"You're welcome, just treat it as your own home."

Sumner dropped his black blazer on the couch and said nonchalantly, "My former colleagues often come to my house for drinks. ”

"I'll tell you, I'm a top-notch bartender."

"Tonight, you're in good luck."

"Are you sure?" The house was well heated, and Ethan relaxed.

"Pretty sure."

Sumner expertly tossed the flask, "What do you want to have?" ”

Putting half a bottle of whiskey on the small bar, Ethan thought for a moment, and the corners of his mouth turned up:

"A glass of vodka martini."

"Shake well, don't stir."

"Okay."

The flask spun around a few times in mid-air before being caught by Sumner: "Coming soon, Mr. Bond." ”

Looking at her skillful movements, Ethan raised an eyebrow:

"Why, do you like to watch it too?"

"Of course." Sumner shook the flask, his chest trembling, "Which one do you like best?" ”

Watching the liquor slowly pour into the cocktail glass, Ethan smiled and picked it up:

"Thank you."

"My favorite should be the Black Sun Crisis."

"That's pretty much what I guessed." Sumner poured himself a glass of vodka martini: "Sophie Marceau? ”

"Sophie Marceau!"

Ethan nodded heavily and put the wine glass down, "It tastes good." ”

"Thank you."

Sumner buttoned his hair in a ring, and his long black hair fell down like a waterfall: "I have this video disc at home." ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and invariably picked up a few bottles of wine and walked to the sofa next to them.

As the movie plays, the Sumner mixes cocktails cup after glass.

Ethan's snort became heavy as he saw Sophie Marceau sitting on top of Bond, twisting the mechanism of the execution chair.

This kind of sex appeal has a bit of evil in it, and it's so charming.

Sumner, who was next to him, swallowed his saliva and got up to put down the shaker.

Before she knew it, she had drunk a lot of cocktails, and for a moment she was drunk, and her steps became messy.

Seeing that her figure was unstable, Ethan hurriedly reached out to support her.

Sumner lost his footing and fell back.

The plump buttocks fell on Ethan's body, and she immediately took a deep breath.

On the TV screen, the execution chair is under the control of Sophie Marceau, and the steel pipe slowly pushes out against Bond's neck.

She bit her lip hard, and although it was not in a different position, she could feel the sensation.

Ethan sank into a soft mass, his head buzzing open.

As the movie continues, Bond is tortured by the execution chair to the point that his face is so red that he doesn't even dare to make a big movement to breathe.

Infected by this tense image, Sumner couldn't help but grind his body.

"Ah~"

With a soft cry, Ethan flipped her onto the couch.

"Don't."

Seeing Ethan's aggressive gaze, Sumner shook his head in a panic: "It's not right for us to do this. ”

"Nothing in the world is right."

Ethan replied, grabbed her shirt, and tugged hard.

The buttons burst into flames, revealing the black lace inside.

The TV screen shifts, bursting gunshots rang out, and Mr. Bond engaged in a fierce battle.

"Jingle bells."

A phone rang, waking Ethan, who was dazed.

He turned around impatiently and put his hand on the plump part.

The palm of his hand subconsciously pinched, and then opened his eyes.

The woman next to her also slowly opened her eyes, and the two looked at each other.

Memories are churning quickly, and both of them are recalling the events of last night.

Without the effect of alcohol, it looks a little embarrassing.

"Hey."

Ethan greeted with a smile, "Good morning." ”

"Shh

Sumner came to his senses and quickly silenced Ethan.

She quickly picked up her phone and said lazily:

"Honey, what's wrong?"

"Before I went to work, I came to see how you were doing, and I bought you my favorite croissant."

The voice on the other side of the phone continued to ring, and said softly:

"Open the door, I'll be on the third floor in a moment."

"Wait a minute."

Sumner's head turned wildly: "I'm taking a shower, I'll be fine right away, let's not talk about it for now." ”

"Okay."

The phone hung up and the room became quiet.

"Bang."

Ethan bounced up from the bed like an electric shock and quickly picked up the clothes that were thrown on the ground: "Waltfa, do you have a boyfriend?" ”

"What now?"

"Who told you to drink so much?" Sumner didn't care about the big leak, she lifted the quilt, revealing her plump body.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a knock on the door: "Baby, I'm here, hurry up." ”

"Shet."

Ethan cursed and quickly put on his clothes.

Sumner had already run to the bathroom to turn on the shower, then quickly returned to make the bed and shoved the torn clothes under the mattress.

Opening the closet, Ethan was trying to get inside.

"Not there."

Sumner shook his head quickly: "Every time he comes over, he has to tidy up his appearance in the dressing mirror here." ”

"And where should I go?"

Ethan sprang down quickly, there wasn't enough space under the bed.

"Outside."

Sumner had an idea, and reached out to the window next to him.

"Don't even think about it." Ethan hurriedly refused, his eyes firm: "This is the third floor!" ”

"There's no time."

Sumner whispered excitedly, "I'm going to clean up the living room." ”

Seeing her frantic look, Ethan had no choice but to walk to the window and look out.

It's not very high, and it's definitely okay to break your leg.

Now I have no choice but to roll over and climb out of the window.

As soon as he stepped on the edge of the window, Sumner immediately closed the window.

A cold wind blew, and snowflakes crashed on me.

Ethan looked down, and stood in his current position, as if his height had suddenly risen a lot.

He froze and pressed against the wall.

There are cars coming and going, and people run by from time to time, and staying here is not a way, and if someone finds out, it will be over.

Looking at the exterior wall water pipes on the side, it was still about 1.5 meters away from the edge of the window.

Moving slowly over the window, which was only a palm's width, his boots trampling the snow off.

Judging the distance, he no longer hesitated.

Jumping up, there was a soft sound, and his hands were holding on to the water pipe.

"Mommy."

At this moment, a mother and daughter walked by the alley.

The little girl noticed this scene and excitedly shouted, "Look, Spider-Man." ”

"Let's go!"

The child's mother saw the disheveled appearance of the man above and immediately understood what was going on.

She remembered something, smiled, and walked away quickly.

This little episode stopped Ethan's movements.

After the two of them left, they hurriedly used their hands and feet together, and quickly slid on the water pipe.

"Bang."

After a muffled sound, it fell steadily to the ground.

Looking up, there was nothing unusual, he hurriedly tidied up his clothes and left quickly.

Sitting back in the car, Ethan immediately lit a cigarette.

This thing was more exciting than a shootout, and he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Buzz."

The phone vibrated violently, startling him.

Seeing the caller number, Ethan bit his cigarette and pressed answer.

"Where are you?"

Sumner's hurried voice rang out, with a hint of surprise.

"In the car."

Ethan was succinct and to the point.

"How did you do that?" Sumner stuck his head out of the window and looked at the water pipe next to him in surprise:

"Forget it, no matter what."

"He's in a hurry, he's gone, that's all."

Beep, the phone hangs up.

At this moment, at the gate of the apartment building, a middle-aged man in a gray cashmere coat walked out quickly.

Ethan hurriedly shrank his body and looked over weakly.

The man answered the phone, hurried across the street, got into a black Ford and quickly left.

(End of chapter)