Chicago 1990

After many days of interrogation, Sean’s spirit was already on the verge of collapse. He swung his body frantically on the chair, and after a long time he suddenly signed the document, and then threw the pen away, “I only answer questions from New York.”

　　 "Yes."

　　 Carl Letterman was overjoyed, "So when you arrived in New York? We are not interested in the 200,000 stolen money of the Armenian gang, you can rest assured."

　　 "Me, Vic, and..." Sean began to confess.

　　 "Are there any more? Come in, come in!"

The man’s pre-marriage party is naturally only attended by men. The best man Al and Dile are the planners, but the parties in the United States are nothing more than wine, music, dancing, and the old folks of the opposite sex. The only difference is Dile. Both Al and Al are rich now, so they can naturally get the best service.

　　 "hi, aps."

　　 The glamorous girls filed in under Al's greeting, and began to dance around a few people. Of course, it was different from other dances. This is a strip club.

　　 "Let's party!" Dile held Song Ya and handed him a glass of wine, "Today we will not be drunk or go home."

　　 "Say it's not troublesome." The vulgar fan can't touch herself, Song Ya sees that he and Al and others have already drunk, a little bit hilarious.

"Do not worry!"

　　 Amid the deafening music, Al agreed loudly, and opened the bag his attendant had placed on the box seat, "Hey! You guys are a bit perfunctory." shouted to the girls.

　　 "It's Al in the afternoon." The girls usually come to energy at night.

　　 Ai Er took out a handful of green bills from his bag and sprinkled it directly.

　　The girls were happy, screaming and twisting on the dancing floor of the rice knife.

　　 The life of a rich person is so drunk and boring. Song Ya smiled and lay half on the sofa, drinking wine while admiring. He is under a lot of mental pressure and really needs to relax.

　　 However, he thought of his fiancée who might be playing the same game again, his face changed, and he was always upset.

　　 Las Vegas.

　　 "Boys, come in!"

He expected that the pre-marriage party could not be played, and Brenda had already scheduled the show. In the evening, Las Vegas dancers with great figures and suits and shoes also filed in with similar reactions. Patilla Bell and the others who surrounded Mariah Carey screamed because of excitement and stimulation.

　　 The women get together to play better than the men, and Brenda also brought a lot of bills, and smiled and stuffed it into the belt of each dancer.

　　 The music rang and the dancers jumped.

　　 "Not enough, not enough." Patty Rabel had already laughed, but still felt dissatisfied.

　　‘Huh! ’

While the rhythm of the music was accelerating, the dancers suddenly showed their standard eight-pack abs. It turned out that their shirts were just performance props with only a piece of cloth on the front of the chest. Music, wine, and a strong hormonal breath were diffused. .

　　 "Ooh, not enough!"

Patty Rabel wanted to see more, "ii, don't be constrained, let that man die, we are here to have fun in Las Vegas." She saw that only Mariah Carey with the wine had no big reaction. .

　　 "You and Brenda won't let them..." Mariah Carey was a little worried, pointing to the dancers who kept discharging herself in front of her.

　　 "Are you so afraid of him being angry?" Patty Rabel asked.

　　 "Will I be afraid of him?"

　　 Mariah Carey retorted, but immediately her expression became tangled, "It's just that I miss him a bit."

　　 "Hey, the woman in love..." Patty Labell sighed, "How long has it been apart? Then you can just talk softly in front of him before you come, and I promise, he won't be so angry."

　　 "Hmm..." She took a sip of her drink proudly.

　　 "Ah!"

　　 When the light dimmed, the dancers took off their suits and threw them away. Brenda caught one and screamed carelessly again.

　　 Patty Labelle also started to get hilarious, twisting the waist of the bucket into the dance floor and twisting the favorite boy.

　　 Mariah Carey smiled reluctantly, she glanced at the female assistant somewhat helplessly.

On the Chicago side, Song Ya was already drinking a little bit. The glamorous show arranged by Al and Dile has reached its fourth appearance. Now there is a wave of higher quality and more scheming girls in front of him, as a bar. The most dazzling star in the movie, he began to be teased by the girls.

　　 "I'm a little tired, Al."

