Chicago 1990

Being able to retreat under the intentional unspoken rules of Hollywood agents and producers, this girl is considered to have enough IQ. Song Ya feels that she is not less mindful than Fergie, but not as material as Fergie. r?anwen??????????a`??

"Yes, I was interested in you. It started when I first met in South Africa."

He simply confessed shamelessly. As he said to Taraji, he didn’t bother to chase such an obscure girl. Don't worry, I will not use money or power to force others to achieve their goals. Yeremov, help her solve this problem, go to Taraji's room, I am going to rest."

"Okay, Miss Theron."

Yeremov turned his body and motioned for the girl to go out with him.

"Thank you." The girl's voice was inaudible, supported by Taraji, obediently and Yeremov left the room.

She has a good body...

Song Ya watched her back and swallowed. She may be a bit small and strong in the eyes of others, but she is quite suitable for her taste, and she is perfect to lose weight.

There are some things he believes that Yeremov will help. People who used to be executives of big Hollywood companies have no idea where they are higher than those small brokers with no bottom line.

It is really exhausting to play songs not simply. Within a few minutes, when he was about to sleep, he was awakened by the noise outside the door again.

"What!? Mavota?"

The security guard at night is usually the honest man Mavota. He is shouting outside: "Mr. Aplus is resting, please don't disturb him!"

"You **** bother me now!"

Song Ya complained loudly, and soon there was a knock on the door, "Mr. Aplus? Several ladies said in the lobby that you forcibly restricted a lady's personal freedom."

"Wtf?" Song Ya opened the door. Several hotel security and managers gathered at the door, blocked by Mavota, and looked into the room as they opened the door.

"I live in the presidential suite! You just serve it!?" Song Ya cursed, "I won't live here again next time I come to Los Angeles!"

"Sorry, there are a few girls making noise in the lobby. If you let them go, your reputation will be badly affected. They threatened to call the police and call a reporter."

The room manager put his hands together pitifully, "You don't have a girl to stay overnight, do you?"

"No!" Song Ya was about to slam the door, and suddenly remembered something, "Mawota, go to the next room and call out Miss Theron."

In fact, the doors of the next few rooms were all opened. Tony and the silencer were looking out sleepily. Old Mike had put on his jacket and started to work, and Taraji led Charis Theron out.

"Uh, it may be a few of my friends. Sorry, I encountered a lot of things today, and I forgot to report to them."

Charis Theron explained embarrassingly, thinking and knowing, she must have used the same trick that she did against the producer, asking the little sister to wait outside, and start ‘rescue’ as soon as the time is up before she comes out.

"So you are not imprisoned, right?" The hotel security confirmed to her.

"No," she replied.

"In this way, miss, is it convenient for us to go downstairs and talk to your friends?" The room manager looked at Tony and the others, still not at ease.

"Okay." Charis Theron followed them and said sorry when she walked to Song Ya's side.

"I helped you out of good intentions, but don't cause me trouble." Song Ya warned her.

"I'm really sorry." She apologized again in a panic, with her arms around her chest, and accompanied by Yeremov and Taraji, she followed the security guards downstairs to comfort the little sisters.

"Women are really troublesome!" Song Yagang wanted to slam the door, and suddenly out of the corner of his eyes, he found a figure in the emergency passage stairs at the end of the corridor, white clothes, long hair...

"Wth...hey!? Who is there?" There are no ghosts in this world, and he never admits to be taken aback.

Old Mike rushed over.

"Uh..."

It was the voice of a woman, and the woman in white took the initiative to walk to the light, and the dim light of the corridor illuminated her flawless face.

"Xue Linfen?" Song Ya was ‘flashed’, and he recognized him at a glance. He has seen all photo movies and so on, and it’s impossible to admit mistakes in clothes!

"Hello, aplus, I... uh, live downstairs, come up and have a look as soon as I hear the movement."

The white dress on Xue Linfen turned out to be a bathrobe, and her hair was still wet. She was holding a glass of wine in one hand, and the other was touching the waistband of the bathrobe.

The other party is only one year older than Hallie, but he looks much more mature, which is another style.

"Sorry to disturb you, Miss Finn, it's okay, a misunderstanding."

Song Ya motioned to Old Mike to lift the alert, "A girl who escaped from a Hollywood producer, we had contacted before, so she came to me for help."

To explain a little bit, although the other party does not seem to have a reputation for big mouths, nothing can be said in Hollywood.

"I heard." She smiled at Song Ya, "This kind of thing often happens in Hollywood, I don't think it is strange, it's fine, then I'll go back to the room, goodbye."

"Uh……"

Don't call aplus after letting her go so simple, "Wait, Miss Finn."

"What?" She turned her head.

"Didn't you live in Los Angeles? Why do you want to stay in a hotel?" Song Ya asked.

"This..." The other party was a little embarrassed by this question, and subconsciously touched her forehead, Song Ya seemed to see a scar flashing under her hair.

"That photographer boyfriend of yours?" Song Ya asked directly, so that she could explain it when she came to stay in the hotel, and she seemed to have seen news about the relationship between the two in the gossip tabloid recently.

"Sorry, aplus, I don't want to talk about this topic with you." She said a little unhappy.

"Don't bear it, I've seen too many domestic violence men in Hollywood."

Great opportunity! Song Ya was completely sleepy and waved to her, "Come on, chat with me, I only beat one last time."

"Oh!"

It seemed to her suddenly, "Is it the one at the Spielberg's party?"

"Yes, you heard that too? Wesley Streep, I was knocked down by a punch." Song Ya began to boast: "It is said that he has practiced karate and can fight very well, but in fact he is not able to withstand a single blow."

"This is Hollywood, everyone has heard about it."

She finally laughed, and the woman's gossip nature was inspired, "But who is the heroine? Halle Berry?"

"Hey~www.wuxiaspot.com~I can't talk about this, come on, come on."

It’s a clever smile. Song Ya can’t stand this kind of natural stunner anymore. She waved her arms frequently for fear that she would leave. "Let’s talk, anyway, I can’t sleep. I’m very interested in Hollywood, but the circle is too narrow. I want to ask you something."

How could this kind of 27-year-old actress, who has made cool films and experienced several ups and downs in Hollywood, be fooled by such a low-end excuse, leaning on the wall, she smiled and lowered her head, slightly shaking the remaining wine in the glass, thinking about it After a while, "Forget it, my clothes are not very convenient." She gestured to the bathrobe on her body.

"Oh, forget it." Bathrobes and other things are actually completely invalid. Song Ya can figure out the other's figure in comparison with the movie. He deeply regrets, "Is it convenient to leave a phone call?"

At this time the elevator door opened and Charis Theron walked out accompanied by Taraji, "This is?" She also saw Xue Linfen.

"Girl, you're all right, right?" Xue Linfen asked.

"It's okay, thank you." She looked at Song Ya and Xue Linfen again, as if she didn't recognize the identity of the other party.

"It is not easy to break into Hollywood. Seeing you now is like seeing yourself when you were young. If you need any help..." She glanced at Song Ya.

"Taraji." Song Ya snapped his fingers to Taraji.

"Just make this call." Xue Linfen took the pen handed by Taraji and wrote a series of numbers.

"You guys go ahead."

Song Ya watched her disappear at the top of the stairs, and briefly asked about Yeremov's progress. Charis's agent took the bait and agreed to meet tomorrow to talk about the agent's appointment.

"About a coffee shop." Yeremov said, "I will let my subordinates accompany Miss Theron."