Chicago 1990

　　　　 chatted with Donovan for a long time, and Song Ya called Sloan in midway, until Old Mike came to remind the group to leave the hotel and head to the football stunner studio.

　　 "Where is Donovan going?"

　　 Halle noticed that Donovan's car had left the convoy.

　　 "He went back to Los Angeles."

　　 "Now? Didn't he just arrive?" Hallie asked again.

　　 Song Ya who was in a daze outside the car window let out a nasal ‘um’.

The tropical scenery of southern Florida is beautiful. The sun passes through the palm trees and billboards that are swept back by the road at high speed. The sky is pure and flawless blue. You can see the slightly undulating hillsides far away. It should be the coastline.

Suddenly wishing to have some...more specific feelings, he lowered the car window, and the slightly salty and moist air instantly poured into the car. He greedily took a deep breath and stretched his hand out of the car window. , The sea breeze is really warm, and the golden sun shines on the palm, as if it can be touched.

　　 So he started turning his wrists and moving his fingers again, letting go and watching the light and shadow flowing between his fingers.

　　 "Actually I don't recommend you to do this." Old Mike reminded.

　　 "I'm sorry, Mike."

　　 apologized and pressed the button. For safety, the car glass with the dark privacy film rose again, and the car air conditioner quickly dissipated everything outside.

　　 "What's wrong with you? Are you still alive in the morning?"

　　 Of course Halle noticed the change in his mood and asked.

"nothing."

　　 "That's weird." Halle kissed him on the cheek in kindness, "You know? You are especially attractive when you are not talking, a quiet man charm."

　　 "Hey..."

　　 "Don't hey, don't grin Nger, destroy the character."

　　 Halle is still very good, Song Ya turned to look at her, the beautiful slapped face who was born to eat big-screen meals is a little smaller than most children, "Um..."

　　 "John Carley."

　　 When Harry was about to entangle her like an octopus, the phone rang.

　　 "Thank you, Sloan." Song Ya reached out and took the phone, "Hey, Mr. Cali, why, do you remember my number?"

　　 John Carley said: "APLUS, there is one thing, today your people want to drive our producers and staff from the football stunner crew out of the set for security reasons. You can coordinate. This is not in compliance."

"I know."

Song Ya replied while pushing Harry's face, who was listening to the ears, a little further, "Actually, I ordered them. They need to pass the new security review before they can be allowed to enter the studio with a license. It's not a hassle, it's a matter of one or two days. ."

　　 "You don't have the power to APLUS, the set belongs to Columbia Pictures."

　　 John Carley was silent, "The authority of the issuer must be guaranteed."

　　 "Ha! I don't care about your authority right now, watching the news, John? I was almost killed by a car and murdered! Your colleague behind the scenes, Tommy Motura!"

Song Ya shouted yin and yang strangely, "And you must know this. You have been making excuses for not answering my phone for a long time. I'm very surprised, what good is it for you to hang up? Huh? The football stunner has no male lead, Columbia Pictures What good is it for you to fail the project? Oh, I remembered that you didn’t invest a lot of money in the project at all, but you made a profit. Anschutz and I are the producers. We rented your studio, so What should I say now? I have the final say there!"

　　 "I don't answer the phone because of what you are always on...what forum to attack us wantonly! OK?"

John Carly also raised his voice, "Don't spread rumors, don't say anything without evidence... Okay, well, I understand your current mood, but let's not talk about this topic, okay? Our people can't be rude by you at least. The bodyguards were kicked out of the set on the spot, otherwise they will probably no longer be respected by the crew after they return."

　　 "You don't deserve to be respected, complicity!"

"Can't you communicate like a normal person? God! Where did the sane boy go? Columbia Pictures is not Sony Columbia Records. My people will not pose any threat to your safety. We can accept security review, privately. ."

　　 "No problem, provided that you have to support me publicly, otherwise it won't be the price when the Los Angeles police obtain sufficient evidence of Motula's involvement."

　　 "I didn't talk about that topic anymore!"

"no way!"