　　 He knew that this would not work anymore. The more he drank, the more his self-control became weaker and weaker. He didn't want to be sorry for his fiancée at this time, "I want to rest early."

　　 "You can't? Brother, the night is still long, we will be hi till dawn!" Daa, drunk and hugging the two girls, interjected, "It will be my turn next time."

　　 "Uh, forget it, I'll go back, Al."

　　 Big a design program? Song Ya didn't even dare to stay, and stood up.

　　 "Hey, don't spoil the aps, this is your pre-wedding party..." Dile persuaded.

"Let's play, I'm really tired." Song Ya can only apologize to his best man and friends. It really hurts his friends to do so. Almost everyone explained it before getting out. "Mawota, Go back to Highland Park."

"Ok."

　　 Mavota started the car, left the strip bar, and merged into the traffic going north. "There is a car behind to follow the boss." He glanced at the rearview mirror and said.

　　 "The fbi that old Mike said?" Song Ya held back his drunkenness, turned his head and glanced, "They don't hide it much."

　　 "Will you get rid of them?" Mavota asked.

　　 "Forget it, just drive home as normal, but I didn't find it." Song Ya replied.

　　 Las Vegas, the burdens on the dancers are almost gone. They cover the key parts with their hats, and the women laugh and make noises one after another with black accents.

When the most handsome lead dancer was only one meter away from herself, "Enough." Mariah Carey raised her hand to stop the other party from jumping on the key parts that are getting closer and closer to her, "I can't do this, I don't like this "She stood up decisively and walked out firmly.

　　 "Where to go? ii?"

　　The movements of the others stopped and looked at her.

　　 "Go home, right now." She told the female assistant, "Let the crew prepare, and I will leave when I arrive."

　　 "But your little fiance is in Chicago!" Patty Labelle shouted.

　　 "Then go back to Chicago, you guys have fun and have fun." She didn't look back.

　　 Soon, the beautiful wings of Gulfstream 4sp disappeared over Las Vegas and flew towards Chicago.

　　 Mawota drove the car into the Highland Park, "What's wrong here?" Song Ya found a lot of debris on the lawn, and some staff were cleaning it.

　　 "Linda said that Taraji had a party here yesterday." Mavota replied, "It just ended yesterday. Do you want to call the cleaning staff away?"

"No need to."

　　 Song Ya remembered that he had promised to lend her this place for two days, "I just need to sleep here for one night without disturbing others."

　　 "I have sent the letter."

　　 The old Mike, who was chatting with Linda at the door, said in his ear, "I have checked again here, and there is no sign of eavesdropping."

　　 "Okay, I drink a little too much, so I just want to get a good night's sleep."

　　He walked directly to the master bedroom, where he met Taraji, and Juliana Marguerite...

　　 "Hey, aps, sorry, my party messed up your place a bit."

Julianna Marguerite dressed up very beautifully today. She seems to be checking out with the party company~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Just handing the signed check to the other party, she rolled her eyes mockingly, "My You can’t afford the party here..."

　　 "You are already a resident actor. The ratings of stories in the emergency room are very good. You won't say that in the next season."

　　 Song Ya leaned against the wall and waited for Old Mike to open the door and smiled politely.

　　 "I can only pray that the screenwriter will not write down my role again." She also laughed.

　　The spirits of wine poured in, Song Ya looked at Alicia's much younger and more beautiful face in front of him, and there was something strange in his mind. Mrs. Flock was very upset today...

　　 They both have similar hairstyles today...

　　 Juliana and Alicia gradually merged into one in his vague sight.

　　 "Come in for a chat?"

　　 The heart defense that has been holding on to the present suddenly collapsed, and the ghostly inviting, very simple and rude.

　　 was invited into the bedroom. Juliana Marguerite was stunned. She opened her mouth slightly, not knowing how to react, so she looked at Taraji beside her.

　　 The old Mike, who just pushed the door open, snorted when he heard this, but did not express his opinion.

"Okay."

No wonder the former assistant twisted his waist and began to beat the drums with experience, "Julianna, talk to aps? Didn't you dance together when you danced my life audition? I'll accompany you." .