American drama of life

Chapter 132 The apartment is on fire (2 chapters in 1, please subscribe!)
late at night.

There was a knock on the door of Monica's apartment.

"How's the girls' night going?"

As soon as Monica opened the door, Chandler asked with a mocking smile.

Behind him was the winking Joey.

"that's it."

Monica rolled her eyes and stepped aside to let them in, motioning for them to watch for themselves.

Rachel was on the phone, emotional.

After hanging up the phone, she lay down on the sofa and shouted angrily, "How dare you imagine that bastard Barry and that bitch Minty flew directly to honeymoon, my honeymoon!"

"I can……"

Joey's eyes lit up, he pursed his lips, nodded and smiled, but met Rachel's cannibalistic gaze, and stopped talking tactfully, but sat on the sofa leaning, touched Rachel's shoulder, and said "how You doing' tone said: "If you need anything, you can come to me~"

"Don't hook her up!"

Monica shouted, "She's still wearing a wedding dress!"

"What's the matter? What else can't be stipulated?"

Joey spread his hands innocently.

"That's not a rule, as long as your Al Pacino's ass is not afraid of getting hit by the legendary Lincoln High baseball player, you'll be fine."

Chandler sneered.

"what?"

Rachel couldn't understand the stalk at all.

Joey only understood the previous sentence.

"Haha."

Phoebe laughed outright.

Monica also endured so much that she didn't laugh.

"I can't believe that there are such shameless men and women in this world!"

Rachel didn't bother to ask Chandler what he meant, her mind was full of the amazing news she just got.

"What are you going to do?"

Monica hugged her sympathetically.

Originally, she felt the saddest.

But now seeing what happened to Rachel, she suddenly felt better.

At least Luke didn't do such a thing.

But after a second thought, her complexion became ugly again.

Because she thought of her mother.

If her mother knew everything, she would say, "At least Rachel got a man to send her to the altar."

"I want to kill them!"

Rachel gritted her teeth.

"Don't you care about them?"

Phoebe asked, "You don't love him!"

"Yes."

Rachel said angrily: "But I don't want him, and it's two different things from him doing this kind of thing."

"indeed."

Monica nodded in agreement.

"I have a solution."

Phoebe raised her hand suddenly.

"any solution?"

Rachel and Monica shouted in unison.

"You can go after Minty, make her betray him, and then dump her, and get revenge on both of them."

Phoebe laughed.

"..."

Rachel said speechlessly: "Are you serious? I'm not Lace!"

"you sure?"

Phoebe tilted her head and smiled.

"Yeah, are you sure?"

Chandler echoed the ridicule: "Anyone who knows your reputation knows that you have this strength~"

"Phoebe!"

Monica gave her a glare, not wanting her to tell the story of her college classmate Melissa, because that would involve Luke, and in the most ambiguous way.

"Ok."

Phoebe shrugged and said, "I just think you are so beautiful, no matter who you are, you can take it."

"Thank you."

When Rachel heard the compliment, her complexion improved a lot.

After talking for a while, the night was dark, and Chandler, Joey, and Phoebe all left.

"Monica, go to sleep and leave me alone."

Rachel was lying on the bay window of the balcony, watching the peaceful moonlight, and was dazed for a while, seeing Monica still lying on the sofa, she was moved and said.

"I don't care about you."

Monica smiled wryly.

"You can't sleep either?"

Rachel wondered: "Is it because of Luke?"

"It's because of you!"

Monica complained.

"I?"

Rachel asked with a guilty conscience, "What does it have to do with me?"

"I have broken up with Luke. To be precise, I dumped him. I have made up my mind to ignore him and cut off all contact with him."

Monica said irritably, "But because of your arrival, I got in touch with him again. If this matter is not handled properly, how can I sleep?"

"I don't know."

Rachel thought and thought, but still didn't quite understand.

The reason why she was guilty was because she did have thoughts about Luke before, thinking that Monica was referring to this, but now it seems that she is not referring to this matter.

"Remember when we reunited in the downstairs bar a year ago?"

Monica looked at her angrily: "You show me your heart of the ocean, and I show you Luke?"

"of course I remember."

Rachel complained: "I will never forget it in my life~"

"That was the time, after you left, I made a bet with him."