Halle smiled as she listened to the man domineeringly and one of the seven presidents. She usually quarreled with the top figures of Hollywood power in her own concept. She seemed to have the upper hand. She couldn't help but be proud of it. She looked forward and suddenly caught sight of it. In the front seat, Ms. Sloan is looking at the rearview mirror intently, as if...

　　 She put her head to the man's ear again, and sure enough, she was in the mirror with Ms. Sloan's eyes. From the eyes of the professional elite, she noticed the kind of emotions she had long suspected.

　　 Sloan frowned slightly, but did not dodge.

　　Harry smiled provocatively at her, and kissed the man on the cheek again, and then the kiss went down.

Old Mike drove the car into the studio. Halle saw that there were many cars lined up outside the parking lot. The drivers honked their horns irritably. Someone poked their heads and complained loudly to the bodyguards guarding the entrance. Because it was blocked from entering.

"Follow me."

　　 A voice came from the intercom of the old Mike. He slowed down, and a tall black bodyguard trot on the front of the car, leading the convoy all the way into a building that was not meant to be used for parking.

　　 As soon as the car stopped, Sloan rolled his eyes and pushed the door to get out of the car.

　　 Harley licked her lips, and was about to go out to tease her, "Wait." Song Ya stopped.

　　 Waiting until the Mavota and the silencer of the car in front came over and opened the rear door, and then guarded outside the car door like two iron towers, "Okay." Song Ya nodded.

　　 It happened that Halle was holding his hands. Before his head was exposed outside the car, a group of white people also walked out of the building, holding a large cardboard box with documents in their hands.

　　 Halle recognized that the lead was a high-ranking producer in Columbia Pictures, and immediately thought of the previous conflict between Song Ya and John Carly on the phone, so she drew it for a while.

　　 "As for?! APLUS......"

　　 The producer also recognized Song Ya, and shouted angrily behind the wall of people separated by the bodyguards.

　　 Song Ya didn't look at them at all, and Yaoyao made a **** over there.

　　 The group of people didn't know what to do, so they had to file and leave, breathing heavily.

　　 "Hey, Mr. Yeremov."

　　 Halle saw Yeremov who was probed inside, and stepped her body to Song Ya's side and greeted loudly.

　　 "Boss, Halle."

　　 Yeremov came up and asked for credit, "I just drove out all the people from Columbia Pictures, and I am not allowed to come back if I apply for a new certificate."

　　 "Good job." Song Ya patted him on the shoulder as a reward.

　　 A few people walked into a small door, which turned out to be deep in the backstage.

　　 "The Los Angeles case, what else do I need..." Yeremov led the way.

"Uh……"

Song Ya interrupted him, "I have handed over the case to William Morris with full authority. They will stay there until it is done. You don't need to intervene. Unless Donovan needs your help, don't ask more. Just do it."

　　 "I see. Uh..."

　　 In front of another door, Yeremov hesitated, put his hand on the doorknob but did not open it, and gave Hallie a sneak peek.

　　 "What?" Halle didn't understand what the look he was shaking over~www.wuxiaspot.com~Uh..." Song Ya scratched his head, "Harry, can you go there with Ms. Sloan and wait for me?" "

　　 "Which way? OK... OK."

　　 Halle had to part with him.

Song Ya and Yeremov walked in. Before the door was closed, Hallie saw Xue Linfen inside. The woman in loose uniforms had small glasses on the bridge of her nose. She was holding a document and bowed her head with a staff member. Explain what.

　　 Seeing from the last gap that Song Ya walked around behind Xue Linfen and hugged her like a surprise raid with a smile, Hallie's heart suddenly fell empty, her nose a little sour.

　　 "This way, Ms. Berry." Sloan reminded from the side.

"Oh."

　　 She turned around in despair, staring at Sloan's kicking heels behind.

　　 "Please come in."

　　 Sloan opened another door, and then she noticed the slightly puckered corners of the other person's mouth, "Hehe, I don't care... You laugh if you want, Bitch." The black **** blurted out.

　　 "Oh! I can't think of the gentle appearance of Eros, but it is actually so cruel!"

　　 It turns out that the little girl Angelina Ake is also in this room, she is reciting aloud lines from Shakespeare.

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