"Ding Dong~"

The doorbell rang sharply.

"Here we are."

Inside the room, there was a faint cry from Jabber.

Soon, the point of light approached.

"Click."

"Huh?"

The door opened, and Uncle was surprised by a red cockscomb: "Why are you back, it stands to reason that your time should not be so short, right?" ”

"Get out."

Ethan pushed him away angrily, lit a cigarette and walked in:

"How's it going?"

"Hahaha."

Jarber didn't answer, but laughed, "Shouldn't that woman have rejected you?" ”

"Whoa."

Raising his middle finger back, Ethan said angrily: "I'm a gentleman, a decent gentleman, understand?" ”

"Besides, how could I leave you behind and play outside by myself."

As soon as these words came out, Jaber glanced over.

The eyes are full of disdain.

"The previous sentence you said." He also raised his middle finger: "I don't believe in even a single punctuation mark." ”

"But the latter sentence touched me very much."

"Say it."

Ethan came to the living room with a cigarette in his mouth, and a laptop was on the table: "What did you find?" ”

Sit down on the couch and reach for the computer.

Brand new, brand new, at first glance, it was just bought short, and in the trash can next to it, there was still a film and packaging box.

On the screen, there are several pop-up windows.

The dazzling amount of data falls like a waterfall on it.

"Smack."

Jaber slapped the other man's hand away and threw himself on the couch as well.

He rested his legs on the table and lit a cigarette comfortably:

"Don't touch my computer."

"Who knows what your hand just touched." Sweeping towards the broken knuckles, Jaber sighed again: "You're also a troublemaker, how long has it been, has it been half an hour?" ”

"Meet a bunch of thugs."

Ethan explained casually, and then looked at Garber steadily.

"Don't look at me like that."

Garber took a cigarette in his mouth and looked like a fool: "I'm good at my skills, but I'm not a special Jesus, so what can I do with this little time." ”

"Tomorrow morning, almost."

The words are not rough, even if it is him, he can't find the data out of thin air.

There's a lot of stuff involved in between.

He didn't bother to explain the specifics to Ethan, and he didn't understand.

“OK。”

Ethan flicked the ash of his cigarette and pouted, "Do you need to keep an eye here, or what?" ”

"I don't want to be here all night."

Mia's figure just now made him impetuous, and he urgently needed to find a place to be happy.

What's the use of making so much money and not squandering.

Stay on the body and can't lay eggs.

"Haha."

Jabber had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, his eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "Get your money ready, baby." ”

"You don't have to worry about the rest."

But as soon as the words fell, he looked at Ethan with disgust: "Please, I'm serious, can we change our clothes?" ”

"This is Los Angeles, dress better."

"That would make the ladies happier, don't you think?"

Ethan heard the latter sentence in his ears, and he made a gesture to Jarber, and simply extinguished the cigarette butt and got up to go back to the room.

Seeing this, Jia Bo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He also excitedly ran back to his room and began to dress up.

This word is not appropriate for ordinary men, but in Jaber's case, it seems very apt.

That's right, the two are here for the funeral.

But the life they should have to go on, which does not affect their mood to play.

In just a few minutes, Ethan walked out of the room.

His hair was combed and shiny, and he was dressed in a casual formal outfit, of course, because of the weather, a shirt with rolled up sleeves.

Sunglasses, on the head.

Patek Philippe, which shines brightly on the wrist.

Black leather shoes, shiny.

The whole person looks like a thug in a suit.

He dresses casually, not very formally, and is very stylish.

"Damn it."

After a while, Garber walked out dressed in style, and his eyes lit up when he saw Ethan: "That's what I said, you bastard should wear like this every day, and you will be fascinated by those blue pools." ”

Of course, this style is his own opinion.

In Ethan's opinion, this guy is dressed like a peacock.

"Patek Philippe?"

Jabber's gaze flickered to Ethan's wrist.

"Shet."

He scolded in a low voice, flew over and grabbed the other party's wrist: "I have been looking at this style for a long time, it is worth one and a half million dollars, and it is a work of art among works of art." ”

"Bastard, those Bichi are going to go weak when they see your watch."

"Do you like it?"

Ethan quickly untied his watch, hooked his fingers and shook it in front of Jabber: "Come on, that's yours." ”

The expression is smiling, and it seems that he doesn't care.

In terms of his friendship with Jabber, this watch is nothing at all.

Anyway, I brought two or three pieces with me.

Going out requires precise timing, well, not for pretending.

"Are you serious?"

Jabber opened his mouth wide and looked at Ethan in surprise.

This damn guy, how much money did he make, I haven't seen it for a while and become so angry.

"Don't forget it."

Ethan pouted and gestured back.

"Huh."

Jaber reached out with lightning and unceremoniously snatched the million-dollar watch.

At this time, you don't need to be polite.

If you miss it, you won't have it.

It's a bit distressing to let him buy it himself.

Just as Jaber was playing with the Patek Philippe in his hand, Ethan put his hand into his pocket and buckled a Rolex to his wrist under the stunned gaze of the other party.

Similarly, it is also a million-level watch.

"Shet."

This look made Uncle Garb grin.

Really sour.

"Let's go."

Ethan shook his watch with a smile and grabbed a handful of Jabber's bald head: "I'll give you the watch, but you have a treat tonight, or I'll snatch it back." ”

"No problem."

As soon as the sour energy passed, Garber suddenly smiled from ear to ear.

Compared with this watch of more than one million, it is a big deal to go to a nightclub and play tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of dollars, and I can only say that I have a great bargain.

The two bumped fists into each other and walked out of the doorway with their shoulders hooked.

The nightlife of Los Angeles is officially on.

The next day, in the morning.

"Buzz."

Vibrating the phone to wake Ethan up.

He yawned and pushed his thighs away from him.

The other hand rubbed together a few times, and then picked up the phone, it was eight o'clock in the morning, and the funeral would be held in an hour and a half.

"Bang bang."

With a flick of his palm, he slapped the bed three times in succession.

Hip waves, tumbling with applause.

Three UCLA female students were awakened one after another, opening their eyes in a daze, and throwing them messily on small vests on the ground, with the four big letters UCLA still printed on them.

"Girls."

This youthful body made Ethan fall in love: "I still have thirty-four minutes to go, who wants to have a good morning exercise?" ”

"I'm the first."

The blonde schoolgirl snorted and pounced like an octopus. (End of chapter)