Chicago 1990

Unknowingly, it has been more than a month since the shooting. In February, Chicago was still cold but there was a breath of spring. The warm noon sun poured into the intensive care unit.

"Until you lose your lover, you still think it is right, then everything you once had will no longer exist, but you are still a boy who knows nothing..."

Mariah Carey finished humming the last few sentences of IfIWereaBoy, and looked down at the face of her little ex-husband. "Alas!" She sighed in disappointment and put her hand back into the quilt.

She doesn’t come often, but she will try to stay as long as possible when she arrives, follow the doctor’s instructions, talk about the past with the man in a coma, and sing songs that are memorable to him and herself, although the doctor always says It continued to improve, but unfortunately she didn't feel it.

"What are they doing?"

She saw that outside the glass wall of the ward, an old woman was arguing with Goodman and Hamlin. It was very fierce. The old woman looked vicious and her original elegance was gone, but she couldn't hear what she was saying.

"I don't know, for the sake of business, that old woman is a member of APLUS's dream lawyer team, called Di An."

The female assistant put the things she bought on the bedside table. Hong Kong-style milk tea, pineapple buns, and egg tarts were all signs in a Chinese restaurant in Old Chinatown. The two had visited several times before.

"Ok!"

She was hungry, took a big bite of sweet pineapple buns, and nodded her head repeatedly, "It's delicious." While chewing, she made a pig hum of enjoyment, and then took a few bites of the milk tea straw.

"Give it to me." She pointed to the female assistant's bag.

"It's noon..."

"Huh?" She raised her eyebrows and stared at the female assistant.

The female assistant had no choice but to take out the portable wine bottle from the bag.

She unscrewed the bottle cap, poured a half bottle into the milk tea, took another sip, and smashed her mouth to her satisfaction.

Song Ya's brows were slightly twisted, and her index finger jumped under the quilt. His ex-wife, who was focused on eating and drinking, didn't notice.

‘Boom! ’

Diane Lockhard suddenly pushed the door in, walked straight to the bed, leaned over and stared at the man's face closely.

Mariah Carey was taken aback, saying that her little ex-husband would not even eat such an old woman?

"Don't do that, Diane, I'm going to call security." Goodman said leisurely at the door in a victorious gesture.

Di An didn't say a word, and took away the hand that was resting on the back of Song Ya, "You will regret it." He said to Goodman and strode away.

"Miss Kelly, the visiting time is almost up." Goodman reminded before closing the door.

"Oh, right now!"

After dealing with pineapple buns, egg tarts, and picking up the milk tea, she said, "Mike, clean up." She rushed to the old Mike to sign the endgame and went out, "Huh? Mr. Estefan?"

In the hallway, I met the Latino boss of Sony Columbia Records. He was followed by a Latin woman, not his wife Gloria, "Shakira? Right?"

She recognized the other party, who sang Spanish songs, had no relationship with herself, but... she subconsciously looked at each other vigilantly.

"Hello, Miss Kelly." Shakira was much shorter than her, and she was a little lacking in aura for condescendingly examining her DIVA.

Forget it, it's all ex-husbands, "Huh!" Mariah Carey rolled her eyes at Estefan and brushed past them.

"He has two more companies to go public this year, Amerika Music Website and 3DFX."

Estefan entered the door with joy on his face and looked at Song Ya for a few times, and asked Shakira, "Final confirmation. At the end of last year, you didn't date anyone other than him, right?"

"No! You want me to answer several times!? I have always lived in Highland Park." Shakira touched Songya's forehead sadly, and sat down by the bed, "You...what are you doing?"

She saw Estefan looking back at the old Mike who was cleaning the crumbs and wrapping paper, and then suddenly reached out and pulled a few of Songya’s hair down. “I heard that the latest paternity test technology can use hair. Do." The two talked in Spanish throughout the whole process, knowing that the old man could not understand.

"He! His eyes moved!" Shakira found Song Ya's eyelids trembling, jumping up and shouting in excitement.

"The doctor said it's normal." Old Mike sighed, and he was getting used to it.

"Oh." Shakira sat down again in disappointment.

"APLUS and Mariah Carey have a child, and Xuelinfen have two. The little Jon on Xuelinfen may be the illegitimate child of him and other women...otherwise it won't make sense if the time is not right!"

Estefan put Song Ya's hair in his purse, and analyzed it in Spanish as if he fired a machine gun: "The media now believes that after the two companies are listed, his net worth is likely to exceed one billion dollars, one billion! Mi Knife! It's unbelievable! I have to find a way to find out how he arranged the will. It stands to reason that he will be very generous to children...

"Hey! Don't tell me these dirty calculations, okay? It's just an accident..."

Shakira touched her stomach.

"Okay, OK, let's not say, I won't say. But he definitely can't sing the World Cup theme song. You remember all the lyrics and music of the WeAreOne he created, right?" Estefan changed the subject.

"Well, we practiced together." Shakira nodded, recalling the sweet past of the two.

"This is the case now. I talked to Linda who manages his unreleased songs. Linda refused to authorize the song to us, but it doesn't matter. We can use this song to impress FIFA first, and I will find one. A popular Latina male star replaced his chants, forced to publish English and Spanish versions with you, and then slowly litigate with A+ records afterwards... Linda can’t inherit all his influence. The time is right, after you give birth Standing on the stage of the World Cup in 1998, your position in the Latin area will be completely established!"

