Chicago 1990

Chapter 840: If i was a boy

"Let's go, hum."

Mariah Carey walked out of the doctor's room, accompanied by Patty Labelle, and saw Song Ya and Linda waiting at the door, rolled her eyes, took back the handbag that agent Sandy Glen helped carry, and walked outside the clinic.

"Mimi, how did it turn out?" Song Yasan followed.

She didn't reply, Patty Label helped to answer: "There is no big problem. The doctor urged to keep a good mood, reduce work intensity, and check Barabara regularly... Don't worry, I will take care of her."

"What is published in the tabloid is not true." Song Ya explained, "The shooting time of many photos has been tampered with..."

"Is it important?"

Mariah Carey didn't turn her head back, "Women will be scolded for cheating, but men are ridiculed but women are ridiculed. They have no charm and can't hold men's hearts..."

She wiped her hands at the corners of her eyes, "It's not fair. Sometimes I always think, if I were a boy, then I don't have to endure so hard now..."

Song Ya had to shut up again and silently followed. Inside the emptied clinic, there was only the sound of a group of people's footsteps, and the two bodyguards blocked the intersection in front of them.

IfIwereaboy

If i was a boy

Evenjustforaday

Even for one day

I’drolloutofbedinthemorningAndthrowonwhatIwantedandgo

I will get up early in the morning and go out with whatever suits I want

DrinkbeerwiththeguysAndchaseaftergirls

Then drink with my brothers and make women

I’dkickitwithwhoIwantedAndI’dnevergetconfrontedforit

See who is not pleasing to the eye, rush up to beat him, anyway, you don’t have to be responsible

Becausethey’dstickupforme

Because brothers will take care of everything

When approaching the door, Old Mike let her brother Morgan in.

"I called Alison, and she admitted that she said that because of the paparazzi."

Morgan hurriedly explained to his sister, "This time it was her fault. My mother and I are trying to persuade her."

"How much money does she want to seal this time?" Sandy Glen asked.

"Let me take care of it, Mimi, Sandy, Patty, you all get in the car." Song Ya took the matter over, "Go, go home and rest first."

"Mom is very worried about you, give her a call!" Morgan called to her back.

"I know." She replied, and then got into the extension Lincoln.

Song Ya watched the car, then turned around and stared at Morgan coldly.

"Uh……"

The thin bamboo pole-like older brother-in-law shrank his neck in an instant, "Don't be provoked by APLUS, I didn't say those words in the tabloid."

"You complained to others about me, didn't you?" Song Ya pressed on step by step, and the five- and three-thin bodyguards such as Mawota made the brother-in-law back step by step.

"I just complained about your attitude towards Mimi's family. I'm not the kind of person who is in front of a set behind a set, APLUS, don't... don't do it again! Do you only do this?"

Morgan leaned his back against the wall and seemed to have gained some courage. He struck his neck and argued loudly.

"APLUS, this is the hospital." Old Mike reminded from behind.

Song Ya looked back at the situation around him. The gynecologist who had just examined Mariah Carey poked his head out of the office door, "I will keep staring at you Morgan." He sternly touched Morgan's chest with his fingers, "Pay attention to you. Don’t give people any more clues to the question. I’m the last warning."

Morgan didn't dare to do anything in front of him, lowered his head, and squeezed out of the bodyguard without a word.

"Did he drive here?" Song Ya asked. After receiving the affirmative answer from Old Mike, he left it alone, scratched his head and said, "Alison..."

He was about to discuss with Linda the trouble caused by Mariah Carey's sister, "I'll find a way on Alison's side." Sandy Glen went back the same way, and he shouldn't get in the car just now.

"What way?" Song Ya asked.

"It's nothing more than giving money. Don't worry, I see a lot and I will deal with it." Sandy Glen said: "Can't use any special means to deal with her sister? It would be counterproductive, and neither she nor her family I will be happy to see that scene."

"You will take care of it? You used to take MJ's sister Latoya, you can't help it, remember?" Song Ya was not relieved of his assurance.

"Latoya is because MJ cares too much about her family and wants to rescue her sister from her gangster boyfriend." Sandy Glen smiled bitterly. "The celebrity family is nothing more than blackmailing and wanting to get some money. Just be satisfied, as long as you control it. Don’t give too much, Alison doesn’t have the imagination to spend money. That kind of worms can go away for a while when they get money."

"Ok……"

Song Ya thought for a while and nodded, "If your method is invalid, tell me immediately, and I will use my method again."

"Don't, don't interfere with Miss Kelly's housework. APLUS, you already..."

Sandy Glenn still refused, "We will take care of our own affairs, don't help, okay? And your side...can stop your brothers and sisters from talking nonsense by ex-boyfriends and ex-girlfriends?"

"I don't care anymore, and I can't hurt Mimi and the child in her stomach."

