Chicago 1990

‘Eachyousayhugme, DingDongDingDong, Eachyousayloveme, DingDongDingDong’

At this time, the wedding in Bedford Mountain Villa has begun, and luxury cars drove the distinguished guests. They filed into the manor under the flashing lights of the media at the entrance of the Villa. The traffic jam error last night was lost after Song Ya's temper with the service company. Happen again.

The glamorous men and women will first pass through the beautiful arches and the promenade composed of small fountain sculptures and flowers, and show the invitation cards to the waiting guide, and then they will be led to the stage with a white roof in the middle of the large lawn. , One by one round tables covered with beautiful tablecloths, their seats have been marked by their names.

The band on the stage has not yet started to play, and it happens to be playing Zhou Caiqin’s song TheDingDongSong. They will rest in their seats for a while, leave coats or other personal belongings to the waiter, and hold the champagne glasses to communicate with the people next to them. Communication, wait until the time to go to the temporary church in the distance to participate in the oath ceremony.

"Who does this kid think he is? A British prince?"

Underwood came a little late. This extravagant grand battle made him feel a little uncomfortable. While complaining to Claire who was holding his hand, he walked into the church accompanied by Hamlin who came to meet him, and sat down until he belonged to him. In the front row position, he greeted Song Ya, who was already standing beside Jesse Jackson, who was wearing a brand-new priest's uniform, and was smiling at him.

"This guy is finally here."

Seeing Underwood and the Michelle and his wife, the Russell State Representative and other small politicians begin to communicate in a low voice, Song Ya, who has endured countless light, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Politicians like Dingkins did not appear today. Yes, they will only show up at the kind of dinner that was held in advance last night. Now the main benches in the front of the church are relatives and friends, as well as his and Mariah Carey’s friends in the entertainment circle, or friends of friends.

The Donkey Party and Dangbian couples are the biggest politicians on the scene today. If this astute guy doesn't break his promise, he will definitely not be in a good mood.

Wearing a big-size suit, Biggie, who is about to sing together, is also late. He and a joking follower get into the empty seat and sit down. Song Ya lifts his chin.

Others such as Daniel, Newman, Linton, Paikinsley, Catherines, Gloria, Scout brothers, BABYFACE, etc. were all sitting in the row across the aisle from the Underwood couple.

Then Passy Sutton, Shirley Fleming, Barenboi, John Galliano and other celebrities in the media and fashion circles.

There are also people behind the recording industry such as Walt and Roberto Klevell, as well as actors who have collaborated with Adam Sandra and Terrence Howard. They and Rakim, Kane Dad, Dre, Snoop Dogg, Hip-hop singers such as NAS and Common sit clearly on both sides, equally separated by the middle aisle.

The executives, singers and their friends of Song Ya's various companies, Mariah Carey's aunt backing troupe also occupied a large part, and there were other guests in the back row who knew and did not know.

Song Ya tried his best to take care of everyone who shined with stars.

"Don't be nervous, kid." Aunt Susie behind her smiled.

"Me? I'm not nervous..."

He turned around and had fun with Dile, Al, Big A and other best man groups for a while, and even the old Mike wore a formal suit that he had never seen before.

"The time is coming." Jesse Jackson reminded him, then cleared his throat, and began to talk after the noisy church was quiet.

Song Ya was indeed a little nervous at this time. He kept finishing his dresses, his eyes aimed at the door, and he was a little bit embarrassed and expectant. Today we are getting married!

When Jesse Jackson finished her speech, the wedding march sounded, the church door opened, and a white wedding dress appeared. The beautiful Mariah Carey appeared holding her father's hand and approached herself. Behind her, King Weiwei and the Flower Girl Ring Boys kept taking care of the long tail.

The only GQ photographer allowed to take pictures began to press the flash.

"Today we are gathered in front of God and guests for A... The sacred wedding of the newlyweds of Alexander Song and Mariah Carey..."

Song Ya stared at the shy, low-hanging face under the veil, and Jesse Jackson's voice in his ear became farther and farther away and blurred.

"Cough." Jesse Jackson coughed.

"Oh, I do." He found Mariah Carey quietly raising her head and staring at herself, and said quickly.

The guests let out a low, suppressed laugh.

"Mariah Carey, would you like to..."

"I am willing." She said without hesitation.

Tony and the others started to laugh and laugh.

"Please exchange tokens for the bride and groom." After saying a few rehearsed vows, the two put the wedding ring on each other's left ring finger and kissed each other, and then read a short paragraph in the applause and congratulations. The Bible, and then Jesse Jessison said a long paragraph, and the ceremony was completed.

Song Ya nodded with her father Mariah Carey who had zero communication throughout the whole process, and then hugged her mother and Aunt Susie, who were tearful in their eyes, and set one arm up, let her hold her arms, and the guests on both sides stood applauded and flowered Under the guidance of the children, they left the church slowly.