Monica was extremely regretful: "I bet I'll never see you again."

"Monica~!"

Rachel dragged her voice and shouted in shock and dissatisfaction.

"Oh please!"

Monica ignored this expression at all, and broke it down: "You never contacted me once you entered college, and you didn't even notify me of such important events as engagement and marriage. Is there anything wrong with my bet?"

"..."

Rachel was at a loss for words.

"I thought I was going to win!"

Monica gritted her teeth: "Just like the bet I made with him before, the chances of winning are sure, but who knows that I lost, this is a hell! Luke is that ghost!"

"What are you betting on?"

Rachel asked curiously.

Monica didn't answer.

"Oh~"

Rachel is also an old Siji, and she immediately understood this expression, and smiled knowingly: "What's the matter, after we broke up, I still care about betting or not."

"A bet is a bet."

Monica doesn't want to admit that she has obsessive-compulsive disorder, so she can only talk about credit problems.

"Then just pay the bet."

Rachel smiled ambiguously, "Didn't Phoebe talk about a ceremony just now, so I took this as a breakup ceremony."

"You do not understand."

Monica shook her head.

"I don't understand anything."

Rachel said disapprovingly, "Isn't it just because you're afraid of getting in touch again that you don't want to break up with him? If you have this mentality, then no matter whether there is such a thing or not, you will rekindle your old relationship with him."

"Really?"

Monica was a little relieved.

"You know the answer best yourself."

Rachel complained: "But you also have to think about it, whether you can live this kind of life, just look at me and Barry."

"Luke is not Barry!"

Monica retorted subconsciously.

"Yeah, he's much more handsome than Barry."

Rachel nodded: "Charm is not on the same level, the temptation we receive every day is not on the same level, and what we should worry about is not on the same level."

"..."

Monica was speechless for a moment.

The apartment fell silent again.

Rachel withdrew her gaze, lay on the bay window again and looked at the moonlight, feeling melancholy about her past.

On the other hand, Monica's expression changed and she clenched her fists.

This night, no one fell asleep.

next night.

"Do it?"

Six old friends gathered together, and Rachel hesitated as she looked at each of them bewitchingly.

"Only by cutting these can you truly live."

Monica reminded: "Otherwise you will always be your father's little girl."

"You don't want to be me."

Chandler shrugged to himself.

"But they are innocent."

Rachel took the scissors, looked at the row of credit cards on the table, and said reluctantly.

"Cut it off!"

Ross clapped and booed.

"Cut it off!"

"Cut it off!"

Everyone started booing.

"Do you want to say goodbye to the past?"

Monica urged.

"But that's all I have."

Rachel looked at the crowd pitifully.

"No!"

Monica put her arms around her: "You are your everything!"

"If you don't cut it now, you will burn it later."

Phoebe reminded.

"Then burn it later, I really can't bear to do it."

Rachel immediately threw the scissors away.

This series of credit cards represents the life of the rich lady she buys, buys, buys. Except for her father's threat to her, which makes her unhappy, and the betrayal of Barry and Mindy makes her angry, she actually enjoys this kind of life very much. How can she have the perseverance to cut it? drop them.

"What ceremony?"

Ross was puzzled.

"Farewell to the rituals of the past."

Monica explained casually.

"It's too much of a fuss."

Joey shook his head and laughed: "It's completely unnecessary. Besides, there must be a lot of good things in it. It's a pity to burn them."

"Yes."

Rose's nature broke out, and he nodded in agreement: "You see Carol and I are like this, and I still don't want to throw away the things she gave me."

"Unless you want to murder, of course you dare not throw away what she gave you."

Chandler sneered.

"..."

Rose was at a loss for words.

Emmm.

That's right!

By now he already knew that Carol was pregnant with his child.

After a year of stalemate, before the final divorce, he was about to become the father of a child.

"Children are not things!"

Ross countered.

"No one knows better than I do."

Chandler laughed at himself: "After all, this child will have two mothers at birth, and grow up under the care of two mothers. Does it sound familiar?"

"My child is not you!"

Ross complained: "He has a dad!"

"you sure?"

Chandler sneered: "Maybe one day he will become a mother of three."

"Okay, you can go, we are going to hold a ceremony."

