Chicago 1990

Chapter 176: I hate you

At 6:15 in the afternoon, Song Ya put her hands on her chest, with a gloomy face, and gathered in the study room with her men and stared at the TV.

"According to the news released by the agent of the popular actress Milla Jovovich, she and APLUS actually broke up a few months ago. The two are still good friends and often exchange phone calls. However, this news has not been received by Mi Rajovovich personally confirmed that APLUS had just attended the premiere of the movie she starred in not long ago. The box office failure of the Blue Coral Reef put her under tremendous pressure. At this time... wait, Mira Out!"

The reporter blocked Mila at the door of SBK Records. She was wearing the same short-sleeved T-shirt, baseball cap, and huge Ray-Ban glasses.

"Mira, you and APLUS have already broken up, is it true?"

"Can you tell me when you broke up?"

"What do you think of the APLUS case? Do you think he is the one who would do that kind of thing?"

The reporters rushed forward, and Mila's agent and bodyguards fought hard to stop them.

"Mila! We will always support you! Mila! Mila! Mila!" There was a group of fans outside the record company holding up signs and shouting slogans to support her.

Milla got in the car, the reporters still did not give up, "Mila, can you give me a response? You and APLUS......"

"YES! We broke up early, are you satisfied?!" Mira suddenly turned her head, her facial muscles twisted and shouted to the reporters outside the window.

The window rolled up and the car drove away from the camera.

"Okay, we got the exact information from Milla Jovovich..." a female reporter started with a microphone in her hand.

"FXXK!" Song Ya kicked the TV, "FXXK! FXXK!" One foot after another, the picture turned into gray noise.

"Calm down! APLUS!"

Goodman shouted, "Mike!"

Old Mike stepped forward and clamped his hands from his elbows, pushing them all the way into the bedroom.

"Don't be hypocritical BOY!" Old Mike didn't care whether he was the boss or not, "put away your possessiveness, you are more than just her woman..."

"FXXK!" Song Ya also knew that he was a little hypocritical, but he was just very angry, is he possessive? More than that, it is the desire to control. When SBK suffered a setback, he once said that he wanted to control everything. When he was regarded as a cash cow by Pablo and the others, he was full of wild hunger. He does not lack women, but he just can't stand this.

"You have more important things now." Old Mike's words pulled him back to reality.

"I know, I know, let me go..." Song Ya calmed down.

Old Mike let go, he sorted his clothes and went out.

"Will Mira throw you dirty water? For example, what did you cheat first?"

Eli has already unplugged the broken TV. "Although this thing in the crotch is very normal for black rap stars, it will also attract disgust from some audiences."

"He dare." Song Ya was referring to Mira's agent. "Taraji, call Hayden and ask him to talk to William Morris about Mira's agent. No excuses are allowed this time."

Taraji went to call.

Hamlin came up and rubbed his shoulders, "Don’t be like this, young man. From another perspective, you can finally let yourself go. Enjoy your youth, learn from those rock stars, and put your arms around the camera. , Does not hinder the worship of fans."

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Song Ya thinks about it, "Taraji, call Fergie again and let her come over!" He got the hang of it.

He turned around and smiled at the man in the room: "Where did we talk?"

"Uh……"

A group of middle-aged men felt uncomfortable with the rapid changes in the young people’s mood. "Talking, uh..." Eli said, "By the way, Howard University, you donated money to them, right?"

"Yes, one hundred thousand knives were donated."

"Is this money enough for the president of Howard University to stand up and endorse for you?" Eli asked.

"Now? Impossible. It must be impossible until Frank is found." Song Ya glanced at the old Mike and prayed secretly that the old guy would not let the police find a corpse.

"What happens after you find it?" Eli asked. "Can I call him on your behalf?"

"Yes, uh..."

Song Ya rubbed his eyebrows to look for memories, "New York Mayor Dingkins is an alumnus of Howard University, you will also ask for me when you come.

"A character of this level won't speak for you, right?" Eli said.

"Not necessarily." Song Ya said: "Dingkins is very unstable next election. He needs black votes very much. Anyway, you just work hard in that direction. It doesn't matter if you try. Are you not an expert in the campaign? You know those politicians better than I do."

"Okay, I understand... Then Warren Brothers Synthesizer Company, what is the hidden danger you mentioned?" Eli went on to the next question.

"A white man named Wise was the deputy manager of the Warren Brothers Synthesizer Company and the head of the union. If I put the history of my A+ pedal company on the table, this Wise might have something bad. He is very special. hate me……"

"Then Old Joe's side..."

The meeting was very late, at nine o'clock, Song Ya saw Fergie in the living room.

She kept looking out the window like a thief, "I was seen by reporters when I came in. Will they write silly?"

"Fuck the reporters, I am not afraid of them now, I am invincible." Song Ya cursed.

"Then I won't send them to them?" Aunt Susie, who was passing by, stopped when she heard these words. She was still holding a plate with some snacks she made on it, and the maid followed her. Carrying a few large bottles of Coke and some disposable paper cups.

This is Eli's idea. The reporters outside are also doing work. The star's small heart-warming move may bring them some unexpected returns.

"Uh, don't, don't go out, just let Dali and the maid send them there."

Song Ya confessed a few words and looked back at Fergie. The girl did not make up for a low profile, and the collar was still supported. That was to make her face retract to block her sight, "Aunt Susie, please help her with her makeup."

"Now? It's nine o'clock." Fergie was puzzled.

"Be obedient." Song Ya squeezed her face with baby fat, "come to me with makeup."

At eleven, the two got into Old Mike's car and drove to a French restaurant in the city.

Old Mike parked the car, got out of the car and observed it first, "There are a lot of paparazzi."

"It's just right." Song Ya put an arm around Fergie's shoulder, "What are you doing? Still sitting? Come out?"

Fergie's eyes flashed in excitement, "Really? Are you sure? In front of the paparazzi's camera?"

"Yeah, I told you I am invincible now."

Song Ya pulled her out. Fergie was very short. Song Ya's arms hooked her shoulders, and her hands were hanging on her chest. "Don't shrink your neck, aren't you a child star? In general, you don't know the camera?"

"APLUS! Is your new girlfriend Fergie? How long has she been with you?"

The reporters quickly recognized the heroine of the ‘trumpet’ MV, "Is it because she broke up with Mira? Were you two together before or after the breakup?"

If the paparazzi get a treasure, they press the shutter like crazy.

"Say hello to them, don't tremble!" Song Ya lowered his head and ordered in a low voice.

Fergie smiled and raised her arms and waved towards the camera.

"Not this kind of greeting, but hip-hop."

Fergie's palms are facing inward, her four fingers are folded, leaving a **** alone.

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