Chicago 1990

"What's wrong? Halle, let go..."

He was inexplicably guilty, so Hallie obediently carried him to the next room.

"You came just right, guess what happened when I asked the best fitness trainer in Hollywood?!" Hallie asked with her arms folded, "Xilin Fenjie got here first, she paid a lot of money, and that fitness trainer is not available to talk to me now. Yes! She also hired the best nutritionist in Hollywood!"

"Maybe for an audition? There is a supporting role for her in the cat and mouse game."

Hey, it turns out that Xue Linfen still cares about what she said last time, Song Yale, "She really should lose weight."

"What about me!? I'm going to be in the epic film King Solomon and Sheba in the first half of the year! She only plays a supporting role, and now I am the one who needs body management services most!"

Halle said excitedly: "Do you know who I play? The first queen in the Bible, Sheba! Queen of Sheba! I want to be in the best, best, and best state in that movie. appear!"

"Queen of Sheba? The queen from the Bible and the Ethiopian legend?" Song Ya asked: "That's not bad. It was made for you personally. Which one of the seven projects? The salary is good?"

"European funds were invested in the film, and the remuneration did not match the heroine of the epic blockbuster, but I thought it was a good opportunity, so I took it." She answered casually.

"Do you still need fitness for your body shape? It's perfect enough." Song Ya looked at her up and down. Well, the figure is too good, and it hasn't changed a little bit from before. "You don't need the best fitness trainer at all? "

"I need, uh, don't interrupt!"

She tilted her head and stared at Song Ya, "Go to her and help me get the coach back."

"I'm not going..."

Song Ya shrugged, "It's not the coach I helped her find."

"really not?"

"Really, she should have spent money to find it herself."

"That's the question..." she asked, "How can Xue Linfen have the financial resources to grab someone from me?"

"On, just ask a fitness coach." Song Ya was amused by her words, "The word "increasing financial resources is too much."

"It's a bit ridiculous to you, but not to us. Xue Linfen is too angry, and hasn't received any new dramas recently..."

Halfway through her conversation, she suddenly remembered something and snapped her fingers, "Wait, how much did you give her? You gave her a lot of money?"

"Of course I have to pay some money to raise Robb," Song Ya replied.

"How much?" she asked.

"What is there to ask?" Song Ya was a little upset. "She didn't ask me for money. I gave it voluntarily, not much. On average, it was only about half a million dollars a year."

"Fifty? Multiply by eighteen..."

She immediately counted her fingers and counted, "WTF!" screamed angrily, "You gave her nearly ten million!?"

"Okay, okay, let's go to rehearse, I finally have time to come, and I am also interested." Song Yala.

"A hairpin worth ten million is really expensive!" She sneered jealously, "I knew I had used this trick too."

"Your short hair doesn't need that." Song Ya smiled.

The answer was wrong, and she suddenly grabbed Song Ya's belt buckle and unlocked it, "I also want a long-term meal ticket! Uuuuu..."

"Don't, don't do this, Halle..."

Song Ya was caught off guard, so she had to protect her belt and back again and again, "Shall we go to rehearsal, shall we go to rehearsal? Stop it, stop it..."

"Then! Choose a girl younger than you to be your lover! Otherwise your love will not be evergreen..."

Finally got rid of her entanglement, although a little embarrassed, but occasionally joking with the forests is quite interesting, for the tree can not do anything, at least everyone is still very good friends, Song Ya and Halle returned to the classroom , He read the Duke's lines, "The woman is just like a delicate rose, and the flower turns withered soon after it blooms."

Taraji: "Yes, I'm sorry for her glorious moments, the early branches can't keep the spring breeze..." She has practiced many times, and can be partly written, and she can perform real performances with her body movements and expressions.

Then the classroom calmed down and the rehearsal got stuck.

"Who's turn?" Song Ya asked.

"Harry?" Amy looked at Halley.

Halle looked at the script, "Amy, why did you give me the role of court jester? Let's change."

"No!" Amy smirked and rejected the script in her arms, so the two scrambled.

The whole afternoon was spent in relaxed and happy rehearsals and laughter, until the old Mike came to report that the Chicago Airport had reopened and was ready to board the plane.

"I wish a happy new year."

Song Ya hugged and said goodbye to them like friends for many years, "I'll ask you another good fitness trainer." He said to Halle.

"No, I was just emotionally unstable just now. You know, women always have a few days." Hallie smiled and waved, "It's better now. A good coach should be reserved for those who need him most."

"Amy, how about you? Has the braces nurse's drama been thoroughly eaten?" he asked Amy again.

"In the end, she betrayed the protagonist, right? A not very flattering character." Amy said.

"Nothing." Song Ya recalled the original film a bit. "At that time, it will not be handled exactly like the original. The script in your hand is relatively old, and subsequent versions will play down the plot of your betrayal of the male protagonist. Besides, a world-renowned story. When the deep young nurse suddenly learned that her boyfriend was a well-known fraudster and was wanted by the FBI, it was normal for her psychological defense to collapse."

