My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

That's right, you don't need to eat anything.

Just eating melon tonight is already full.

These two people are more wonderful than the other.

Next, Frank and Monica talked to each other, exposing each other's old background.

"Boom."

Fiona slammed her hands on the table to stop the drama.

"Monica."

Her chest rose and fell slightly, and she looked at her mother expressionlessly: "This has nothing to do with Frank, it has nothing to do with him at all, he has no help to this family, nor can he play any role."

"If you still have self-esteem, even if it's only a little bit."

"If you still love a few of us, even if it's only a little bit."

Fiona's eyes were flushed, and she clenched her fists and said, "Let's go, don't come back, just treat yourself as dead, and treat us as dead too."

"Don't come to disturb our life again."

"Please, don't tear us apart."

Monica's body trembled, her neck turned stiffly.

Lip, Ian, Carl, including Debbie who was cooking with her just now, also looked at her with a begging look, and she suddenly felt ashamed and flustered.

No matter how young Debbie was, she figured it out.

This so-called mother only wanted to break up her family.

"sorry."

Monica stood up slowly, and after she didn't know who she said such a sentence to, she walked out of the house in a daze.

Seeing this, the strong black woman hurriedly followed.

One minute later, there was a roar of a large truck outside the house, and it gradually went away.

"Baha, Baha."

In the corner of the table, a guy is eating lasagna from a plate like no one else is there.

While chattering, Frank shook his head regretfully. The compensation that he tried his best to apply for must be impossible to get now.

"boom."

A water glass slammed heavily in front of him.

The plate was overturned, the lasagne was scattered on him, and the sauce was all over him.

"Waterfa."

Frank stepped back quickly, the chair was overturned, he patted the lasagna on his body, and looked across angrily.

"Fuck off."

Fiona pointed to the back, gritted her teeth and said, "You too."

Not only Fiona, but everyone else looked at Frank angrily. All these things were caused by him to swindle insurance claims.

"You bunch of ungrateful bastards."

Frank didn't get a dime, and was reprimanded. He grabbed the beer bottle cursingly and walked towards the back door next to him.

"It's my fault that I raised you so big."

He opened the wooden door and said angrily: "It's not worth it at all, you will be punished."

A figure next to him rushed forward, and Lip kicked Frank's ass, kicking him in the direction of the steps.

"bump."

The back door was slammed shut with a muffled sound.

Frank was dizzy and rolled down a few steps firmly.

"Fake."

He supported his waist in pain, and looked anxiously at the beer bottle.

Fortunately, he subconsciously pressed his thumb on the mouth of the bottle, and only some beer froth leaked out, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Inside the room, hearing Frank's yelling and cursing go away, Fiona stretched out her hand.

Others, catch up one by one.

Several Gallaghers looked at Ethan together, and he also extended his hand with a smile, and shook hands with several of them.

The kitchen quickly became lively, and everyone was busy.

If you really rely on this little thing on the table, you will starve to death. Fiona is frying eggs quickly, and the steak in Ethan's pan is sizzling. After another half an hour, a group of people sat on their stomachs. on the chair.

Everyone looked at each other and laughed loudly.

After returning to the living room to rest for a while, Ethan looked at his watch: "I'm leaving, I have a party with my colleagues tonight."

"Go."

Fiona waved, holding Liam in her arms.

Carl and Debbie were leaning against her, and Lip and Ian were huddled together on the single sofa. The family watched TV and let out bursts of knowing laughter following the picture.

Whether it is heartless, or escape from reality.

Life has to go on.

Molly's Bar.

There are still 5 minutes until nine o'clock, and there are already a large number of drinkers who come to get drunk.

No matter how tough a bastard is, he dare not come here to make trouble.

No one wants to provoke a bunch of tight-knit, grumpy guys who rarely take a break after get off work.

"Boom."

The copper bell rang, and Ethan pushed open the glass door and went in.

The inside of the bar is in a classic American style, with distinctive license plates from all over the country hanging on the wooden wall, and the light yellow light from the light bulbs sprinkled on him.

Ethan took off his coat and walked to the corner.

Molly belongs to the quiet kind of bar. The soothing background music will not affect the conversation of the guests, and it can relax the nerves.

Atwater has already said hello, and there is a big table here.

Rusek was always the first to arrive, and since Ethan welcomes family members, he brought his fiancée along.

"Hi, Good Evening."

Ethan raised his hand to Rusek's fiancée and said hello: "You look really sexy, Rusek is a lucky guy."

"Thank you."

Wendy stood up proudly, showing off her beautiful figure: "It is indeed his luck."

She is a sweet-looking girl with curly long brown hair, and she is wearing a very distinctive black dress. The diamond-shaped hollows on the skirt reveal the light yellow lining inside, giving people an optical illusion.

As if the skirt is really hollowed out, it looks very hot.

"God."

Ethan looked frankly, and blinked at Ruzek: "You bastard, you should cherish Wendy."

"Of course."

Rusek laughed, hugged Wendy and scratched her waist a few times.

"Don't make trouble."

Wendy patted Rusek's hand off, and hugged Ethan gently: "Congratulations, you should be the youngest sheriff in Chicago."

"As far as I know, there is no one younger than him anyway."

Pratt took Wendy's words and congratulated Ethan again: "I wish you all the best in the intelligence team."

This sounds weird.

Ethan took a few steps back and sat directly inside.

Pratt came with him, as did Burgess, who left work almost at the same time.

An interesting thing happened. Pratt and Burgess were both motionless, and they stood in the same place, as if neither of them wanted to sit next to Ethan.

Pratt looked at Burgess calmly, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Seeing the curious eyes of Rusek and the others, Burgess had no choice but to sit in quickly.

Otherwise, it will arouse the suspicion of others.

Ethan, on the other hand, stood next to Burgess unceremoniously, and while feeling the warmth and fragrance like jade, he quickly waved to the waiter.

As colorful cocktails filled the table, people from the intelligence team also arrived one after another.

"Bang~"

A dozen cups collided together, making a crisp sound.

The wine was splashing, and the night was getting dark. (end of this chapter)