Chicago 1990

"APLUS?"

"Huh?" Song Ya slowed down and found that Hayden and the others were looking at him, "I'm sorry, I just wandered."

The TV screen just now gave him another apocalypse. It is still a fragment of a future movie. Three beautiful white girls are torn in the bathroom like Mila and Fergie. There is no dialogue or plot, the soundtrack...

He was happy when he heard the soundtrack at first, but the two missing songs finally got a lot of attention, eh?Seems to be a symphony similar to Game of Thrones?It is difficult to put it in my first album!Okay, it's better to have apocalypse than nothing, huh?wrong?

Listening carefully, he found that Apocalypse was digging a hole again, and the soundtrack turned out to be a classic Carmen Overture, something from the last century.?I don’t know the story of this movie.

"Jimmy just called me. Both he and Mira's agent chose to settle. After paying a few hundred fines at the airport police station, he and Fergie have already boarded the flight back to Chicago." Hayden watched. Look at the watch, "It's about two hours before landing."

"How about the follow-up PR?" Song Ya asked.

"First of all, I must apologize, and then see how the media reports. This is not necessarily a bad thing, especially for the record sales of both of you."

Yeremov was a little bit excited, "A dog-blood love triangle, two actresses are jealous of men fighting for men, and the camera goes out...there are all hot spots, and the media will never let it go."

"Well, we will draw up an apology right away, and then you go to the airport and ask Fergie to read it out to the media. By the way, call Goodman and Taraji, you go to Fergie's closet and pick a set more solemnly Go with your clothes, too."

Song Ya immediately went to work. Soon, an apology was prepared, and Yeremov took it to the airport, and Goodman and Taraji went with him.

Three hours later, Fergie appeared at Chicago's Midway Airport. Because too many reporters were jamming people, the airport took the initiative to channel them to their own press room.

"I apologize to the public and the media for what happened a few hours ago. My impulsive behavior has given children and adolescents a bad example. I have now deeply realized the mistake and asked the public for forgiveness. At the same time, I also asked the same The passengers apologized again. My personal behavior caused the flight to be delayed by one hour and fifteen minutes, which caused trouble to their scheduled itinerary. I'm sorry."

Fergie, who had put on the new suit, wore large sunglasses that covered half of her face. After reading the apology word by word, she walked away quickly under the escort of Yeremov and others and the airport security.

"Miss Fergie, can you talk about you and Mira?"

"Does APLUS still maintain an extraordinary relationship with Mira?"

"Fuji, did you fight because of APLUS?"

"Hey! Just talk about it!"

The paparazzi reluctantly followed the car to the gate of Hyde Park.

"Huh." Fergie entered the door and saw Song Ya standing in front of her, and turned her head very uncomfortably, "You won't come to pick me up."

"The scene will be more chaotic when I go."

Song Ya stepped forward and coaxed: "Do you know how worried I am about you?"

"A liar!" Fergie avoided his arm, pouting herself upstairs.

"Can you tell me what the cause is?" Song Ya followed her into the bedroom.

"Did you not read the news? She beat me first." Fergie took off her sunglasses, her eyes were slightly swollen, "Look!" She lifted her top, her white chest had several nail scratches. Yes." Turning around again, there are black greens on his back and waist.

"You guys are very ruthless."

Song Ya sighed, and finally put her in her arms, "I see your slap on the news."

"Distressed, don't you?" Fergie twisted and tried to break free.

"Why, I only feel sorry for you. By the way, I called a doctor for you, and I just waited downstairs."

I've always tried all the magic words, but this time Fergie is a little bit off, "I need an assistant and a bodyguard.

"There are, there are, both."

It's time to give Fergie a certain star treatment, "An assistant, a bodyguard and driver, I'll get you right away and get a new car."

"Really?" Fergie sniffed, stopping her tears.

"Of course it's true. You're well-known now. It's okay to wait for a second-tier singer on the first album release station in the future?" Song Ya prescribed the right medicine.