At the door, there are many programs of throwing flowers. The wedding is solemn and grand, and it is indeed perfect. On the contrary, the two themselves are a little tired, and they are constantly socializing and laughing. After holding on, the two trot into the convertible wedding car hand in hand. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ho!"

Mariah Carey admired the wedding ring arrogantly while complaining casually: "I'm going to take a rest next time, I blame you, I'm busy with the preparations, and you have been lazy."

"I don't have any, I'm under a lot of pressure, okay?" Song Ya looked at her tenderly, "but thank you for your hard work, dear."

"Hmm, just know it."

She waited for Tony and the others to help straighten out the tail of the old wedding dress that was behind the car, and asked the driver to drive.

"You don't blame me, do you? Mimi." Song Ya hugged her.

"Do you have to mention that today?"

"Don't mention it, don't mention it, never mention it again."

The wedding car quickly drove to the door of the villa. The two got off the car and returned to the room with the help of Linda and others who came out to pick them up. They changed their clothes, took a rest, and had a sweet fight.

Around noon, the two appeared on the stage full of blood. The Grammy and Tony Award winners YOYO and Liya Salonga, whom they had bought at a premium, were playing and singing to the guests.

"thanks, thanks."

Sincerely thank the two of them, today they don’t want to sing even a single sentence, "Thank you everyone for coming today, my wife and I..."

He took the microphone and said a well-designed thank you speech to the guests who had already been seated at the round table, "Please Mr. Underwood..."

Underwood raised his hand with a hypocritical smile in the front row, "Come on, Mr. Underwood, say something to everyone..." He invited him again, and then simply stepped down and pulled him up.

"Thank you, thank you. I met APLUS a long time ago. At that time, I was just a Congressman of Illinois, Russell, just like you now..."

They were all said beforehand. Underwood came naturally prepared and pointed to Russell, who was already holding a glass of wine, joking ‘drink less’ before giving a speech.

Then, accompanied by uninterrupted live music and performances, the guests began to enjoy food.

In the afternoon, Song Ya sent the Underwood couple who had left in advance.

"Mitchell's husband will also run for the State House of Representatives next year, right? Hyde Park electorate." Underwood asked, taking the coat from the waiter.

"It should be, I don't understand this, Mr. Underwood." Song Ya smiled.

"It's almost impossible for the Elephant Party to win over there, but the opponents in the party are very strong." Underwood said: "But it should be no problem with your support. Mayor Daley will also take care of his former assistant Michelle."

"I know, where's Russell? He was in danger when he was re-elected last year."

Song Ya looked worriedly at Russell who was already drinking a little bit.

"The election of the House of Representatives every two years is too torturous." Underwood followed his gaze and frowned with dissatisfaction. "Dow moved a lot of production capacity to Detroit, and now there are more and more workers there. The more dissatisfied, and the more and more nearby residents, the political forces opposed to the existence of the factory will naturally become stronger..."

"Are you going?" Song Ya has learned about the situation, and it is getting harder and harder to rely on the workers and family members of Barn Company to win in that electoral district.

"The party may transfer him to a new constituency and run for the Federal House of Representatives. There are more workers in that constituency, and the opponents of the Elephant Party are also stronger. It is difficult to win, but... it depends on him. Although he is a drunkard, he is indeed a rare talent to mingle with the workers."

Underwood still takes care of Russell. Everyone knows that it will be extremely difficult for him to re-elect to the House of Representatives in his original electoral district next year~www.wuxiaspot.com~ And the local donkey party sending him to run for the Federal House of Representatives can be considered a certain degree of promotion. The prerequisite is to win the election.

"Okay, I know, I will continue to give him some support, but the intensity will not be great, you know, this guy is drinking more and more." Song Ya is now not able to listen to Ande completely. Wood is the man doing things.

"I understand." Underwood reached out his hand.

After some important guests left one after another, Song Ya and Mariah Carey were busy welcoming and sending them off.

As the dusk approached, a large number of white guests came over, most of them were local entertainment and media, fashion industry celebrities in New York, as well as old Larry, Blackhitch, etc., hurried over from the West Coast and beyond.

"Legs are sore."

Mariah Carey stole away and leaned her head lightly on his shoulder and complained.

"Unexpectedly, getting married would be so tiring..."

Song Ya leaned against the arch and hugged her, staring at the villas and lawns where people came and went. The glorious lights, scenery and fireworks in the world sighed, in a trance, it seemed a bit unclear whether this was a dream or the truth. Of life.

"Huh?" She suddenly raised her head and looked in the direction of the arch. A woman in a professional suit appeared there. Her face was distorted with anger. She raised her hand and slapped him, "Did you invite her? APLUS! You are too much! I hate you!"

"what happened again?"

Song Ya inexplicably touched her face and followed her gaze. Oh, it was Peter Flock’s wife Alicia...

Obviously the dusk is vague

Why is there still a clear shadow

Can't tell if it's happy or surprised

Can't tell if it is a dream or true

Seems to be an arrow

Penetrated my heart

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