Chicago 1990

There was a lesson from the last time that Wesley Streep was knocked out with a punch. The man in front of him was also a little ‘weak.’ Song Ya stayed a lot this time, but it seemed that the result was worse.

Beverly Hills went out of the police very quickly. Less than five minutes after the other party took out his cell phone to call the police, a police car stopped in front of the manor house rented by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

Two police officers, one black and one white, were in front of the police car asking about the beaten ex-boyfriend Xue Linfen, the photographer named Barry.

"You shouldn't do it." Halle Berry La Songya hid in the shade of the roadside outside the door, watching vigilantly behind the bushes across the street, the paparazzi outside the villa was called by the police officer at Songya and others Before going out, Ricklubin, who had been rushed by the news, had driven out there, but I wondered that they would not leave honestly.

"I hate men who beat women the most." Song Ya shook his hand. "Is there any difference between him and Wesley?"

"Of course it's very different!" Halle looked back at the guests on the lawn of the manor who were poking their heads here. "Wesley is an actor, he has to be concerned about public influence, and this white photographer doesn't use it. If he is rascal if……"

Before she finished her words, she confirmed her concern over there, "I was beaten by APLUS! Look, I lost a tooth! You testify for me, I will sue him!"

Barry yelled to this side while holding his chin, complaining with faint excitement, "APLUS, wait to receive my lawyer's letter! Get the check! Damn, he made 30 million last year, you know him How much did you buy for the album this year?" He chatted with the white police officer who was sitting on the record again, but the other party just bowed his head and wrote and ignored him.

"At least five million! Fxxk, I want him to pay a lot of money, a lot of money!" He started calling again, as if consulting a lawyer.

"Cut!" Song Ya sneered at his ugly attitude.

"It's really your APLUS..."

Another black middle-aged police officer shook his flashlight on Song Ya’s face. “I can’t remember how many times. It’s always Nger who was taken away by police cars at parties attended by a hundred white people. Don’t you love yourself. Okay?"

"WTF?" Song Ya was confused by his attitude, "What were you talking about?!"

"Don't..." Halle grabbed his clothes. "He should be the type of black police officer mentioned in NWA's Fxxktha Police. There are many such people in Los Angeles." She whispered.

Song Ya knows that kind of person, probably a low profile version of BET owner Johnson, similar to the black housekeeper of the white manor house in the plantation era. He is more strict with his compatriots than the white, and always thinks that the black buddies at the bottom are discrediting his ethnic group. He spoke almost in this high-pitched tone, but when he turned to face the white man he was very polite.

It seems that the song created by NWA does have a living foundation.

"You hit him?" the black police officer asked.

"Yeah, I called." Song Ya didn't want to entangle this kind of people too much, took out the phone, and started looking for the lawyer's phone.

"You beat very hard." The black police officer wrote a few pens in the notebook, "Then follow us."

"You can't just take him away, it will be reported by the media." Halle walked half a step forward, trying to communicate with the other party, "and APLUS has just been helping a woman under attack. He is not a violent person. People."

"WhereIsTheLove, right? I like this song very much. Before I saw you, I thought you were different from those Ngers on the street, but now? Hehe... what the singer sings and what he does are completely different, I Having worked in Hollywood for 20 years, APLUS is not uncommon for people like you."

This guy said so much, "Where is the woman you protect? Is it you Halle Berry, yes, I know you too." Finally, he asked something serious.

"It's not me." Hallie replied, turning to find Xue Linfen at the same time as Song Ya who was holding back her anger. She seemed to be alone and not far behind, but now she was not seen on the spot.

A car drove out from the door. Under the lights at the entrance of the manor, Song Ya recognized that Jennifer Lynch was driving, while Xue Linfen was sitting in the passenger seat, and the car was turning on the turn signal to the other side of the road.

"Fxxk! Bi Chi!" Song Ya and her panicked and guilty tears met for a few seconds, and when the car passed the corner, she was suddenly disappointed, and anger surged to her heart, gritted her teeth and cursed.

"You shouldn't do it." Hallie also saw this scene, "Now it's all right..."

"Get in the car, big stars." The black police officer didn't believe it at all. "It won't be too much trouble. You can spend money to settle the white man."

"I won't give him a cent." Song Ya said with a cold face.

"You will, you are afraid to see the newspaper." The black police officer pointed to the opposite side of the street with a pen, where the paparazzi had bypassed Riklubin and several security personnel, and ran to the very front section of the road and began to take pictures here. "Don’t procrastinate, you don’t want to see how I enforce it. If you’re a gangster rap scumbag, I’ve already started doing this now."

"APLUS, hurry up and solve all this!" Riclubin also gave up, ran to Song Ya and said, "Help, I just arrived in Los Angeles."

"Don't be stunned, it's unwise." Hallie took his arm, "Fxxk!" Song Ya could only lower her head to avoid the reporter's camera. She was dragged to the police car and the phone was connected, "Goodman, I……"

"Wait!" Suddenly a voice came from behind.

Song Ya looked back and saw a woman in a denim jacket appearing from the corner. Her blonde hair rose and fluttered with her running. When the light at the entrance of the manor was under the light, it was Xue Linfen’s beautiful face of the famous actress. Unfortunately, the makeup on the face is spent.

"It was indeed Mr. APLUS who protected me just now." She reluctantly raised her mouth and gave a smile when she passed Song Ya, and said to the black police officer.

"Ho!" This time the white police officer over there was not calm, he must have recognized Xue Linfen, and many white men would hide her portrait at home.

"You bitch..." Barry yelled at her.

"Hey! Be careful!" The white police officer stopped him immediately. "Miss Finn, can you describe the situation at the scene?"