"Huh, it's almost..." Fergie's face finally improved. "My clothes were torn by that bitch."

"Buy, buy, buy, I'll ask Taraji to call and send it later."

"I want to go to Grammys with you."

"Okay, okay, don't take the time to make your mark. What are you doing?" At this Grammy Awards ceremony, Song Ya will appear on the red carpet with Mariah Carey. Is there no ihateuiloveu release plan? That's a big deal, don't make trouble."

"Huh." Fergie turned around and threw herself on the bed, burying her head in the pillow.

"Well, I'll take you to the Chicago Symphony Orchestra concert in two days?" Song Ya came up with a comforting plan, "PBS (American Public Television) will broadcast nationwide, and the prelude is my power. The game, the picture should be given to me and you."

After Fergie was finally settled, Song Ya took her hand downstairs to see the doctor, and then went to the study alone.

The people in the room were joking around Jimmy, "Your performance is very brave, very brave Jimmy." Yeremov patted him on the shoulder: "But remember to see your feet next time, hahaha..."

"Stop Yeremov, he is still young." Goodman smiled and defended his brother.

"Mr. APLUS." Jimmy, who was embarrassed in the center of the room, saw Song Ya come in.

"Jimmy, I'm going to hire a female assistant and a bodyguard and driver for Fergie. You should also guard her." Song Ya motioned for him to sit down, "What happened in Los Angeles? How did they collide? Will it be planned by Mira?"

"Coincidentally, the two sides just ran into each other while waiting for the flight." Jimmy replied, "It shouldn't be a conspiracy. Mira seems to be flying to New York."

"That's good, do you know what they talked about?" Song Ya asked.

"It's just about you..." Jimmy replied, "There are also some mockery, flat-chested, short people."

Song Ya probably guessed why the two girls were fighting.

The local small TV station in Los Angeles that recorded the video cleverly called Hayden and asked Song Ya if he wanted to take back the video at a huge price, and naturally got a negative answer.So after enjoying the exclusive news for a period of time, they began to sell it to other TV stations one after another. In the evening, the audience ratings of all entertainment programs that bought this video at a high price basically increased to varying degrees.

It was the NBC column that reported Song Yafeiji's hand in gossip before, and the hostess and guests were all happy and overwhelmed, "Are they fighting for APLUS? Definitely, the ex-girlfriend will do it first. It's reasonable."

"Fitch's heel was too high and it was difficult to maintain balance, so she lost in Mira's first hit."

"But with her slap in the face, I'm sorry, can the director go back to that scene? Yes, it's here, wow, Fergie hits exactly and fiercely."

"But Mira is much more popular than Fergie. Her bodyguards came to help soon, and Fergie's agent, hahaha... Look at him, he fell on the ground so funny!"

NBC also hit the position where the two people were suspected to be empty, which made it look even worse...

The incident quickly fermented. The next day Mira showed up at Burbank Airport near Hollywood. She chose to accept an interview with a TV station.

"Mila, can you talk about what happened yesterday?" the reporter asked.

"Uh……"

Mira seemed to be in a good mood, her speech was relaxed, and she was not affected by the brawl at all, but she wore big sunglasses like Fergie, and she always turned her face to the camera, and she covered the hidden place with her long hair. Halfway, "I want to apologize to the public and the passengers on the delayed flight for this. I think I have learned a lesson."

"Can you tell me in detail?"

"Okay, as a public figure, I'm tired of places like the waiting hall, you know, even in the VIP waiting room, you might meet some bad people."

"you mean?"

"I mean the plane behind me." She pointed to a Lier 35 small business jet in the background. "What happened yesterday made me determined to own it, right away!"

"You bought it!?"

"Correct."

"So, this is your private plane, right? Miss Mira?" The reporter exclaimed in an enviable tone.

"Of course, come with me." Mira beckoned to the camera chicly, then turned back to the boarding ladder, "I will show you around."

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