Song Ya shrugged. After the hard copy of the outline gossip broke out, what was left was that the tabloids filled in the blanks according to the "pointing" in the text. I believe that as the news fermented, more and more "materials" will be said. All, anyway, there are too many lice, but I can’t take care of it temporarily...

"Okay." Sandy Glen pulled him away from the crowd and asked solemnly: "Did the report involving Motula's ex-wife and children be released under your instructions?"

"I?"

Song Ya certainly doesn't admit it, "I won't be so bottomless."

"I know you might be stimulated by the mention of Robb in the hardcopy article."

Sandy Glenn did not entangle this question, and continued: "But I want to remind you that that report can never be related to Motula. Hard copy is MJ’s least favorite media, and there is not even one of them. The administrators of China will not do anything that offends the biggest benefactor. This is likely to be a hard-copy autonomous action. They are originally a bunch of lunatics."

"And you, so quickly fought back against his family, especially the children... You know, Italians value family, offspring, family honor and hometown the most. You will drive him crazy, and the consequences are likely to be very serious! You! I think the Mafia really has completely withdrawn from the underground world? Their current organizational power is not comparable to that of African-American gangs. They don't like to play with your hard work, a fatal blow!"

"It seems impossible is always possible in the end, thinking backwards, eh? Sandy."

Song Ya tapped on his temple, "Moreover, the feelings of the Chinese to their families are not worse than those of the Italians. Besides, I have no way back from the development of this war. I can only push each other with him."

"Hua...you n..."

Sandy Glenn was a bit speechless by his free switching, "In short, we can't go too far. This is a problem for all of us, not yours alone. I remind you again, be careful of the Italians going crazy!"

He left, Song Ya stood there and thought for a while, and felt a little vacant in his heart. The key thing is that Motula does not need to avenge himself through MJ's enemy media, so he may face the risk of MJ abandoning him in a rage, MJ But kicked away a few waves of people around...

If Motula is wronged by herself, it is really possible to go crazy.

"Linda, did Robb go to Ireland?" After seeing the report, he asked Xue Linfen to take the children to her Irish aunt for Christmas.

"Here," Linda replied.

"That's good." Song Ya felt relieved, "arrange more security."

"I know. Gao Shu called just now to ask if you will visit John Carly's house tomorrow." Linda asked.

"For the time being... don't go, I need Sony's explanation, this time I must not let Motura come back."

The Mafia has been rampant in the United States for decades. The major Hollywood studios have more or less a relationship with them, either in close cooperation or in vain. In addition to the closest relationship with MGM, Loishurman, the former helm of Universal Unclear to them, the situation of other giants is much the same. As a Warner veteran, John Carley, as a Warner veteran, now hastily passed by...

He couldn't help but think of the scene of the movie godfather Lisoni being shot by a machine gun halfway. Safety is the first priority, "Call Xue Linfen, I want to hear Robb's voice." He ordered.

The call was quickly connected, and it was received by Xue Linfen’s manager Tim, "She is taking a shower, I will let Little Robb talk to you..."

Song Ya amused with his milky son on the phone.

In fact, Xue Linfen has quietly moved to South Africa after throwing the child to Ireland.

"Miss Finn!?"

Chalice was shocked and ashamed to see the tightly wrapped Xue Linfen, he subconsciously touched his stomach, "Why are you here? The law and order here are very bad recently, are you here alone?"

"Come and see you." Xue Linfen looked at her up and down like a scrutiny, "How many months?"

"You...do you know all of it?" Charis fell on the sofa decadently, her tears streaming out again, "I'm sorry, I thought that bastard... I didn't expect him to call me as soon as he came. He...I'm so stupid, it's a complete accident."

"No need to say sorry to me."

Xue Linfen took off the scarf and looked at this large single-family house, "Where is your mother? Are you and your attendant alone in this house?"

"She has been busy dealing with the property left by her father during his lifetime. She hates me..."

Charisy cried even harder, speaking incoherently, "The white people here are trying to move away. My father has a younger brother who is also a drunkard, oh oh oh... we didn’t intend to come back to face them, face All of this, she didn't even allow me to go out."

"Let's bear it." Xue Linfen touched her belly tenderly, "When this place is bigger, all your attention will be on this little life."

"I don't know what I should do with Miss Finn." Charisy fell into her arms and cried. "If I were a boy, it would be great. All the troubles of signing a check can be forgotten. He didn't even Give me a call..."

"Fortunately, that boy has a check." Xue Linfen rolled her eyes.

IfIwereaboy

If i was a boy

IthinkIcouldunderstand

I think i can understand

howitfeelstoloveagirl

How to love a girl

IswearI’dbeabetterman

I swear i will be a better man

I’dlistentoher

I will listen to her every word

causeIknowhowithurts

Because I understand how painful it is

whenyouloosetheoneyouwanted

When you lose his love and heartbroken

causehe’stakenyouforgranted

He takes everything you give for granted

andeverythingyouhadgotdestroyed!