"Well, I got it."

Amy nodded obediently.

"I wish a happy new year." Taraji offered to hug her.

After the boring journey, Song Ya returned to Chicago and did not go to Highland Park, but went to Hyde Park to prepare to celebrate the New Year with Aunt Susie and the others, where he bid farewell to 1994.

‘Idon\'twantalotforChristmas, There\', Idon\'tcareaboutpresents, UnderneaththeChristmastree...’

As soon as she and Mariah Carey talked to each other on the phone and opened the door, she heard her AllIWantforChristmasIsYou in the living room, Aunt Susie and Tony, Silencer, Connie, Emily, Little Freddy and the doorman Vigorously gather around the table and share food lively.

"Hey, brother."

Seeing him entering the door, Tony greeted him and greeted him with a sigh of relief, "I heard about Sinaloa. It's the former little Binney. Are you scared by him? I didn't expect him to be so cold-blooded. AK family..."

"Okay, okay, don't mention it again, okay? Tony." Song Ya interrupted him with a wry smile.

"Okay, Little Lori..."

"He was locked up in a protective lock by the prison, otherwise I don't know what will happen, and the outside media are trying to interview him." Song Ya explained a few words, "I'd like to talk about this."

"Well, come on, let's have something to eat together." Tony worked in San Francisco, a man who had matured a lot, smiled and put his arm around his shoulder, and the two walked to the table together.

"APLUS, aren't you going out? I plan to give them a vacation." Old Mike came over and asked.

"If you don't go out anymore, let's take a vacation." Song Ya asked him to send most of the bodyguards away.

"Mike, Marvota, come and sit down," Aunt Susie greeted.

"Go, I have to go to the room to lie down for a while, there is something wrong with my body parts." Old Mike patted Mavota on the shoulder, "Do I have to keep the room?"

"Keep it for you." Aunt Susie replied.

Old Mike walked into the small room he used to live in, put down his luggage, and turned on the radio. There was still this Christmas song in it.

‘Iwon\'tmakealistandsendit, TotheNorthPoleforSaintNick, Iwon\'tevenstayawaketo, Hearthosemagicreindeerclick, \'CauseIjustwantyouheretonight...’

He lay down on the bed and started to daze.

"Boss Kenneth!? Why are you?"

The memory came to the yard that day. He slowly turned his head and saw Kenneth wearing a shabby blue denim jacket.

"Mike? WTF what are you doing here!?" Kenneth's expression was also surprised.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he immediately launched, hitting the wrist that looked like the opponent holding a gun at the fastest speed, then bent and bent, and took the gun down like lightning.

Strong and weak change hands.

Kenneth's mouth remained the same as it was when he was speaking, before he could close it.

"You speak first." He picked up the muzzle and asked coldly.

"I..." Kenneth was still hesitating, and suddenly a gunshot shot.

"Fxxk!" Kenneth cursed and clutched his chest, his eyes widened in horror, "Mike you...you are so cruel!"

"I didn't shoot." He rolled his eyes.

Kennedy lowered his head and fumbled for a while on his chest, and finally confirmed that he had not been shot.

At this time, there were a few more gunshots across the road, getting closer and closer.

Then Sinaloa rushed out of the bushes over there and ran straight here.

The two quickly retreated to a quiet place.

FBI agents followed closely, and after a few shots across the gate of the yard, Sinaloa suddenly fell to the ground, covering his chest in pain.

"Don't try to save him." He said to Kenneth~www.wuxiaspot.com~I...I'm not here to save him..." Kenneth stared at the struggling Sinaloa on the ground, muttering to himself with an expression. Mixed with guilt and other complex emotions.

The FBI agent hid outside and shouted a few warning statements that police officers often said. Until he felt that Sinaloa on the ground had stopped moving, he walked in vigilantly, pointed a gun at him and slowly approached, kicking off his hand. After the gun, the injuries were checked.

Then the running sound of Vic and Sean came.

"Who is there!?"

The FBI agent confirmed that they were his own, put them in and asked Vic to call an ambulance.

But when Vic re-entered the door, he was holding an M1911 in his right hand, staring fiercely at the agent who turned his back to him, and kept moving his gun-holding wrist.

She and Kenneth both guessed what Vic was going to do, a shot was fired, and then witnessed Vic kill Sinaloa, and then falsified the scene with Shaun who had been complaining.

"WTF..." Kenneth stared blankly. He covered his mouth and desperately suppressed his voice.

"Check the neighborhood carefully!" Vic ordered Sean.

He knew that he couldn't stay here anymore. If Vic found out, it wouldn't be better whether it was a fight or another choice, so he took advantage of the night and walked away silently.

There was another rustle behind him. Looking back, Kenneth was following him, crawling desperately trying not to make a sound.

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