"Come on!"

Ethan picked up his glass and thought for a moment, "Nice to meet you." ”

"A lot of people say that."

Taylor forced a smile and took a sip of whiskey.

"I didn't expect you to be so famous." Ethan pointed to the TV and put the empty cup down.

"You really don't know me?"

Taylor choked, patted his chest and said, "You don't usually have any entertainment?" ”

"Absolutely!" Ethan shrugged his shoulders and said, "I usually like to go to striptease, will your song be played in strip clubs?" ”

"Maybe I've heard it, but I didn't know it was your music."

"Forget it, you haven't heard of it."

Taylor's eyes twitched, she never thought her concert would be linked to a strip club.

She took another sip of whiskey and continued:

"By the way, where are you from?"

The other party is the person who will protect him in the next three days, and now he only knows his surname, and outsiders will not believe it when they hear it.

Personal bodyguards and personal assistants are the closest of them, the last line of defense, and it is important to get to know each other better.

But these things, Ethan is not clear.

He only thinks of himself as a passer-by, chatting with strangers.

"The Cornerstone State."

He pressed the remote control and switched the channel: "Pennsylvania." ”

"Really?"

Taylor's voice became surprised, and a little amused.

"There doesn't seem to be any need to deceive you." Ethan looked at Taylor, "Do you have any friends who know Pennsylvania?" ”

It stands to reason that this should be the case, otherwise how could there be such a reaction.

"Well, it looks like you really don't know me."

Taylor leaned back on the couch in frustration: "I grew up in Pennsylvania. ”

"Don't do that, don't I know you now?" I really didn't expect this, Ethan stretched out his hand and said with a smile:

"Reacquaint, I'm Ethan Morgan."

"Chicago Police Department, plainclothes detective of the 21st Precinct Intelligence Unit."

"You're right, we know each other now."

Taylor looked at the clean and slender fingers in front of him, and put his hand on it as well: "Taylor Swift, singer." ”

The palms of the two shook slightly, then let go, and Taylor shook the short blonde hair: "Or your position sounds a little domineering." ”

"It's okay, more people know about you."

Ethan replied to her, and the two looked at each other and smiled, becoming more familiar.

Looking at the silver glittering pistol on the table, Taylor asked curiously, "Is this your matching gun?" ”

"That's right."

Glancing at the python, Ethan nodded.

"How is it different from someone else's gun?" Taylor gestured to shoot while narrowing one eye: "I see that other people's guns are all black, not handsome at all." ”

The action is a little cute, like a little girl.

"It's optional." Ethan took out a cigarette, and after asking the other party for permission, he bit the cigarette butt and lit it, and said lightly:

"It's okay to be able to kill, it doesn't matter if you're handsome or not."

"Meaning you've ever killed someone?"

Taylor hugged the pillow tightly and took a careful sip of whiskey.

She was well protected from childhood to adulthood.

In terms of career, it was smooth sailing, and there were no setbacks.

Although I have experienced the scene of being DISS in public, it is a trivial matter compared to what is being discussed now.

"Aren't your security personnel?"

Ethan flicked the ash of his cigarette and asked rhetorically.

"I'm the boss and they're the employees." Taylor shrugged, "They're not going to talk to me about these things. ”

Her eyes lit up: "You didn't deny it. ”

"That's it, can you say, what does that feel like?"

"Also, what happened?"

"Aren't you a star?" Ethan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why is it so gossipy?" ”

"Whoever tells you that celebrities can't gossip."

A voice sounded from behind, and Belliss walked out with a cup: "You two guys, don't call me when you drink." ”

"What are you talking about, what are you gossiping?"

"I'm asking Mr. Morgan what happened when he killed someone?" Taylor still didn't give up the thought, and continued to ask: "Please, come and listen, we won't say it." ”

Not only her, but Belice also sat down quickly, and the eyes of both of them were full of curiosity.

For them, Ethan's profession is also full of mystery.

A young police detective, there must have been something quite interesting going on with him.

This thing is much more exciting than watching a horror movie.

"First of all, I don't know which one you want to know specifically."

Ethan snuffed out the cigarette butt, grabbed the python and strode away: "Secondly, it's getting late, you should rest." ”

He didn't say anything at all, and stretched out and walked into the small room near the front door.

"Bang."

Looking at the closed door, the two people in the living room looked at each other.

"He's killed more than one person."

Taylor swallowed and said in certainty.

"And he's very tugging." Belice bit her lip and said, "But he's really handsome." ”

"So ~~~"

Taylor stretched his accent and winked at his sister, "Don't you have his number?" ”

"Forget it." Belice took a big sip of whiskey:

"It's too domineering, I don't like that."

"What about you?" She in turn asked Taylor, "This is a police detective, aren't you interested?" ”

"Shut up, drink the bar!"

Taylor glanced at the closed door and raised his glass.

The next day, Ethan woke up early.

Looking at the small room, he blinked and rolled over and got up, it was only five o'clock in the morning, and the sky was gray.

Outside the door, there was already a commotion.

After washing, he opened the door.

"Breakfast is ready." Bellis sat on the sofa and said in a depressed voice: "I asked the hotel people to prepare a set of clothes for you, you can change it!" ”

"The size should be fine, trust my eyes."

In the place of the doorknob, hung a whole black suit, shirt and the like.

"Thank you."

Ethan had also planned to go home and change his clothes.

It would have been uncomfortable not to change his clothes for a day, not to mention that he was still wearing jeans and the bloody T-shirt from yesterday, which looked too unprofessional in terms of what he was wearing.

Pick up your clothes and go back to your room to take a shower and change.

Belis's eyes are extremely vicious, and the whole outfit is very suitable and does not affect her movements.

It's not high-end, but it's not bad either.

There was also a pair of sunglasses hanging inside, and I put it on for a while, and then put it away.

Throw your changed clothes in the trash and walk out of the room.

In the living room, there is no one in sight.

In the restaurant next to him, there was a voice of talking, and he put one hand in his pocket and walked over.

"Phew!"

The fork in Chloe's hand fell off and hit the plate with a crisp sound.

Seeing her mouth wide open, Taylor and Belise looked back at Chloe's gaze, also looking surprised.

(End of chapter)