Worthless

On the outskirts of Paris, the artists’ salon is going lively downstairs. Upstairs, a girl with bright red short hair is looking for a drawer. She looks nervously at the door from time to time. Finally, she pulls out the stack of documents. It seemed to be a hand-drawn rendering of a movie, and she flipped it greedily.

As she was looking attentively, there were messy footsteps and conversations in her ears. She hurriedly stuffed the files back, closed the drawer, and walked aside to pretend to appreciate the oil painting on the wall.

"Director Besson, I am shocked by your ambition. Does Gaomeng Pictures really plan to pay you that much money?"

"Didn't you already see those beautiful sets? We will be shooting here and in the UK. The special effects part has been signed with three companies. Among them are the genius Max Tyson team who made special effects for true lies and night interviews with vampires. Those Americans are very expensive, very expensive."

"The specific investment is convenient..."

The conversation stopped abruptly, and the two men saw the girl in the room, "Wow, Mila, my Mila..." The older, white-haired one stretched out his arms towards her, "Although I don't like it. You dyed your hair, but I still want to say you are beautiful today. Congratulations. When will you join the group?"

"Uh, next month." Mira hugged each other.

"He will act as an alien, so he must be dyed in such an effect..." The French director Luc Besson stared at her hair and said, smiling a little reluctantly.

"Dyed? This color will do a lot of damage to hair, right?" The other party picked up Mira's hair casually, "I thought it was a wig."

"No, really, I want perfect results." Luc Besson walked to the front of the seat, opened the drawer and glanced, "After all, she is our heroine."

"The hero is Bruce Willie?"

"Yes, he is willing to play with a pay cut."

"US Box Office?"

"Of course, if it wasn't for the US box office..."

The conversation went on for a long time. After the other party left, the atmosphere in the house became a little unnatural. "You don't have to be like this, Mira." Luc Besson said softly, "We are not enemies, let alone play this spy game."

"What?" Mila played dumb.

Luc Besson smiled a little faintly, "Don't pretend, I know you are a smart girl, I gave you the heroine, a 90 million-meter knife production heroine, and Bruce Willy."

"But I only saw the green screen on the British set." Mila pouted and began to use women's rogue tricks.

"The Fifth Element is a special effects movie. Most of the money will be spent on that, 80 million out of 90 million..."

"So this may only cost 10 million in production..."

"Just!? Enough!"

Luc Besson seemed to be offended by this word, suddenly furious, and grabbed her by the arm, "You should thank me, it was me who brought you back to the fashion center, and gave you countless girls in the film industry dreams of opportunities. Are you still playing that kind of casual game with me? Huh? Who do you think I am!? It's not me, the attitude towards you just now by Lafayette? Your steps are terrible!"

"You hurt me!" Mila was frightened by his hideous face, and she didn't dare to turn her face too much, twisting her body and trying to struggle, "I'm just busy flying around on the catwalk, our chance to meet..."

"You could have **** with that Nger just to get a slobber song when you were fifteen, but now you pretend to be a high-end guy in front of me!? Not long ago, you ran back to the U.S. to quietly resume your old relationship with him? I was caught by the tabloids! Did you know that everyone was whispering behind me just now? They were mocking me!"

Luc Besson squeezed her onto the bed, "Remember, even if it is a 10 million production hostess, you have to pay something to get it. I can still replace you, you are very cheap!" He said. Unwind the belt while shouting with puns, "Recognize the reality!"

'Snapped! ’

Mira jumped up and gave the French director a mouth, "That's just a planting of the American tabloid! They tampered with the time, and APLUS and I were just talking at the time, that's all!" Then we ran out of the room crying.

"Mira." The man's cold voice came from behind, "You will lose everything if you walk out of this room door."

She hesitated to hold the door frame, but ran out.

It was raining outside, and she didn’t have time to pick up her coat and personal belongings. She didn’t have her own car here either. She was shivering with the cold, trying her best to shrink her body and ran to the suburban road in Paris in December, trying to see if she could wave her hand. Stopped in a ride.

The evening gown was wet on his body, and the rain and tears shed from his cheeks. The other side that the man who had always been like a romantic gentleman just exposed shattered the goodwill he had established before. It turned out... or that time. What happened, when he was pleased with himself, he talked about art and fashion, and finally went around and stood at the door of the matter.

Damn, he even thought the other party was someone who could trust the marriage...

IfIwereaboy

if I am a boy

Iwouldturnoffmyphone

I will turn off my phone

Telleveryonethatitsbroken

Then tell everyone it's broken

sotheythinkthatIwassleepingalone

So they will think I sleep alone

I’dputmyselffirst

I will only think about myself

andmaketherulesasIgo