Estefan said: "Of course, the premise is that APLUS can't wake up, or can't wake up in time."

"He will wake up!" Shakira retorted decisively.

"Of course, of course, I mean extreme situations. In short, life will continue, and you must also consider your own future." Estefan said.

"I said……"

Old Mike returned after cleaning and said, "The reason why you are allowed to visit is to try all the ways to wake him up. If you come in and just want to chat in a language he doesn't understand, then I will ask you to go out."

"I'm sorry, Mike." Estefan apologized and went out. "You can talk to him more about the past."

"Remember the first time we met? APLUS..."

Shakira switched to talking in English, tears streaming down her face.

When her visit time was about to end, Xue Linfen took Little Robb to the outside of the ward. Through the glass, she just saw the Latin girl holding Song Ya's hand and pressing it to her stomach.

This scene made her eyes cold.

"Mam! It hurts!" Robb's hand was pinched by her and called out.

"Oh, sorry, sorry baby, mom won't let you hurt, I swear..." She squatted down to apologize to her son with her big belly.

Time passed slowly and firmly, and Chicago's spring finally came.

Amy, Mila, Halle, old brothers, men and women came and went, singing, talking, telling jokes, chattering in the ward, crying and laughing, tried everything that could be tried, Song Ya’s body The reaction is slowly improving, but it is still not awake.

One day, when the nurses did a complete set of clean-up work and rehabilitation training as usual, they laid the standing bed slowly and then left silently.

"Please come in."

Old Mike also lost his confidence more and more. Out of the mentality of rushing to the doctor for a sudden illness, the range of people he allowed to visit became wider and wider. This time, several blacks were brought in.

"puff!"

Quincy Jones came in and saw little Nger lying on the bed. He almost laughed on the spot. He covered his mouth and coughed twice to hide.

"Daddy!" Rashida glared at him angrily, and sat down in front of the bed.

"He has always been like this?" the popular black star Will Smith asked.

"I heard it was, I warned him long ago, don't listen, look, it's fulfilled, right?"

Quincy Jones rolled his eyes at the baby girl who began to patter and tears, "This is the last time I have come here, I warn you! What do you miss about this kind of man? The most important thing for you now is to return to Harvard to complete School, then law school, just like that Michelle husband, he is already a senator of the Illinois State Assembly! Your whole family is the most promising, don’t let me down!"

"Hey! I'm here! Old man!"

Sister Kidada protested.

"Just forget it."

"Old bastard!"

"Hey... By the way Will, your new record appointment..." Quincy Jones turned to discuss business with Will Smith.

Old Mike looked on coldly and found that no one except Rashida had come to visit the patient sincerely. "Please go out and talk about irrelevant matters." He warned.

"OK, OK." Quincy Jones raised his hand and surrendered.

"Let's go out first."

Jada Pinkett, who plans to marry Will Smith this year, pulled his fiance outside. "Are you going to promise that old guy?" She whispered, "Frankly, I can bear him for a long time."

Jada Pinkett is a classmate of 2PAC and once had a relationship with 2PAC. She is a well-known black actress. She is much higher than 2PAC's last official girlfriend, Keida Jones, and she is also much shrewd.

"Quincy is too greedy."

Will Smith nodded in agreement, "This year I won't renew his contract with the singer who took advantage of the fire. It's a big deal to turn his face like MJ and APLUS. It's just that...I will be prepared to be yelled at by him on various occasions. , After all, he was the one who made me popular."

"Anyway, your current career focus is on Hollywood, what are you afraid of." Jada Pinkett urged.

"Hey! Will!" Quincy Jones, who was still in the dark, followed out cheerfully.

The two had to squeeze out a smile and continue to deal with hypocrisy.

"What are you doing!?" Rashida, who was staying in the ward, was startled when she saw her sister put her hand in the quilt.

"Well what!? I see if the scale is the same as the legend outside~www.wuxiaspot.com~Kidada grinned and continued to explore, "ah! ? "Suddenly snorted in a complicated manner, "A reaction? Wow...wow! Wow wow! "

"I can't stand you, let's go!"

Rashida glanced at the old Mike, embarrassed to stay any longer.

"Bye bye, APLUS." Kidada clapped his hands, raised his **** and flicked on Song Ya's forehead, "Don't pull me!" He was dragged away by his sister.

"Ugh!"

Old Mike looked at the back of the group of people leaving, sighed, took out the book and sat down in front of the hospital bed, "Apart from Snow White, you are the most beautiful person, but Snow White who lives in a neighboring country is better than you Ten thousand times more beautiful..."

"Well, these are the test points for the Constitution. I will read you the Maritime Law, APLUS, bye tomorrow."

A few days later, Jimmy put away his reference books and shook his head to Old Mike when he went out.

"It's our turn? No, come here."

When Song Asheng saw him come out, he told the last strange Chinese in a yellow gossip robe to get up and walk to the door.

"This won't work." Old Mike stopped, and pointed to the short sword in the man's hand.

"It's okay, the wooden Mike, the wooden one." Song Asheng gestured, "Look, you can't hurt people, don't you worry about me?"

Old Mike sighed and put the two of them in sideways.

Ten minutes later, the fire alarm in the ward suddenly sounded harshly.

"How can it be done!? How can it be done!?"

Song Asheng hurriedly fled with the Chinese who had a paper with flames in his sword.

"SHXT!" Old Mike rushed in and saw that the automatic fire extinguishing sprinklers had drowned Song Ya on the bed.

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