"Uh..." Xue Linfen looked at the reporter who kept pressing the flash in the distance, "This man is my ex-boyfriend. He pestered me at the party and beat me..." She rushed to the side of the two police officers. Go over your face to show the bruise on your face.

"I see." The white police officer began to record. "What then? Mr. APLUS helped you teach Mr. Barry, right?"

"It's not a lesson, it's a stop. When he wanted to continue his violence, Mr. APLUS appeared in time and stopped him." She lied, but she couldn't see the flaws. Hollywood actors still have this basic skill.

Hallie took Song Ya's hand and shook quietly.

"This **** is lying!" Barry yelled, "I'm looking for a tabloid to expose you!"

"Do you know Mr. APLUS?" the black police officer asked.

"Unfamiliar, uh, we've seen it before, but haven't said anything." She continued to lie.

The two police officers looked at Song Ya, "We came together and accidentally ran into him and Miss Finn at the scene." Hallie got closer and showed the relationship between the two.

Then all the ‘truth is revealed’, "Shut up, scum." The white police officer went back and pushed Barry, who was still cursing, into the car.

"I want to apply to the court for an injunction, what should I do?" Xue Linfen continued to ask.

"We need a female police officer to check the injury, Beverly Hills..." He looked up for the house number.

"Uh..." Riklubin hesitated.

"Come..." Song Yaduo was clever and reported his address.

"Yes, go to him, me... hehe." Riclubin pointed to the interior of the manor that was about to leave. Many guests had already left the villa and were about to leave.

"Okay." The black police officer reported Song Ya's address to the intercom. "It will be there in about five minutes."

"What's wrong with you? APLUS?" Song Ya found out that Li Goodman, who had been driving his cell phone, was asking anxiously, "It's okay." He hung up, "Old Mike, get out of the car." He dialed Old Mike's phone again. .

"Hey! Didn't you apologize? Compatriots!?" Song Ya shouted to the black police officer's back.

The other party did not respond, and got into the car with the white police officer and escorted Barry away, leaving only a few of them at the door.

"It's okay, Xue Lin." Song Ya felt so relieved and relieved, "You were very brave just now."

She looked down at the ground and did not respond.

Old Mike drove the car out, she got into the driver's seat, Song Ya and Hallie got into the back seat.

The car drove on a quiet road in Beverly Hills. The road conditions were very good, and even tire noise was hard to hear, and the car fell silent.

"I thought you would just leave with Jennifer Lynch like this?" Hallie took the initiative, "APLUS was furious at the time."

"I'm sorry." A word made her cry again.

Song Ya hurriedly pinched Hallie, not allowing her to continue talking.

"You?" Halle stared at his face for a while, then looked at Xue Linfen, "You have known each other a long time ago, right?"

"Here." Very close, Old Mike drove the car into Song Ya's residence, just in time with another police car.

Song Ya opened a guest room and let the policewoman go in with her for an injury test.

"You've known each other a long time ago, haven't you?" Hallie sat down with him in the living room and immediately continued to ask.

"No, she helped a friend who auditioned at my record company and had a deal with me once." Song Ya didn't tell lies.

But Halle didn't seem to be fooled so easily, her eyes were fixed on her.

Without holding back, the eyelashes still trembled.

Hallie first showed a clear sneer, then drilled into his arms, and would never get up because of it. Song Ya didn't push her anyway.

"Please keep in touch and cooperate with our follow-up investigation Miss Finn." The female police officer finished the injury test and left with her companion.

"Thank you for APLUS today, Miss Berry." She came out of the cabin, saw the two who were tired of being together, turned her head and said, "Uh, can the driver take me home?"

"It's okay, you..."

Song Ya looked at her face. She seemed to have applied makeup in it just now, but maybe the mood fluctuates too much, or there is no big mirror in the bedroom, and the side face she slapped by Barry is too thick, and The chromatic aberration on the other side is very obvious, it looks a little bit ridiculous, but I can definitely hold back this time and not be so rude.

"Miss Finn, your makeup..." Hallie stood up and gestured to her face.

"What?" She touched her face in a daze.

"Let's go over there." Hallie took her to the master bedroom.

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Song Ya appeared in the mirror while she was sitting in front of the dressing table and concentrating on picking things up.

She stopped for a moment, said nothing, and continued to smear her face.

"You are fine now." Song Ya said while looking at her in the mirror.

"I am embarrassed today." She put down the puff and picked up her eyeliner.

"Why? You accidentally bumped into a scumbag." Song Ya said, "It's not your fault."

"I have been with Prince (Prince) and Johnny Depp. They are both very diligent. I wanted to find a man who looked reliable, but I didn't expect it to become a laughing stock in Hollywood. Laughing at me picking men’s eyes, laughing at me looking One of my boyfriends is not as good as one, they said it’s like my star journey in Hollywood, and, and my face withered day by day..."

She seemed calm, but she shook her hand inadvertently at the end, so she quickly dropped the eyeliner again, dipped a wet wipe with makeup remover, and carefully wiped it around the corner of her eye.

Song Ya held her moving hand and gently pressed it down, the thick powder on her face was wiped away, revealing the bruise below.

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She was still held by Song Ya with her hands, and did not make any resistance, she was determined to look at her face in the mirror~www.wuxiaspot.com~You are very brave today, that's enough, I heard Yeremov say For your persistence in Hollywood, I think I can identify and understand you. Those mocking words with distorted values ​​are very ridiculous and not worthy. Of course I know that no one can ignore the overwhelming rumors, but I still want to say that you are beautiful now, you are beautiful without makeup, and even if you have bruises on your face..."

Song Ya used her index finger to remove the mist that had just risen from the corner of her eye.

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