Chicago 1990

The first thousand two hundred and seventy chapters of the text are on holiday

"Why are you here? No, the party is almost over. Everyone is rushing home for Christmas Eve. The boss is also asleep. He is very tired today."

After the Chicago show, Full Score's global tour officially ended. Because Christmas is approaching, many people have already planned to take a night flight home. In the second half of the night in Rashidad, the celebration party in Highland Park has gone seven and eight.

Hayden also drove to the airport, preparing to take the private jet of Xue Linfen's mother and son back to Los Angeles for the holiday.

"I'm at the door, the taxi has been sent away by me."

At this time, Chicago was snowing heavily and the cold wind was bitter. Rashida, who was wearing a coat, was shivering from the cold outside the big iron gate. She couldn't get it out mechanically and asked for the invitation letter. She made a few calls. Hayden was only picking up when he was driving.

Sleepy and cold, she could only hide in the stone gateposts to avoid the wind and snow, looking at the brightly lit villa inside from a distance through the iron railings, and began to feel aggrieved, self-pity, and regret that she should not run over impulsively.

"Oh! I see."

Hayden first called Highland Park Security, and after thinking about it, he sent Song Ya a text message.

The iron door opened, "Miss Jones?" The black security officer in an automatic wheelchair came out to pick her up, "Why are you here so late? Please come in." He took off her coat and covered her.

"Is aplus there?" She asked, it was warmer all at once.

"The boss has taken a break early, do I need to arrange a room for you?"

"Ok."

The young men and women who did not plan to go home to reunite are no longer able to revel. Some night owl literary and artistic youths gather in front of the fireplace to smoke, play and sing. The complex mixed smell permeated the brand new grand banquet hall. The ground and seats were full of wine glasses, dinner plates, wine stains, food and clothing, all in a mess.

Several waiters from the party company leaned against the buffet table and the bar to take a nap.

Rashida stepped down cautiously, bypassing the high-heeled shoes and various sundries that somebody had dropped, and was led into the guest room upstairs by the bodyguard.

She quickly took a hot shower, put on her pajamas and went out to the aplus master bedroom to take a circle based on memory, but finally returned to the room with nowhere.

"Why are you here again?"

It was bright before Song Ya saw the text message from Hayden. He actually slept in the small building next to the garage that night, in the small room where Fergie and Charis had been messing around.

"Who?" The woman stretched her hand from behind and stroked his chest.

"A nasty friend, nothing."

Song Ya turned around and hugged the woman gently, fiddled with her blond hair lovingly and asked, "These days are very hard, right?"

"Fortunately, life has to go on, right?"

Cathy, who came back from the holiday for the holidays, has matured a lot, and gradually began to have Sloan’s elite Washington femininity, but she looks better and has a stronger affinity. The unexpected death of her father Vic McGee made her stronger. , The expression occasionally reveals a bit of melancholy.

"Remember Vic let me stay away from you?"

"of course I remember……"

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The two chatted about her father Vic McGee’s past,

"Stop talking about this?" Cassidy wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and kissed her actively, "I miss you so much. The concert yesterday was wonderful."

"Yes, I lost a few pounds in one jump."

It was too difficult to meet, and it had to be the same as being a thief. Song Ya and she, who had known each other since middle school, knew that there would be no results in the future. Time was precious, and the sun shone on the bed, and the two became lingering again.

"Are you happy to work at pnac?"

Old Mike also went back to the south to reunite with his granddaughter on vacation, and Song Zecheng, who can be trusted, delivered breakfast to his room.

"Very happy, I learned a lot."

Cassidy smiled, "The recent Lewinsky case is so funny, it seems like we are celebrating the festival every day."

Of course the Conservative Foundation was happily watching the show. "Do you think the general leader can pass the Senate vote next month?" Song Ya asked.

"should be no problem."

Cassidy’s judgment is similar to the mainstream prediction, “Although we are the majority party, we don’t get two-thirds of the votes. We have lost a few seats in the House of Representatives until the midterm elections. This is very important to our senators. They are also a big warning. They are also worried about losing their seats. Knowing that the impeachment will not be passed, maybe the situation will be the opposite of the House of Representatives. Some of our senators will run away."

She is now completely self-proclaimed as a member of the Elephant Party, and her political tone is becoming more and more professional.

"By the way, how is your pnac internal?"

The two casually ate breakfast and chatted like old friends for many years, "What are the tendencies of other topics?" Song Ya asked.

"It's still the same, and the internals are not too unified. Chairman William Bristol always wants to continue fighting Iraq. The second-ranked theorist Robert Kagan has to be gentler. He believes that the United States should establish a'more benevolent hegemony'."

Cassidy answered.

"What about Cheney and Bolton?"

"They? Of course they love war more. They think that if the former commander continues to expand military operations in the Middle East after the Gulf War, he will not step down, causing everyone to stay hungry for eight years... When there is a foreign war, voters will Will be more inclined to be stable and support re-election. Those people are more willing to participate deeply in politics and don't like to stay in the revolving door for too long."

Cassidy wiped her mouth with a tissue, pecked Song Ya's face, then began to put on her bloated down jacket, and covered most of her face with a scarf, "I'm leaving, I'll be seen again later."

"Well, the silencer is waiting on the yacht in the pier, and he will send it to you."

