Seeing Ethan provoke him like this, the glasses man Evan gritted his teeth and tilted his head to the other side.

When Francine let go of his hand, he knealed Ethan's abs a few times without a trace, and threw a wink at Ethan.

Are you being molested? Ethan looked confused.

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

"As a thank you, for a good thing, this is a good thing."

Daria laughed out loud when she saw Francine's actions from the side.

"Thanks, I don't need it."

Ethan shook his head in refusal, pushed Francine's hand away, and walked forward with Daria, who was still chuckling.

Francine shrugged his shoulders and lit the leaf in his hand, his delicate red lips spewing out a plume of smoke.

She chewed her cigarette, opened the door, picked up a bottle of brandy and returned to Evan, and the two sat together on the hood of the white wagon.

Francine raised the bottle and shouted to the few people who walked forward:

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

Carly, who was wearing a blue tank top, flicked her ponytail and looked back, "Are you sure you don't go together?" ”

"Look at those two people with wine and leaves, as if they are willing to go?"

Scott, the curly-haired man, unbuttoned one of the buttons on his short-sleeved shirt, then folded his hands together and shouted behind him:

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

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

"Okay, happy hiking."

"I thought you'd take her stuff." Daria smiled and took off her cap and took the bottle Ethan handed her.

"I'm a civilian now."

Ethan replied to her casually, now it is commonplace for Lao Mei to fly leaves, and some states are even discussing whether to open the leaf ban.

If he encounters him in Banshee Town, he will definitely not be able to sit idly by, but now that he is on vacation, and he is not in his own jurisdiction, he should not be able to see it.

At this time, the three people who were walking behind quickened their pace and walked up.

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

Ethan nodded, "That's right, it's just that the highway is congested, so we went around." ”

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

"Could it be that there's an old man in a straw hat at the gas station?" Daria took over in surprise.

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

"Are you a couple?"

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

"No, we're just friends."

Ethan put the whiskey back in his backpack and looked at the girl who hadn't spoken.

"You're Jesse?"

The girl in jeans and white vest nodded.

Ethan tightened his backpack and asked, "Then we really have a fate today, where did you come from?" ”

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

"We were students at the Philadelphia Institute of the Arts, and we were going to go out for two days on the weekend, but we didn't expect this to happen."

Jesse smiled at Ethan, his feet moving unhurriedly.

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

And the curly-haired man, Scott, after hearing Daria say that they were not a couple, began to talk to her non-stop.

Daria, a mature woman, is still very attractive to students who are still in school.

Jesse could see from the small actions of the two of them that Ethan and Daria's relationship should be more than just friends.

She was afraid of annoying Ethan, so she quietly kicked Scott twice before he quieted down.

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

The bottle at hand was already a third empty, and the butts of a few hand-rolled cigarettes were thrown on the ground.

"Are you in a better mood now?"

Francine turned his head sideways, his eyes blurred at Evan.

Evan took a hard puff of the cigarette butt in his hand and snuffed it out on the body.

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

Francine grabbed his short red hair and laughed, "Actually, that guy is good-looking, and his muscles are very strong. ”

"What are you talking about?" Dissatisfied with Evan, he picked up the bottle and took a sip.

"I'm sorry."

"These leaves are a good color, aren't they?" Francine noticed her boyfriend's emotions and reached down to remove his glasses.

Evan nodded hurriedly, "It's pretty good, you got it there?" ”

The corners of Francine's mouth lifted and he smiled, "I found it in my dad's study, and he hid a bunch of leaf cigarettes behind an easel." ”

"It's all for you to find." Amy gave a thumbs up.

Francine held the hood with both hands 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.

She pursed her lips and looked at Evan, ripping the polo shirt that would cover it.

Evan quickly picked up the glasses that were placed aside, and in just a few moments, Francine was freed from all the restraints on his body.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves and shone down on her body.

Francie bit her nail and said, "Are you going to continue to look like this?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Evan jumped out of the car and lifted her up.

He smiled at Francine and buried his head down.

Francine lay on the hood, watching the white clouds drift by in the sky, his hand clutching the windshield wiper next to him.

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

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

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

"I'm looking for something to use here, do you want to eat?"

"Bring me some."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Francine flicked her short red hair, and she saw a small box behind her suitcase.

Driven by curiosity, she opened the small box, and inside the box were two large bottles of lube and a set of rinsing tools.

Francine smiled knowingly and closed the box.

She randomly picked up bags of bread and energy bars and jumped out of the Chevrolet SUV.

"Evan, I'm coming."

Francie walked over to his white station wagon with his things in his hand and stopped.

The person who was lying on it just now and was tired was nowhere to be seen.

Confused, she put down what she was holding and looked around, only to hear the rustling of the leaves in the mountain wind.

"Evan."

She walked to the side of the road and shouted, the voice echoing through the woods, but there was still no response.

The silence of the woods gave her a look of panic, and she looked left and right.

"This isn't the time for jokes, Evan, where are you?"

(End of chapter)