Phoebe shoos the boys away.

"Would you like to let Rose stay and feel it in advance..."

Chandler laughed again, but was pushed away by Ross before finishing his sentence.

"Really want to start?"

After closing the door, Rachel hesitated.

"Of course, I went to my collection to get all the trash cans that I used to burn on the streets."

Phoebe slapped the bucket and laughed.

"burn!"

Monica looked at the trash can, her eyes fixed.

"awesome."

Phoebe clapped her hands happily: "Now watch me act and listen to my command."

Then she began to start the ceremony in a decent way: "...we also need sage and sacramento."

"All I have is oregano and fresca."

Monica said.

"That's fine too."

Phoebe was not picky at all, and after taking it from Monica, she poured it into the burning iron bucket.

What matters is not the process, but the result.

"and then?"

Looking at the rising flames, both Rachel and Monica felt a sense of mystery and inner taste, and began to actively participate in it.

"Then we need CMEN of men with real integrity."

Phoebe read the spell note she got from who knows where, and said seriously.

"..."

Rachel and Monica were stunned and looked at each other, and the sense of mystery disappeared instantly.

"Are you sure it's CMEN?"

Rachel was speechless.

"Are you sure you're not the X-Men?"

Monica groaned.

"I'm sure it's CMEN, and I need honest men."

Phoebe took another look at the note and nodded vigorously.

"Heh cough."

Rachel was dumbfounded: "Phoebe, you know if we had this thing, we wouldn't have to do this ritual at all."

"Sure enough, it's all fake."

Monica said dejectedly: "There are no truly upright men in this world, so trying to use this spell to reverse the cycle of our bad luck of encountering bad men and finding good men is simply a joke."

"That's right."

Phoebe tilted her head, and suddenly felt that this was indeed the logic.

"Or we'll just start throwing things away."

Monica prepares to take over the ceremony.

Anyway, the ceremony has begun, let it end naturally.

"what!"

Phoebe was about to agree, when suddenly her eyes lit up: "Wait a minute, I know where to find this honest man."

With that said, he got up, picked up the phone and dialed out.

"Don't tell me you're looking for Luke."

Monica rolled her eyes and said, "I know you have him in your heart, but don't go too far."

"It's not Luke, it's my cousin Matthew!"

Phoebe explained something, and the phone was connected at this time, and immediately said to Matthew on the other end without thinking: "Cousin, I need you..."

On the other end of the phone, in the dormitory of Columbia University, Matthew, who was enjoying the afterthought with his girlfriend Lily, connected the phone. When he heard what his cousin said, he was taken aback for a moment, then his hair stood on end, and he stared wide-eyed at the Girlfriend Lily.

At this time, she was no longer the devilish gaze after the event, but the fierce gaze that forced her anger to eat people, and shouted word by word: "Bold, bitch!"

"My dear, listen to me, this is a misunderstanding."

Matthew immediately apologized and laughed, swearing all the time.

"Ah oh."

Listening to the useless conversation over there, Phoebe also felt that she was sorry for her cousin. Listening to the blind tone, she stuck out her tongue: "Don't worry about those details, let's burn it quickly."

"Barry's letter, Adam's underwear..."

Rachel threw it in one by one, but she was reluctant to throw the credit card.

Phoebe also threw some weird things in it, then unscrewed a bottle of wine and poured it directly into it.

"Phoebe, that's pure wine..."

Monica was taken aback, and hurriedly reminded her to interrupt.

But Phoebe's hand was too fast, and she had already fallen into it.

Add wine to the fire, and the flame explodes directly.

"Ah oh."

The three of them fell backward in fright, and the culprit, Phoebe, stuck out her tongue apologetically.

The fire was so intense that it set off the smoke alarms.

"Are you all right?"

After a while, fireman Luke rushed in first.

"Someone has something to do~"

Monica stared at Phoebe fiercely, and said something in her words.

She would be a fool if she didn't know what Phoebe was up to by this point.

"It's best to be fine."

Luke took a glance, and immediately understood what happened. He glanced at the eldest sister's head gratefully, and then looked at Monica with concern.

Monica snorted coldly and turned her head away from Luke.

"Luke, you're going too fast."

At this time, the sound of firefighters panting came from outside.

(End of this chapter)