Chicago 1990

"You bad boy." Hallie agreed, which is very comfortable...

"Hayden, get another ticket for the Christmas game, nonsense, of course you have to sit with us."

"Yo, big a, help me make a Christmas party? Yes, it's all family members who wear Christmas hats. You don't need to invite too many outsiders... Some actors of the ultimate pioneer will come. They happen to be in Chicago to promote."

"Hello, Mimi, I'm back from Europe? I just greet you? Then see you in New Year's Eve? Me? I probably wear a baseball shirt and jeans... Yes, I want to look higher. Haha, too passerby. Are you? Not afraid, the audience are all rushing to you, just let them see you..."

He happily dialed one call after another. On the night of the 23rd, Halle appeared at the Bulls' home court. Fergie sat between the two and watched the entire game in a relaxed and comfortable way.

"Hey, Merry Christmas."

Back in Hyde Park, Song Ya took the initiative to accept the interview and smiled like a spring breeze when he came back to Hyde Park. "Yes, I am very happy to see such a wonderful performance by Jordan today. With thirty-seven points, he can do everything. ."

"Harry? She happens to be doing a promotion with the crew in Chicago, and she will stay with me for a few days... No, why do you guys always think about that? My house has a lot of empty rooms, just to entertain ordinary friends..."

"Forget it, ask her yourself, Halle?"

Song Ya turned around, Halle was chatting with Fergie and walking through the door, "Come on, talk to the reporters in Chicago, it's okay, they are very reasonable."

He beckoned Halle back.

"Hi." Hallie, dressed in a neutral costume, accepted reporters' interviews generously. "Yes, do you go to see my movie?"

"It's not too hard. The Christmas atmosphere in Chicago is very strong. I like it very much."

"Aplus and I are very good friends... Yes, I will live here during the promotion."

"Bruce? He is a very, very nice person, taking care of us on the set..."

The reporters got what they wanted, and they rushed home for Christmas, and left after receiving the small gifts that were distributed vigorously.

at night.

The bedroom was as dark as ink, and Song Ya was lying on the bed, looking at the door of the cloakroom without blinking.

The door slowly opened, and the light inside came out.

Two miraculous figures that were ten centimeters apart appeared in his eyes.

The white head has long rabbit ears, and the black one has cute cat ears.

He held his breath.

The white one chuckled, "So ashamed." She hid straight behind the black.

"It's cheap for him." Hei bent down, put his hands on Song Ya's feet, enchantingly twisting his astonishingly curved body, crawling closer and closer like a small animal...

"Ahhhh..."

Outside the villa, the sun rises and sets quickly, and Dali and Taraji have decorated the inside and out with a Christmas atmosphere.

"Hey, aplus! My brother."

Big a led his two children who were a few years old to the first door, "Am I the first guest? A rare experience." He and Song Ya finished their fist, "What's wrong with you? The dark circles are a bit heavy, no Sleep well?"

"It's okay, I'm a little busy lately."

Song Ya took the gifts prepared for the children from Taraji, and handed them to them personally. The divorce lawsuit of Big A was completely defeated, and the custody rights were not discussed. He had very few visitation rights. His ex-wife It is very rare to be able to promise him to bring the child out.

"Have you heard?" Big a asked Song Ya to let the children go to play with Emily.

"What did you hear?"

"What else, n.w.a."

"Oh, I heard that Derry and Snoop Dogg went to the death row record, under the blood gang."

"Yay."

Today’s big a is very emotional, and he stopped yelling, "The world collapsed, right? When Escobe left, I thought it was Escobe’s fault. When Dre and the others all betrayed big e, And I would rather go to the blood gang and leave. I don't know now whether I should support Dae."

"Fxxk, why did the world collapse? Didn't we live well? Big a, you shouldn't care about things in Los Angeles..."

Song Ya relieved him, "So far away, their right and wrong are our ass."

"You don't know, a few years ago, when I first heard gfunk (gangster funk) and gangster rap style from n.w.a songs, they were the guides...Dre, big e..."

"Don't be **** sentimental, they haven't linked up again, you can still hear their music in the future."

"But that's not n.w.a anymore."

"Big e's ruthless record is still there, and the n.w.a brand has not been removed..."

"But that's not the real n.w.a anymore."

"Stop, stop, I don't want to go around with you." Song Ya raised his hand and surrendered.

"By the way, I have something to tell you." Big a tilted his head, and the two found a secluded place. "It's such a plus, did you make a fortune? I think others and the media say the same."

"Am I not considered rich now?" Song Ya pretended not to understand.

"I mean the kind of wealthy people with tens of millions of dollars. The media said that you made more than 20 million in a year of record revenue in 1991! Is it true?" Da A asked.

"Almost, but I haven't got the money from Sony Columbia Records." There is no way to hide this. Hollywood and the recording industry have specialized media to estimate the annual income of stars, and a ranking list is listed every year.

"It's such aplus, I don't want to do it alone, the n.w.a incident made me feel a little frustrated, and I will get mixed up with you in the future..."

Big a stated the true purpose, "You should take my Big A radio station."

Big a is willing to take the initiative to seek refuge, Song Ya did not expect this, "What did you hear?"

"Who am I?" The news of the big a is very well informed, "Aren't you already looking for a new address for the a+ record? Once you move out, it doesn't make sense for me to stay there alone."

This guy is very shrewd and seems to be afraid of dumping him. When Song Ya followed him on a tour around Chicago, he secretly made people write down the names and radio stations of the djs he had dealt with, just to get rid of the right one day. Dependence of big a.

"No problem, we are a family." Song Ya stretched out his hand, and the two squeezed their hands together, hugged and patted each other on the back.

"Yeah, all brothers, then you..."

"I'll let Dile talk to you later. A+ Records and your big a radio station are good places. I don't want to give up ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and I will leave it to Dile as the office of a+ audio company."

The two of them agreed with the matter and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The result of a win-win situation is what they both want to see.

For Song Ya, taking the initiative to take the initiative to save a lot of trouble, after all, the black DJs around Chicago still give the big a face, and the big a avoids being ruthlessly dumped by Song Ya who is about to take off.

The guests began to arrive one after another, and Hallie led in the ultimate black star, Damon Waynes, followed by other crew members.

The director, producer and actor Bruce Willie did not come, they rushed to other cities.

Song Ya warmly entertained them. Damon Waynes was very absent-minded. Song Ya felt that this famous black actor from the Waynes family of acting was on the verge of mental breakdown. At present, there is great criticism of the ultimate pioneer. Part of it was concentrated on him, and the pot could not be shaken off, and the originally bright star path dimmed in an instant.

"Don't do that Damon, drink something first."

Song Ya winked at Taraji, but he had no patience to comfort a Hollywood star he had never met before.

"Aplus!" Cassidy's voice sounded at the door, "I'm sorry." Song Ya just took the opportunity to walk away from Damon Waynes, "Cassidy..." He greeted halfway, and saw Cassidy behind him at a glance. Vic McGee.

"My dad doesn't worry, he has to bring me here himself." Cassidy said shyly, standing on tiptoe. The boss is beside her. She is still the good **** weekdays.

The policeman's uniform was exposed under Vick McGee's coat. He stared at Song Ya fiercely, took a glass of wine from the passing waiter, and poured his neck into his mouth.

"Vick?" Song Ya greeted him with a smile, and pointed to his uniform. "Are you still going to work on Christmas Eve? I heard that you were putting a ticket on the car on the side of the road?"