Chicago 1990

Shakira has been mingling with the Latin gang of Sony Columbia Records. When Song Ya passed by, she was holding Amy and her friends around the "leader" Gloria couple. Huang Yuan and Brenda have Latin American backgrounds. The singers were also there, and they were discussing passionately in Spanish like a machine gun.

"APLUS! Congratulations."

Gloria found Song Ya who was quietly watching from the outside, "Come on, let's talk together."

"I have a mission..." Song Ya smiled apologetically and said to Brenda: "Mimi wants to change clothes."

"That woman is really troublesome."

Brenda was a member of the bridesmaid group. She raised her neck and killed the champagne. "There was no such a princess before." She grinned and left.

"Are you talking about football?"

Song Ya didn't understand Spanish, but when he heard the word Brazil frequently mentioned by the other party, he used this topic to get into it and naturally joined them.

"Yes, we agree that Brazil is most likely to win the championship, what do you think of APLUS?" Gloria's husband Estefan asked.

"Uh, I rarely watch the ball..."

Song Ya took the wine glass handed over by the other party, "I was embarrassed just now, I may be a little offensive in commenting on Colombia's words." He took the opportunity to say to Shakira.

"It's okay." She sipped her drink, avoiding her gaze.

"Amy, do you understand Spanish too?" Song Ya had to provoke another former forest.

Amy smiled shyly and shook her head.

"How much can you understand APLUS?" Gloria asked.

"Uh... hello, goodbye, thank you..." Song Ya searched as much as he could for the few sentences he knew.

"#%#!..." Shakira suddenly changed to another language similar to Spanish.

Her album producer Ochoa also responded in that language.

"Uh..." I felt like I was driving myself away, the atmosphere became a bit awkward, "It's Portuguese." Gloria explained with a smile.

"APLUS! Here comes the Underwoods, and the Flocks."

Fortunately, Goodman ran over to find him at this time, "I'm sorry, let's be out of company." Song Ya fled in embarrassment, "Go and say hello to GQ photographers and videographers. When shooting politicians, you must first get the other's permission."

"Hey, Mr. Underwood, Claire, Peter, Alicia, thank you for coming."

He went to socialize with the party whip couple and the former state prosecutor's couple. "How many photos shall we take?" Underwood saw a hesitant cameraman standing on the periphery, and took the initiative to walk to the center of the lawn and asked: "Your brother and aunt, they What?"

"Are you together?" Song Ya asked.

"of course can."

"Okay, Linda, go get them here."

"Linda, too, take a picture together."

The two politicians and couples took a group of African Americans and took a lot of group photos. Mariah Carey, who changed into another outfit halfway through, joined her mother and brother.

"Wait, little Daley will come too?"

The scene gradually evolved into a photo session of the distinguished guests and the two newcomers, Biflock asked in a low voice when he left.

"Not sure, the Mayor of Chicago's office called me before, if nothing else..."

Before Song Ya’s words were over, Mayor Daly’s motorcade had reached the door. The family managed Chicago’s politics like an iron bucket. His father had been mayor for more than 20 years. After his death, his son stumbled and took it after a slight setback. Mantle, continue to do it.

"Mr. Mayor will only stay for about ten minutes." Michelle came to remind.

Daly came with the Michele and his wife, a standard white politician, who had never dealt with Song Ya before, but Michelle had been an assistant to the mayor for a period of time.

"Thank you, Michel." Song Ya took a photo with their fiancée and immediately knocked on the wine glasses to gather the guests together, first gave a brief speech of thanks and compliments, and then gave the protagonist to Daly .

"I personally watched APLUS grow up in Chicago step by step. He is a role model for the community to strive for itself..."

The mayor’s office brought the photography team itself, and Daly chatted a few words around Song Ya, and then began to talk about politics.

"It seems that the Simpson case helped you indirectly? Boss."

Yeremov leaned behind Song Ya and said in a low voice, "These politicians like you very much."

