My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 148
Seeing Ethan provoking him like this, Evan the glasses man gritted his teeth and turned his head to the other side.

When Francine let go, she kneaded Ethan's abdominal muscles a few times without any trace, and even winked at Ethan.

Is this being molested?Ethan was dumbfounded.

When she was done, she took out a leaf from her pocket.

"As a thank you, I'll give you a good thing. This is a good thing."

Dahlia burst out laughing when she saw Francine's actions.

"Thank you, I don't need it anymore."

Ethan shook his head and refused, pushed Francine's hand away, and walked forward with his arms around Dalia who was still chuckling.

Francine shrugged, lit the leaves in her hand, and a puff of smoke came out from her delicate red lips.

She bit a hand-rolled cigarette, opened the car door, picked up a bottle of brandy and returned to Evan, and the two sat on the hood of the white station wagon together.

Francine raised the bottle and shouted to the few people walking forward:

"Guys, Evan and I are here waiting for your good news."

Carly, who was wearing a blue vest, flicked her ponytail and turned around, "Are you sure you don't want to go together?"

"You see, those two people have wine and leaves, do they seem willing to leave?"

Scott, the curly-haired man, unbuttoned a button on his short-sleeved shirt, put his hands together, and shouted behind him:

"See you later, smoke slowly, you two don't get too excited."

Francine handed the leaf to Evan, and then said loudly to the few people who were gradually going away:

"Okay, have a nice hike."

"I thought you would confiscate her things." Dahlia took off her peaked cap with a smile, and took the bottle from Ethan.

"I'm a civilian now."

Ethan replied casually, it is common for Laomei to fly leaves now, and some states are even discussing whether to open the leaf ban.

If he met him in Banshee Town, he definitely couldn't sit idly by, but now that he was on vacation and he was not in his own jurisdiction, he had the right to not see her.

At this time, the three people walking behind quickened their pace and came up.

Carly was the first to ask, "Your name is Ethan, right? Looking at the things in your car, are you also going camping?"

Ethan nodded, "That's right, it's just that there was a traffic jam on the highway, so we took a detour."

Carly kicked the fallen leaves away with brisk steps, "We, too, came here after asking for directions at a gas station."

"Could it be an old man with a straw hat in the gas station?" Dahlia answered in surprise.

"Yes, then we should have walked off the highway one after the other." The curly-haired man Scott and Ethan shook hands and asked curiously:

"Are you a couple?"

Dalia took a few sips of wine, screwed on the bottle cap, handed the bottle to Ethan, and said with a smile:

"No, we're just friends."

Ethan put the whiskey back into his backpack, and he looked at the girl who had been silent all this time.

"Are you Jesse?"

The girl in jeans and a white tank top nodded.

Ethan tightened his backpack and asked, "Then we are really destined today, where did you come from?"

Before Jesse could speak, Carly on the other side answered first:

"We are students of the Philadelphia Academy of Art, and we planned to go out for two days on the weekend. We did not expect to encounter such a thing."

Jesse smiled at Ethan, and the movements of his feet were unhurried.

Two girls, one is quiet and the other is lively and cheerful.

And Scott, the curly-haired man, started talking to Dahlia after hearing Dahlia say that they were not a couple.

A mature woman like Dahlia is still very attractive to students who are still in school.

Jesse could tell from the small actions of the two of them that the relationship between Ethan and Dahlia should be more than just friends.

Afraid of annoying Ethan, she quietly kicked Scott before he calmed down.

Half an hour after Ethan and the others left, Francine and Evan sat on the hood with their backs against the front windshield, looking lightly at the leaves above their heads.

The wine bottle at hand was one-third empty, and a few cigarette butts from hand-rolled cigarettes were thrown on the ground.

"Are you feeling better now?"

Francine turned her head to the side and looked at Evan with blurred eyes.

After taking a deep breath on the cigarette butt in his hand, Evan pinched it out on the car body.

"It's okay, that barbarian almost broke my hand."

Francine scratched her short red hair and laughed, "Actually, that person looks good, and his muscles are also very strong."

"What are you talking about?" Evan picked up the bottle and took a sip dissatisfied.

"Feel sorry."

"These leaves are good stuff, aren't they?" Francine noticed her boyfriend's mood and reached out to take off his glasses.

Evan nodded quickly, "It's pretty good, where did you get it?"

The corner of Francine's mouth raised, and he said with a chuckle, "I found it in my dad's study. He hid a pile of leaf tobacco behind the easel."

"This can be found by you." Amy gave a thumbs up.

Francine put her hands on the hood and jumped down from it. She looked around and waited for more than half an hour. Not to mention the car, there was no one there.

She pursed her lips and looked at Evan, and she tore off the polo shirt that could cover it.

Evan quickly picked up the glasses that were set aside, and within a short while, Francine got rid of all the restraints on her body.

The sunlight shines on her body through the gaps in the leaves, revealing every detail.

Francie bit her nails and said, "Are you going to keep watching like this?"

As soon as the words fell, Evan jumped out of the car and set her up.

He smiled at Francine and put his head down.

Francine was lying on the hood, watching the white clouds drifting by in the sky, holding tightly to the wiper next to her.

Ten minutes later, Francine was lying in Dalia's SUV, rummaging through the contents in the back seat.

"Honey, I'm exhausted, what are you doing?" Evan's weak voice came from the white station wagon.

Francine rolled her eyes, then put an energy bar in her mouth, chewed and said:

"I'm looking at what can be used here, do you want to eat?"

"You bring me some."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Francine tossed her short red hair as she saw a small case behind the suitcase.

Driven by curiosity, she opened the small box, and inside the box were neatly placed two large bottles of lubricating oil and a set of irrigation tools.

Francine smiled knowingly and closed the box.

She randomly picked up a few bags of bread and energy bars, then hopped out of the Chevrolet SUV.

"Evan, here I come."

Francie walked to her white station wagon with her things and stopped.

The person who was lying on it just now was so exhausted that he was nowhere to be seen.

She put down the things in her hands suspiciously, looked around, and only heard the rushing sound of the leaves being blown by the mountain wind.

"Evan."

She walked to the side road and yelled. The voice echoed in the woods, but there was still no response.

The silent woods made her look panicked, and she looked around.

"This is not the time to joke, Evan, where are you?"

(End of this chapter)