Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 112 Two Like-minded Families
"Hey--"

The door slowly opened, and Rango's new neighbor across the street was standing outside the door with a piece of cherry pie and a bottle of red wine in his hands, smiling.

"Haha, welcome, you're a little late, buddy."

"This is our first time visiting your home, so of course we need more time to prepare."

Rango and John Smith laughed, high-fived, and hugged, then looked over at the guy's wife.

Jane Smith.

This woman looks somewhat similar to Laura from the mysterious island, but she has more feminine charm, especially her plump and attractive lips, which add a bit of charm.

"Oh, John didn't tell me that the married woman in his family was so attractive."

"Maybe he's worried that one day I'll be cruel enough to give him half of my fortune and then leave without a care in the world."

After Jane made a joke, she opened her arms and gave Rango a shallow hug.

"Gloria, come and meet our new neighbors. They come with gifts." Rango shouted behind him.

After a while, Gloria, who was busy in the kitchen, came out. Although she was only wearing casual home clothes, her beauty and figure could not be concealed even with simple dress, which made Mr. and Mrs. Smith's eyes light up and they were full of praise.

"You lucky bastard." John gently bumped Rango's shoulder, his tone full of envy.

Rango raised his eyebrows and jokingly said, "What can I say? I always attract high-quality women around me."

After some greetings, Rango led the guests into the house.

Jane said that she wanted to learn some cooking skills from Gloria, so she followed her to the kitchen to help, while Rango went to the living room to chat with John.

Something special happened at home tonight. Teddy and his summoned creatures went to join in the fun at the bar that was about to open.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the noise made by Rango and Gloria logging during the day disturbed them, so they all went out.

Anyway, they are the only two couples at home tonight.

"Shit, a Cohiba Premium cigar?" John Smith looked at the cigar thrown to him in surprise and said, "This is not something that an ordinary security guard can afford."

He trimmed the cigarette butt skillfully, smoked it carefully with a lighter, and then took a deep breath, feeling the rich aroma of tobacco lingering between his lips and teeth.

Looking around this villa full of classical charm, John became even more confused.

Just like he just said, when they first met in the afternoon, Rango actually told him that his job was the night security guard at the museum?
He now dared to bet ten thousand dollars that this kid was definitely lying!
Just look at the classical decoration in his villa. All the furniture is made of solid wood. Although I can't understand it, it is obvious that it looks like an antique oil painting, full of the style of old money from the last century.

Could this guy Rango be the illegitimate son of some oil tycoon?

Seeing the suspicion in John's eyes, Rango curled up a noncommittal smile. Although the murder house looked like an old three-story villa from the outside, the classical decoration inside did give people a feeling of low-key luxury.

After all, the first few owners of this house were all wealthy people at that time, so the decoration inside could not be bad.

"My identity as a security guard is genuine, but you are." Rango shook the Cohiba cigar in his hand, with a hint of amusement in his eyes. "You have thick calluses on your palms. I guess you are more than just a construction contractor."

John Smith waved his hands quickly and said with a casual smile: "Don't make assumptions, buddy. This can only prove that I like to practice shooting at the shooting range after work."

"OK, whatever you say."

At this moment, John's eyes involuntarily drifted to the kitchen, where bursts of laughter were coming from.

He asked curiously, "How long have you known Gloria? It seems like you have a good relationship."

"We used to be neighbors on the same block, riding the school bus together to and from school. I think we've known each other for more than ten years."

"Fuck, you've known each other for more than ten years but you're still not married?" John couldn't help but show a trace of envy when he heard this. "I wish I had been as rational as you. Listen, brother. This is the advice from someone who has been poisoned by marriage."

The guy leaned over and whispered, "Never! Never get married! Women will only devour your hobbies and wallet, and then give you a cold and stinky face!"

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Seeing his indignation, Rango said with a smile: "It can be seen that you have suffered a great injustice."

"Of course, do you know why we agreed to meet at six, but he didn't show up until almost seven?"

"uh-huh?"

John secretly glanced at the kitchen, and after confirming that everything was fine, he whispered, "She was nagging me to come early to leave a good impression on you, so I waited at the door at 5:30, but she still hadn't left when I waited until 6!"

"Ten minutes later, when I found Jane, she had just walked out of the shower room! And she looked at me strangely and asked, 'What do you want to talk to me about?'"

“I know you, man.” Rango pointed at him with deep sympathy, “Because I’ve experienced this kind of bullshit more than once.”

"Right? So I looked this woman in the eyes and I said."

John turned his head and glanced at the kitchen carefully again. Rango also looked over there. After finding that there was nothing wrong with them, John cursed in a lower voice than before: "Bi-chi! You said you would arrive early, so you should have arrived early!"

Rango looked at him in surprise, then asked seriously, "Are you sure you said that?"

