My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

"Boom."

The small copper bell on the door frame was hit, making a crisp sound.

Ethan let go, and the red wooden framed glass door was retracted.

There are only one or two customers in the tavern. There are a few tables on the left, and the bar on the right. There are a variety of wine bottles on the cabinet, and rows of crystal glasses are hung high.

When the light hits it, it looks very crystal clear.

"welcome."

Behind the bar, a female bartender in a plaid shirt raised her head: "Sit whatever you want."

Ethan walked to the bar, pulled out a high stool and sat down.

"Anything to recommend?"

He glanced around the tavern, and then looked at the charming blond short-haired female bartender in front of him, who was in her forties, with a few wrinkles on her face.

"Manhattan."

Seeing Ethan's appearance, the female bar burst into a smile: "My craft is pretty good."

"Okay, sorry to bother you."

Ethan looked at the prices on the wine list, took a piece of change and went out: "No need to look for it."

He took out his phone, and there was a follow-up message from Rusek on it. Oscar just came out of the house and is now in a bar with a few friends, and nothing unusual happened.

He replied casually, and the phone turned off.

"Your wine."

The female bartender brought over a large glass of Manhattan and carefully put it on the bar counter: "You should be here for the first time. With your appearance, if you have been here before, I will definitely remember it."

"Thank you."

Ethan picked up the Manhattan cocktail mainly made with whiskey and took a sip: "It tastes really good."

"Actually, you have won the prize. My appearance is mediocre."

"Hahaha."

Such a simple sentence made the female bartender laugh: "You know what?"

"I have a daughter who is very beautiful."

"Boom."

The copper bell rang, and the front door was pushed open again.

The female bartender's mind was on Ethan, she continued to smile happily: "My daughter likes men like you, do you need me to give you her phone number?"

Behind, Irene's nails were almost pinched into the palm of her hand.

She walked over with a blank face, fixedly looking at the female bartender, her earlobe was bright red.

"Hey Erin."

Only then did the female bartender notice the person coming in from behind, and put down the white towel in her hand in surprise.

"Bonnie."

Irene responded lightly, and anyone could hear the alienation in her tone.

Naturally, the female bartender could understand, she held onto the towel tightly: "Please, don't you want to call me mom?"

"Gudu."

Ethan raised his hand and gulped down the cocktail in the glass.

"Do me a favor."

Irene's voice trembled a little. She found a note from her pocket, and slapped it on the bar counter with a cold expression: "Please don't call the police station again if you have something to do in the future."

"This is my email address, you can just email me if you have anything to do."

After speaking, she turned and walked outside.

"Eileen."

This Bonnie shouted again quickly: "I'm getting married soon, just to let you know."

"Congratulations."

Irene turned her head and looked at her coldly: "Next time this kind of thing happens, just send me an email."

After saying a few words, she strode away from the tavern.

"Feel sorry."

Bonnie held the little note awkwardly, and said to Ethan beside him, "I'll show you a joke."

"The wine is good."

Ethan took a sip and put down the empty glass.

Tapping the bar lightly with his fingers, he also got up and left.

It turned out that this blonde middle-aged woman was Irene's mother, the one who never cared about her family or cared about her.

The face is quite kind, I really can't tell it.

Walking out of the tavern, lighting a cigarette, he went a few meters forward and came to the side of Gray Dodge.

"Thank you."

Irene scratched her ear and asked in a muffled voice, "Would you like to have a drink at Molly's Bar?"

"no problem."

Ethan waved, biting a cigarette and nodding.

Molly's Bar, corner.

On a small table, there are two glasses of bourbon and a small plate of assorted nuts.

The pale yellow light turns the whiskey amber.

"Just like you heard."

After drinking three glasses of whiskey in succession, Irene's face flushed, and she breathed out the smell of alcohol: "The woman just now is my biological mother."

"Ah."

Ethan picked up a cashew nut and threw it into his mouth, licking it slowly.

"She's always been like this, never changed."

Irene gritted her teeth and said, "Until she needs affection, until she thinks of me, she contacts me suddenly. What did she take me for?"

"bump."

She punched the table heavily and said angrily, "A special toy?"

"When she needs it, she will play with it."

"You don't need it, just throw it aside."

Erin picked up the glass and gulped down the whiskey in it: "Have you ever seen such a person?"

Ethan waved his palm to wipe away the wine splashed on the table.

Accompany Irene to drink up the whiskey, and then wave to the waiter to continue serving the wine.

"When I was young, every time I saw her, I was either too drunk or too high to forget who I am." Irene looked at the wine glass and said silently: "In winter, there is no heating."

"I could only curl up in the corner of the room, watching her lying on the floor, watching the filth she vomited all over her body."

"For a moment, I even wished she would freeze to death."

"Or, it disappeared quietly into a certain sewer in the city."

Irene raised her head, grinned and said, "But every few years, like a cockroach, she would suddenly jump out from a certain corner of my life and mess me up."

With a bright smile, but with a trace of tears in his eyes.

Ethan grabbed her hand, didn't say anything, just rubbed the back of Irene's hand gently with his thumb.

Such a person has indeed seen it.

She is simply the female version of Frank, equally irresponsible, a drunkard and a drug addict, who will only bring trouble to the Gallagher family, and who has been thinking about stealing and cheating all his life.

"Actually, you still take her to heart."

After the waiter brought the wine, Ethan let go of her hand, grabbed some walnuts and put them in his hand: "Otherwise, you wouldn't have asked me to come over."

"You wouldn't be so excited, would you?"

Throwing the walnuts into his mouth one by one, Ethan looked at the silent Irene.

True despair has no words.

Just leave quietly, like a stranger.

In fact, Irene is similar to Fiona. No matter what torture she has experienced, no matter how angry she is, deep down in her heart, she still regards Frank and Bonnie as her family.

People like Frank and Bonnie take advantage of their psychological flaws.

Like a dog skin plaster, it is pasted from time to time.

"call."

Irene shook her head, smiled wryly and said, "I'm sorry to let you hear these terrible things." (End of this chapter)