out two fingers and squeezed a gap: "It has nothing to do with you, it's just because of Sumner."

"Because of some reasons that are difficult to explain to you, Hank hesitated."

"If it's not for this, I believe you will be fine."

In fact, it has nothing to do with Sumner, and Hank is not the kind of person who rejects a female police officer because a female employee makes a mistake.

Now Burgess just needed a reason, but it was impossible for Hank to explain anything to her.

Ethan simply made up one for her, so that she can live in her heart.

Hearing these words, Burgess sighed softly, and drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp.

"As I said just now."

Ethan continued to pour her red wine: "No one will question your ability."

The wine was tumbling and swirling in the glass, and his voice continued to sound: "You just need to be your original self, and you don't need to work too hard."

"Tonight, some of your partner's words actually made sense."

"If you try too hard, it will make your decision radical."

Adding some more wine to himself, Ethan put down the bottle, looked at Burgess and said, "In our business, radical choices sometimes lead to consequences, I think you should be very clear."

"Not to mention the big ones, will your partner spend more time on you when they go on missions with you?"

Burgess bit his lip and took another sip from his glass.

Well, Ethan continued to pour her wine.

"Actually, there is nothing wrong with being in the patrol team." He said with a smile: "Your performance today was also very good, and you have provided us with great help."

"I see." Burgess breathed out a mouthful of alcohol, and his face became more rosy:

"Don't worry, I won't think about it again."

"No matter what, there will always be opportunities in the future."

She stared at the wine glass, then picked it up and drank it in one gulp, not a drop left.

Putting down the goblet, Burgess' breathing became short of breath: "Did you come here today to tell me these things?"

"Hmm~"

Ethan nodded, a little confused.

The next moment, the eyes followed Burgess's body moving upwards, watching her movements in surprise.

The other party stood up, grabbed the hem of the T-shirt with both hands, and pulled it casually.

The skin is delicate and moist as jade.

"If you say." Burgess crumpled up the red T-shirt and threw it at Ethan. She tossed her hair back and put one hand on her waist and said, "I don't want to listen to you anymore at this moment. how do you feel?"

You could tell she was very excited.

The sexy belly and chest heaved rapidly.

As expected of a former flight attendant, her figure is well managed, and she is very seductive just by posing casually.

Ethan caught the T-shirt, put it on his nose, took a deep breath, and drank his red wine.

He showed his white teeth, stood up slowly, his eyes were red:
"This time, there is no car for you to escape."

"Hahaha, don't worry." Burgess rushed over quickly and said happily, "It's enough for that kind of thing to happen once."

Sofas collapsed, wine bottles knocked over.

A small half bottle of red wine poured out, staining the carpet bright red.

A few minutes later, his bare feet stepped on the soaked carpet and staggered to the other side. The red wine liquid left two messy footprints on the floor.

The curtains shook, and the messy clothes on the bed were crushed heavily.

"God."

Burgess breathed a sigh of relief and flopped down on the mattress, his brown hair falling down.

Glittering sweat was all over his back.

"Boom."

Ethan jumped lightly, his feet landed firmly on the floor, and strode towards the kitchen: "Do you have any beer here?"

"some."

Burgess' voice was hoarse, and he said weakly: "Bring me a bottle too, thank you."

"Bang~"

The beer lid was lifted, and a plume of white smoke came out.

Looking at the bright night view outside the window, Ethan blew out a bottle of Carlsberg in one breath, and hiccupped happily. He sighed and looked at his hand. The cold glass bottle was exposed to the heating, and a layer of water dripped out. There is plenty of water.

The mouth of the bottle is also very small, and when the beer cap is lifted, it is very tight.

"Have you not found it yet?"

Burgess's yell sounded very lazy: "I'm thirsty."

"right away."

Ethan came back to his senses, grabbed two bottles of Carlsberg with one hand, and walked back with a relaxed pace.

The cold wind is howling outside, and the house is warm as spring.

After Ethan's tireless efforts to enlighten, Burgess finally let go of his mind, and the whole person returned to his original energetic appearance.

It's just that at this time, her vitality is slightly lacking.

Raising her arm to take Carlsberg, she greedily drank the cold beer, and after a while, she finally recovered.

"Can you promise me one thing?"

Burgess rolls over, fingers ticking over his abs.

"Of course it's okay." Ethan took a sip of his beer, and at this moment, even if it was a big deal, he agreed to it.

"When we were at the police station."

Burgess said seriously: "Is it still the same as before?"

"How should I put it, I don't want others to know."

"Originally, the policewoman has to work harder, and you are such a person. I don't want others to misunderstand that I rely on you to survive in the police station."

sensible.

So sensible.

Ethan had no reason to refuse such a request.

"Is that so."

He frowned and said hesitantly: "It's not impossible, but you have to exchange something."

"No way."

Burgess looked up, his eyes widened, and he said in horror: "You still have to come."

"No, no, no."

She quickly crawled to the side: "I want to rest, at least half an hour."

"Snapped."

A big hand firmly grasped her smooth ankle.

Inside the small apartment, there was a whisper.