Song Ya looked out the window. The snow had stopped. Two or three guests who hadn't left were walking on the lawn in the cold wind. They picked up a small bag with cash on the table and said, "And this."

"No, I have moved from the probation period to a regular salary increase." Cassiti smiled and refused: "But thank you, I know you have been helping my younger brothers and sisters..."

"Small, you know I am rich."

The two embraced again, "Take care."

"You also take care."

Cassidy left in a low-key manner. The chance to get together was very precious. Song Ya wanted to send her personally, but...

"Kill all these crazy animals away."

What steps are there to take outside in such a cold day, Song Ya ordered: "Let the party company clean up the house, and then go back to the holiday."

The bodyguards started to wake up the hangover guests and knocked on the door of the guest room one by one. Not long after, the men and women yawned and went out one after another and were sent away by cars.

"Where is the silencer?"

Aunt Susie waited and came again, Tony asked.

"He sent the guests." Song Ya hugged them. "How was your study at Howard University?"

He asked Emily that this cousin who didn't intend to be in the entertainment industry was sent to the top black traditional university by him, and was also the alma mater of Toni Morrison, the author of the "Favorite" and Nobel Prize winner in literature.

"It's okay." Emily Pippi shrugged. She was a mess anyway, and it didn't matter if she read the drama department.

"Alex."

The blue-eyed little Freddie has also grown up. He has been in a private school since he was a child. He is like two worlds with a few other brothers and sisters. Whether he is clever or has good academic performance, his relative Li Songya likes him best now.

Aunt Susie insisted on making Christmas Eve food by herself, and she took Connie to the kitchen busy.

At noon, the party company cleaned the inside and outside of the manor. Several large trucks left with people and trash, and Xue Linfen led Robb, Jon and Xiao Sansa to arrive, and Milla was on the same plane with her.

"Wow……"

Emily, who was lying on the sofa in the hall watching TV, looked at Xuelinfen and Milla who were holding hands like sisters, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Humph!"

There was a holiday between the two groups of people, and Aunt Susie came out of the kitchen, and when she saw Xue Linfen, she snorted and scowled.

"Daddy! Susie!" Robb didn't understand the grievances of the adults, and excitedly led Jon toward him.

Aunt Susie's face softened a little, and she hugged the children in a complicated mood.

"Sit down, just eat together. It's not **** the road, right?" Song Ya hugged the waist of the child's mother and the expectant mother.

"How can a private jet be so hard."

Xue Linfen prepared gifts for everyone, which should not be cheap. She asked the driver to bring in large and small gift boxes and distribute them to Tony and Connie.

At least on the surface, it's okay, anyway, in Song Ya's eyes, everyone is a fair and happy scene.

"Mr. Eisner called back." Everyone was on holiday, and Song Zecheng, who was temporarily the cell phone guardian, came to report.

"Ok."

Song Ya pushed Mila's waist down, "I'll answer the phone first."

Mira and Tony had a much better relationship, and they soon became acquainted with Tony and the returning silencer.

"Mr. Eisner."

Song Ya walked to no one to answer the phone. He didn't notice that there was a person standing on the second floor above. Rashida had overslept and just came out dressed beautifully.

"Aplus, what's the matter?" Eisner asked.

"My new album was leaked! It's all online now! Others told me that it must have flowed from the CD factory, otherwise the high-quality version will not be available so soon! Music critics are sneaking away, and my new album has not yet been released. Well! The Big Five are disgusting us! They must be deliberate!"

Song Ya began to yell at the Disney Emperor. This is actually a strategy taught by Linton privately. His Majesty is still very broad-minded in some aspects and can tolerate bad-tempered money printing machines. He complained and offended ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ as long as there is something to say.

What he doesn't like is the kind of offense that is frivolous and resentful, and that his subordinates are secretly doing things behind him, or offending his personal majesty and fundamental interests in Disney, which is an absolute forbidden zone.

But these are completely two flavors from Rashida's perspective. She looked at the man's back infatuatedly, and the more eavesdropped, the more emotional she became, and she wished to rush over and eat the other party.

"I'm on vacation. It's Christmas time. Can't you find someone from the record company in charge?"

Eisner's brain hurt by his series of exclamation marks, he moved the microphone away from his ears.

"This is a big deal! The online communication is too rampant, and my new album sales will be greatly affected!"

Song Ya continued yelling, "William Morris Company told me this is what they are giving me and warning you! Slap in the face! Get off the hook!"

"I know, I know, I first ask what's going on, ok? Don't make a noise, I have a heart attack."

Eisner hung up the phone, "This kid." He shook his head and chuckled lightly, and after a little thought, he hung up the phone for Disney Records staff.

"Hi."

Song Ya hadn't put down the phone, but someone behind him greeted sweetly. When he turned his head, it turned out that it was Rashida's vixen face and big red lips.

"Uh... Harvard is off?"

"Yes, sorry, I only arrived late yesterday, and I slept late." Rashida twisted her body, sticking out her tongue to pretend to be cute.

"Uh, it's okay, let's have dinner together. Connie! Add a pair of cutlery!"

Song Ya had no choice but to do his best to be a landlord, "If you came to the party yesterday, the bodyguard may have forgotten to remind her." Then she bit her ears at Aunt Susie to clear away.

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