"Yeah." Song Ya nodded slightly. Simpson's team was turning him into a black star who was persecuted by white police officers. This began to provoke the racial hostility that had subsided slightly after the Rodney King case, politicians outside Los Angeles. We definitely don't want to make a shot in our own jurisdiction now.

"I'm staring at you, keep going, don't go the wrong way."

When Daly finished his speech, he patted Song Ya’s arm, "Hey, David, how are you doing?" He saw David Geffen and confessed to the staff around him, delaying his departure time, and Underwood Together, I went to socialize with Hollywood and recording industry bigwigs such as David Geffen, Simberg, Doug Morris, and Daniel.

Not long after, the vice president of Dow who just arrived joined them.

Peter Flock, who had not regained the throne of the state attorney, was ignored. He was a little lost and his wife Alicia was accompanied by Claire and gathered with another group of people.

The live band’s joyful songs one after another, the inexhaustible wine and food, although Mariah Carey made the engagement party a little bit nouveau riche under the staff of her godmother Patilla Bell, but overall it is very perfect.

As the night approaches, the political and business leaders have already left one after another. Apart from their family and friends, there are only friends from the record and film industry.

"The time is almost up, I'll change my clothes again."

Mariah Carey took Brenda to change again.

"APLUS, come here!" The hip-hop singers were not very comfortable with the atmosphere of the cocktail party. They gradually occupied the double-decker yacht by the pier and started a party there.

Song Ya was pulled over by Al, who was also the best man group. Dion Wilson set up a DJ station on the second floor of the yacht, and young and beautiful men and women danced on the first deck.

"Derry! Snoop Dogg!" they cheered loudly.

"M-Fxxk I'm looking for APLUS to charge performance fees."

Snoop Dogg picked up the microphone jokingly, and the DJ stage resounded on the West Coast gangster funk's iconic soothing rhythm and high-frequency glide, "Yo, Yo...It\'slikeeverywhereIlookandeverywhereIgo..." He started freestyle.

After a cursory glance, Amy, Shakira, and Taraji are all there, and Juliana Marguerite, who has participated in the audition for the dance of my life, should be the story crew of the emergency room following Amplin Entertainment Together, it seems that there is a small character in it, and Taraji seems to be working in this TV series.

The dancing girls are naturally surrounded by wild bees and butterflies. Song Ya noticed that a very mature and masculine guy is particularly popular. It should be called George Clooney, the hero of the emergency room story ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Snoopy After the dog sang the song and pointed it over with the microphone, Song Ya was watching the men who hit Amy and Shakira vigilantly. He waved his hands again and again, "Let Shakira come." He took the opportunity to give Shakira a chance to show her face.

"Shakira! Shakira!"

Amy and Taraji booed drunkly.

Shakira was pulled onto the stage by a man who was pleased with her. She took a few moments of evasion and took the microphone generously, still singing Portuguese songs without even looking at herself.

Song Ya, who could understand her resolute meaning, was a little sad, "Time is up! APLUS!" Dile and Al came over to pull him.

Pulled back to the villa, the family and guests of both parties have already besieged the city for two rows, and Mariah Carey, who has changed back to a white veil, sat on the chair at the end, holding a bunch of flowers, slightly tilted her head, she rarely showed a shy look ,so gorgeous.

OMG, that **** fat...oh no, sweet.

Nossa, nossa

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Song Ya shook his head to temporarily shake off the image of the bucket mother and the new apocalypse song that he didn't understand. He reached into his pocket and held the engagement ring tightly. Surrounded by the four best men, he slowly stepped on the rose petals. The finished floor is close.

People laughed, people screamed, twisted their bodies with music, and the engagement party reached its climax.

Delícia, delícia

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Song Ya knelt on one knee and put the ring in her hands, who was so nervous that her chest was constantly rising and falling. People began to cheer, laugh, spray ribbons and flower petals flying, and the two eyes met and embraced.