Chicago 1990

Gulfstream 4 landed in the fourth largest city in Colombia: Barranquilla.

"I want this Spanish song The Cup of Life (). No matter how much money is needed, I have to fix it for me. You can fill in the numbers above according to the situation."

Song Ya finished reading several alternative songs given by Estefan, signed the blank cash check, and handed it to him, "Hayden will help you throughout the process."

"I tried my best." Estefan took the check. "The main problem now is the PR FIFA..."

"I don't want to hear my best, I must have that song."

Song Ya interrupted him domineeringly, "Leave it to me about the PR FIFA, and William Morris, Universal Music, and Anshutz will help."

The catchy and strong rhythm of the Cup of Life can be picked by Song Ya, who is now venomous. It has a high natural quality. The lyrics, composition, and arrangement are all well-known Latin musicians. They naturally tend to sing their works to Latin singers. Even if Estefan, the Latin helper, is the leader of the party, if he loses the opportunity, he does not spend the money that can directly knock people out, and it is estimated that he will not get the song.

"Ok."

Estefan collected the check.

"Continue to work hard for me! Don't be joking all day!" Song Ya scolded Hayden, who was always happy when he saw him.

"No problem, look at me." Hayden's chicken nodded like a peck.

During this secret trip to Latin America, Song Ya was very low-key. After getting off the private plane, the group drove straight to Shakira's house.

I can't come because Estefan said that Shakira and her daughter were under house arrest by her family.

Her father is a jeweler, and the family conditions are quite good in the local area, with beautiful garden villas and many servants.

A male servant dressed as a gardener opened the door of the villa and let the car go in.

"Why does he look at me like this?"

Song Ya felt that the gardener looked at him through the car window with some horror, shouldn't it be surprise and admiration?

"Shakira's father is a devout Catholic." Estefan replied.

"Oh."

Song Ya got out of the car with crutches, his eyes rolled, feeling something was wrong.

When the maids passing by the garden path saw themselves, they all bowed their heads and hurried away.

"What happened to them?" Song Ya asked.

"God... Christian..." Estefan was surprised at his slow response and emphasized.

"Oh." I was opposed to the pre-marriage one. At most, I was scolded. Song Yaxin said that if I were to be counted in Latin America, I would have been ranked in the top 20 richest people here, and some Fujibi magazines would not be included in the list. Under the premise that the single big drug lord counts in.

How can I really be.

"William!?"

Walking to the closed door, Estefan knocked on the door and called Shakira's father in Spanish.

Is it also called William?Ha ha……

Song Ya thought.

There was a fierce machine gun inside, oh no, Spanish arguing, a man cursed and cursed suddenly...

"Oh! Mike!"

He is more sensitive to the sound of firearms now. As soon as he heard the familiar "click", he knew that someone was pulling the gun. He immediately turned around and slid away and called the old Mike.

"what!"

It's a pity that he didn't pay attention to the steps, the crutches were emptied, and the whole person lost his balance, and his legs were directly splitting with a horse, which made him cry in pain.

'Boom!'

The door was opened, and a middle-aged white man with a short-barreled shotgun rushed out angrily. Several Latin men followed behind him, holding a revolver with silver carvings of different shapes that South Americans like.

Song Ya didn't dare to call for a moment, sitting on the ground looking at each other pitifully, with a flattering smile, "Hey..."

Fortunately, the ground is not dirty.

"William, don't do that!" Estefan continued to whisper to the man in Spanish.

Song Ya probably understood a little bit, as if it was talking about'daughter...granddaughter, losing her father'.

Shakira's father glared at him, but the other men who ran guns stood hippie smiling.

"Hello, William.

Not ashamed of the situation.

Fortunately, Old Mike took the bodyguards in front. Old Mike squinted and confronted Shakira and her father. Song Ya felt more at ease in an instant.

Another group of Latin women rushed out, ranging in age, some of them looked a bit like Shakira and were pretty...

Ok?Where did you want to go?Song Ya shook his head and stood up with the help of old Mike.

Estefan and them continued to speak Spanish, everyone was talking, pointing at themselves, and arguing to death.

"Go in, go in first, put your gun away! William." Estefan seemed to be done, and all the children were driven in by him. "You come in too, APLUS."

"Isn't Shakira the only daughter?"

Hehe, why do you want to kill her granddaughter's father?Song Ya touched the inner thigh, and lingered with Estefan.

"There are eight half-sisters and five brother-in-laws. His father, a Lebanese immigrant, has been able to open a jewellery shop in the corrupted Colombia for so many years. If you think about it... there is some power in the area.

Estefan answered.

Don't tell me!?Co-authored and wanted to give me back, right?Song Ya didn't dare to have an attack, and kept accounts for the time being. Right now, he still had to be obediently protected by him.

Men and women talked, grabbed guns, quarreled, and the children ran around to take care of a mansion, but Song Ya was in a daze as if he had returned to the slum house just after crossing. Of course, this is a Latin-style house. The chaos of the family, no one came to talk seriously with himself.

Her father's gun was also dropped by a woman who seemed to be her mother. He was sitting at the dining table and sulking. The two gesticulated at themselves and continued their quarrel at very fast speed.

"Come with me, APLUS."

Estefan took Song Ya, who kept smiling and nodding hello to the second floor, and opened a door.

"Shakira Shakira..."

Song Ya finally saw the Latin girl, who was holding the guitar and flicking the strings in front of the window. Seeing herself, she cried with her lips, but she turned her face away immediately.

The face is soggy, the others are okay, but it's more like your ex-wife. What's the matter?

"Why didn't you tell me?" Song Ya jumped in the door flexibly, sitting next to her and asked.

"If you don't answer the phone, you won't see Estefan!" She cried: "How can I tell you!?"

"Isn't I here? Look at me, now I can't move freely." Song Ya showed her a cane and coaxed her.

"Can't you even make a phone call? You can go to court or go to Tokyo..."

"Okay, okay, my fault, I don’t know. You know I was shot six times and was in a coma for five months. I woke up and still couldn’t guarantee my safety. Some people wanted me to die... I didn’t know we had children."

Song Ya hugged her pityingly, "Linda kept hiding from me. She didn't like me and the white children, especially during the time I was shot and unconscious. You know, many people are staring at my inheritance."

"Huh!" She broke free.

"Wow..." A cry came from a little baby's bed, which seemed to be awakened.

"How old is it?" Song Ya looked over, that's right, black or black, yellow, yellow, or white, it should be his own.

"It's almost a month." Shakira replied, getting up and holding the child in her arms, coaxing her to stop crying.

"Hey..."

Song Ya thought about it. At the end of last year, Shakira stayed with herself in the Highland Park. She didn't run away in person. Estefan also said that he had done a paternity test, "Can I hug you?"

"Ok."

Song Ya took it from her... the second daughter should be, the more I look at it, the more I like it, "Did you name it?"

"Arianne, Arianne," she replied.

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