"Tsk, what else?" John glanced at the kitchen again, then winked and said, "I said it myself, Bi-chi~"

"OK." Rango looked at him deeply, then bit his cigar and winked at him, "Let's go to a deserted place."

A few minutes later, in the cellar.

"Why beat around the bush? Can't you just say what you want to say?" "Yes, just say it directly. If you have something to say, just fart!"

Rango, who had been calm before, was also angry at this time: "Just like last time, we were going out to eat together."

"I asked her 'Which restaurant do you want to go to?' She said 'You decide.'"

"OK!" John Smith immediately agreed: "I have guessed the ending."

"Yes, just as you thought!"

Rango clapped his hands and said speechlessly: "I first mentioned the Modena Italian restaurant, and she said she didn't want to eat there. Then I suggested Chinese food, and she shook her head and hesitated. John, believe me, I mentioned seven restaurants in a row, but she was not satisfied with any of them!"

"Walter? That's crazy man."

"I said Peruvian Center last, and you want to know why, because I knew from the beginning that this was the place she wanted to go!"

"That's right, man! This is her purpose!" John Smith nodded in agreement, with helplessness written all over his face.

"Then guess what she said?" Rango took a deep breath and widened his eyes and said unhappily, "She shrugged at me, looked at me and said in a nonchalant tone: 'If you want to eat there, I'm fine with that.'"

"Fuck! I don't want to eat some damn Peruvian food!"

Rango put his arm around John's shoulders and said angrily, "Believe me, John, I looked that woman in the eye and yelled at the top of my lungs."

At this point, the two of them simultaneously looked towards the exit of the cellar. After confirming that Gloria and Jane were not approaching, Rango lowered his voice and uttered two words through gritted teeth: "Bi-chi!"

"Are you sure you called her a bitch?" John asked doubtfully.

"Uh-huh! What else? I'm not a wimp like you!"

Rango immediately patted his chest and assured, "My grandfather is from Texas, so you know, I never spoil women!"

"Fuck, Man"

John seemed to have found a confidant, and excitedly punched Rango's chest, "You and I are both real men with chauvinism, we should hang out together more often, like playing cards, drinking, and going to the Yue Dui Yi Dance Bar."

"You're so damn right, brother!"

At this time in the kitchen upstairs.

Jane and Gloria were standing side by side, and the topic inadvertently turned to married life.

"I even went to a psychiatrist to try to save my marriage, but you know what, John the bastard didn't even know how many years we had been married."

As Gloria prepared the sauce, she was also amused by Jane's honesty.

"This is marriage." Jane sighed and turned the topic to the other party, "How are you and Rango getting along? How many times a week do you do it?"

This question obviously caught Gloria off guard. She didn't expect the woman to ask this. After hesitating for a moment, she raised a finger.

"What? Just once?" Jane's eyes widened in surprise. "You are so young, and Rango looks so strong, but only once a week?"

"Not once."

Gloria quickly clarified, a blush on her face, "He does it all the time whenever he's alone with me. I can't even count how many times a week."

Jane's mouth opened into a circle involuntarily when she heard this, and then her eyes fell on Gloria's slightly unnatural standing posture, and she couldn't help but sighed: "It's good to be young."

She chuckled twice, then asked with concern: "But I see you don't seem to be in a good mood, did you have a fight?"

Gloria sighed softly, and after a moment of silence, she slowly said, "I just feel that I can't help him most of the time. I'm just like a vase staying at home. This feeling makes me very frustrated."

Jane frowned slightly when she heard this, and thought to herself. She remembered that John had mentioned Rango's occupation, but at this moment, it seemed that his identity was much more complicated than the night security guard on the surface.

Looking at the woman next to me, who was carefully preparing the steak sauce, but whose expression could not hide her sadness.

After thinking for a while, Jane said, "Maybe you can be dissatisfied with being a housewife and learn something else."

"Other things?" Gloria asked in confusion, "What to learn?"

Jane smiled, picked up a table knife and raised it gently.

The knife drew a graceful arc in the air, instantly cutting off the candle in the distance, and then landed steadily on the steak. The precision of the technique was breathtaking.

“For example, these”

Under Gloria's shocked gaze, Jane put her finger to her lips and shook her head, "Don't tell anyone, this is our secret."

"Yeah." Gloria nodded seriously immediately, shock and expectation flashing in her eyes.

At this time, Rango and John, who were scolding their female companions in the cellar, also returned to the living room. The two of them put their arms around each other's shoulders and talked and laughed, as if they had just experienced a spiritual baptism.

"Hey, ladies, how are you getting along?" Rango asked, waving at them.

Gloria and Jane exchanged a tacit look, and then Gloria turned her head with a sincere smile on her face: "Very good, Jane is better than I thought."

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(End of this chapter)