My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

New York is not far from Banshee Town. Ethan packed up his things after get off work, got into the Dodge Challenger and started the journey.

After night fell, he came to this largest international city.

From a distance you can see this brightly lit city that never sleeps, also known as the Big Apple.

There are many high-rise buildings and traffic, making it a bustling scene.

Likewise, behind prosperity there are also endless evils.

Looking at the fashionably dressed men and women on the street, Ethan glanced at the canvas shoes and jeans he was wearing. White shirt, smiled and shook his head.

No wonder Jiabo kept saying that Banshee Town is a rural place that smells like cow dung.

After half an hour of weaving through traffic, we finally arrived at a secluded neighborhood.

Fortunately, there were no homeless people on the streets here. When he got out of the car, he saw a police car passing by. Otherwise, Ethan highly doubted that his car would have disappeared the next day.

After closing the car door, Ethan dialed Jabber's phone number.

After a few rings, the phone hung up.

As he was dialing out again, Jia Bo's voice came over his head.

"Hey, up there, over here."

He quickly looked up. Jia Bo leaned out of a window on the fifth floor and waved to him.

Ethan spread his hands and said, "Where do I go up?"

Jiabo pointed to the side and shouted:

"Go around to the front door of the building and take the elevator. If you're too stupid to find the front door, you can fly up."

As soon as he finished speaking, he closed the window.

Ethan had no choice but to lock the car and arrived at the fifth floor in a short time.

After looking at the room number, he knocked on the door several times, and soon there was movement inside. One, two, three times, Jiabo opened the lock three times before opening the door.

"Did I say that's the problem for you?"

Ethan bumped fists with him and walked into the house.

Jiabo closed a few more door locks and said, "Sit down wherever you want. You don't understand. It's never wrong to be careful."

Ethan actually knew that Jiabo's financial situation was pretty good, but he didn't expect that his residence was so exaggerated.

It’s ridiculously simple, with almost no decoration.

There are several bean bag sofas in the living room, surrounding the glass table in the middle, and a strange-looking Arabic hookah placed above the glass table.

The inside of the apartment was just a rough look, with a cement floor and a wine cabinet and refrigerator placed against the wall.

Jiabo opened the refrigerator and threw a bottle of mineral water to him.

"How many days do you plan to stay?"

"I don't know yet, it will take about 2-3 days."

Ethan didn’t tell Jiabo specifically what he was here for, anyway, it would depend on the situation.

"Okay, then you can live here with me."

Jia Bo opened a door and found a brand new mattress and two quilts on the floor.

"I bought these all today. You can use them as you please. The same goes for my room."

"Thank you." Ethan raised the water bottle.

"Fayou, of course you have to thank me. Don't forget that the first time I stayed overnight at your house, I slept on the floor with Candy."

Jia Bo crossed his arms and looked like I am entertaining you seriously.

Ethan chuckled, returned to the living room, threw his body into a blue bean bag sofa, and said to Jabber:

"Although I want to be polite, I have to say that your place is really hard to describe."

Jia Bo also found a beanbag sofa to sit down on and said nonchalantly:

"I rent more than a dozen places in New York, and I change places every week. Guess how much it will cost if I decorate all the places?"

"By the way, I have a rule here."

As he spoke, Jiabo played with the Arabic hookah in front of him.

"You said it." Ethan said nonchalantly.

"Don't comment on my personal life. Forget it, you are a bastard anyway. Maybe you are even messier than me."

After a while, he took several puffs, and smoke with a mixed fruit aroma came out.

"Fayou, I'm very pure, okay? I don't even have a girlfriend." This was slander, and Ethan said he couldn't bear it.

"Really? How does your mayor's wife taste?"

After taking a few puffs, he raised his head and motioned for Ethan to pick up the pipe.

"She is just a friend. Our relationship is very pure." Ethan lay still.

"Yes, I believe you, and I also believe that Clinton and his female secretary are innocent." Jaber exhaled a puff of smoke and continued:

"Don't worry, I won't touch those things."

Jabber nodded his head with the pipe, "It's smarter than all of you put together."

Being looked down upon for his intelligence, Ethan has become accustomed to his complaints.

Ethan stood up and took the disposable cigarette holder placed in the box on the table. After removing the plastic packaging, he put it on a red pipe and took a deep breath.

A fruity scent hits your heart, and when you spray it hard, the room is filled with smoke.

"Do you have any plans for the evening?" Jiabo asked.

Ethan nodded, "Yes."

Jabber crossed his legs and asked, "What are the plans?"

Ethan shrugged his shoulders and said, "Waiting for your arrangements."

Jabber suddenly choked and said with twinkling eyes:

"It's been prepared for a long time. You should take a rest first. It's still early. In the evening, go to a club I often go to."

"Let me explain first that I have no objection to the rainbow flag, but if you dare to take me to a nightclub with a pure rainbow flag..." Ethan smiled with his teeth and cracked his knuckles.

Jia Bo shrank his neck and forced a smile: "How could it be possible? I'm not that kind of person. By the way, how about we go to another store where the girls are of higher quality."

Ethan then put down his hands and walked to the window with satisfaction to watch the night view of New York.

In the middle of the night, it is time for ordinary people to rest, but night owls are ready to take action.

Jabo changed into a seductive outfit, a black leather skirt, a white shirt, a sky-high wig and bright purple eye shadow. When he saw Ethan was still wearing the same outfit as during the day, he cursed.

"Fake, if you're dressed like this, stay away from me later."

"Please, we're not going to a catwalk, we're just having fun." Ethan put on a leather jacket nonchalantly.

"Style, do you understand? Style, can you study it?" Jia Bo said through gritted teeth.

"My face is all about style and style."

Ethan laughed loudly and walked out of the room first. Jabber slammed the door angrily to follow.

Because he was going out for fun, he didn't drive. Jiabo called a taxi and went straight to Brooklyn.

Ethan couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south at all, and watched the night scene outside constantly changing.

Not long after, we came to another remote neighborhood.

After getting out of the car, Ethan saw a long queue in front of him. He didn't know how many people were lining up here, waiting anxiously to enter.

He followed Jia Bo and walked along the team. Ethan was feasted on all kinds of beauties dressed in cool clothes.

"Fayou, you Bichi, stand in this damn queue." Many people provoked Jia Bo.

Jiabo didn't pay attention at all. He was as calm as if he were walking on a red carpet, enjoying the provocations of passers-by.