The next day, Ethan came to the police station feeling relieved.

"Good morning."

He greeted Pratt enthusiastically, and walked upstairs quickly.

Before Pratt could react, his figure disappeared behind the iron gate, and the former could only wave his hand unconsciously.

After another minute, there was a sound of stomping on the stairs.

"Good morning."

Burgess hopped up the reception hall, she nodded at Pratt, and walked towards the patrol preparation area with her ponytail swaying.

"it is good."

Pratt twitched the corner of his mouth and replied.

She lowered her head, and the pencil continued to write and draw on the document.

"Snapped."

There was a small sound, and the tip of the pencil was overwhelmed and broke on the white paper.

Pratt raised his head abruptly, first glanced at the direction Burgess was leaving, and then turned his head to look at the stairs going up, with a glint in his eyes.

The corners of her mouth are upturned, and the range is getting bigger and bigger:
"Guide, enlighten me!"

After cursing softly, she happily sat down and sharpened her pencil slowly.

After busyness, there is silence.

Ethan wrote the report slowly, yawning from time to time.

"damn it."

Ruzek came up with two trays of coffee and shouted excitedly:

"Guess what I just saw?"

"A group of aliens dancing in the street?" Ethan took the coffee and replied casually.

"Haha." Rusek said with a half-smile:

"Guess again?"

"A group of aliens dancing in the sky?" Ethan followed suit.

"Ferrari."

Rusek didn't dare to let Ethan guess anymore. Later, the aliens would dance in Lake Michigan. He shared the coffee in his hand and said excitedly, "That's a damn Ferrari transporter."

When it comes to luxury cars, there are not many people who don't like them, especially cars of Ferrari's level.

"is it?"

Irene also became interested: "Which model is it?"

"I don't know." Rusek and Atwater clapped their hands and sighed, "It would be great if I could own a Ferrari one day."

"To rent." Ethan took a sip of coffee and put down the cup: "It's not bad to have it for a day."

"How do you like it?"

Rusek's eyes lit up: "Why don't you buy one, and we can follow along."

"That's right." Irene rubbed up a ball of paper and threw it at Ethan: "You are barely a multi-millionaire, driving an official car all day long, or a broken Dodge Challenger."

"Why don't you buy a sports car and play it for us."

"Here, let's play with this."

Ethan raised his middle finger and made a circle in the Datong room.

Everyone laughed for a while, then fell silent again.

"Om."

The phone vibrated, and it was a strange call.

"Hello." Ethan picked up the phone suspiciously: "This is Ethan Morgan."

"Mr. Morgan, good morning." On the other side was a very warm greeting: "This is the staff of Ferrari, your vehicle."

"Beep beep."

He hung up the phone casually, threw the phone aside, and played tricks on his own head, and his nerves grew hairy.

"Om."

The phone vibrated again, it was the same number as before.

"I'm a police detective, if you harass me again, be careful and I'll take care of you." Ethan pressed the answer button impatiently.

After swearing, I will hang up.

"Wait a minute, you misunderstood." The other side shouted hastily: "Mr. Morgan, we are downstairs at the 21st branch."

"We are not liars. The vehicle you ordered has arrived, please come down and sign for it."

"Wait a minute." Ethan looked at Rusek, frowned and asked, "What company are you, tell me again?"

"Ferrari, sir."

There was no impatience on the other side, and he continued to explain.

Hang up, block, all in one go.

He leaned forward and slapped Rusek on the head: "You are so courageous, you dare to make such a joke with me."

The guy on the front foot said he saw Ferrari, and he received a call from Ferrari on his back foot.

It wasn't him who played tricks, Ethan didn't even believe it.

"Cough cough."

Ruzek was drinking coffee when he was slapped on the back of the head, causing him to cough violently.

"Waterfa?"

He turned his head and spread out his hands aggrievedly: "Why did you hit me?"

"Don't make such a joke." Ethan glared at him, and rolled up another file, as if to hit him.

"Om~"

At this time, the phone vibrated again, and this time it was changed to another number.

"You let your friend trick me?"

Ethan picked up his phone and ran up to Rusek.

"Please." Ruzek said gloomily, "I don't know what you're talking about?"

Just then, the phone hung up.

The two stared at each other, both inexplicably.

"Ethan."

Down the stairs, Pratt yelled, "You have something to sign for."

Ethan was confused, and immediately walked downstairs.

And Rusek couldn't be beaten in vain, so he quickly got up and followed.

In the reception hall, a white man wearing a peaked cap stood in the middle. In the middle of the blood-red cap was a yellow shield, and a black horse leaped in the middle.

"Mr. Morgan."

The man looked at the tablet in his hand, and hurried over: "I have goods here, and I need you to sign for it."

He looked at Ethan and said very seriously:

"Just out there, I'm not a liar."

Looking at the hat on the man's head and the uniform on his body, Ethan and Rusek looked at each other.

Ethan snatched the tablet from the man's hand. It did have his name and even his profile picture on it.

There is only one person who can do this kind of thing and get his own photo.

"damn it."

He shook his head with a smile, returned the tablet to the staff member, and walked outside.

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