Chicago 1990

"I didn't expect you to do this trick too."

There are a lot of group performances. The tearing between Hollywood’s top black vases and DIVA cannot be rumored. Song Ya was full of lawsuits. On the way back to Beverly Hills with Mariah Carey, he began to complain, "Just now you two were like being on the Mo Lixiu."

Because of hair quality problems, black hair is very difficult to manage, so a large proportion of black women will wear wigs. Only those who are too poor to take care of them, and rich enough to have enough time and money to slow down in the hair salon The slowly carved part is not worn often.

For example, the Morris show, which uses live tearing as a selling point, and black women are good at pulling wigs.

She and Halle are both mixed, and the hair quality is fine.

"Have I worked as a waitress in a restaurant?" she replied.

"I swear, I didn't have any contact with her that I'm sorry for you." I was a little bit big today. This is still the first day of filming, Song Ya assured her very seriously.

"You can confuse the facts too much. Is that because you had a relationship with her before you dated me?" She was wary.

"Those things I used to... didn't you have a tacit understanding with me?" Song Ya coaxed her: "Now I only love you, that's enough."

"Okay, but what do you say today? She was demonstrating to me as soon as she came." She demanded.

Song Yaxin said I don't know.

"You kicked her out of the crew and replaced her." Mariah Carey pressed hard.

"I'll talk to her first."

Under Mariah Carey's fierce gaze, he asked Linda to call Hallie directly, "What happened to you today? Halle..."

He asked his teacher to question him. He had already been severely warned before. He didn't expect that Hallie would take the initiative to engage in trouble. He himself was very angry, "I am very unhappy."

"Sorry, APLUS."

Halle apologized on the other end, very sincere, "I don't know, I'm just so upset, I'm so upset that it burned my mind, I'm a bit unlike myself today, I didn't mean it."

"Because of the 100 million news?"

"Maybe, why don't you take me to invest in the chemical plant? If you take my 2 million of the 30 million you invested, then sell the factory for 100 million, which is...well...I can follow You earned more than four million..."

The sound of knocking on the calculator came from the phone.

"..."

"Well, I'm just talking about it."

"I'll give you one last chance, I'm not kidding." Song Ya said coldly, and turned to ask Mariah Carey's opinion, "Can you?"

"Oh, I won't do it again." Hallie actually started crying on the other side of the phone.

Mariah Carey, with her ear on the back of the phone, listened with a stern face, and finally nodded.

"Tomorrow, do you know what you should do?" Song Ya asked again.

"On! I'm also a big Hollywood movie star, okay?" Hallie protested in tears.

"I'm not kidding." Song Ya emphasized again.

"Ok……"

The next day, he and Mariah Carey, who had been left out for the night, arrived at the shooting location again. The atmosphere of the crew was strangely like in an ice cellar, and everyone was doing what they were doing in silence.

"Old Larry gave the password, whoever reveals the news will be fired." Linda explained.

"Thanks, old Larry." Song Ya quietly went over to thank you.

"It won't take a few days. When this group of people ends the scene, the news will definitely spread." Old Larry said: "Have you gotten your part? The shooting schedule can't be delayed."

"It should be." Song Ya looked nervously at Mariah Carey who was rooting behind the camera.

"Hey... Mimi, can I call you that?"

What is shocking is that as soon as Hallie arrived, she greeted her affectionately, "You are so beautiful today..."

Mariah Carey pouted and turned her head to ignore her.

Hallie rolled her eyes, her eyes met Song Ya who was staring at her, and she immediately changed back to smiling, "I was sorry yesterday, I drank a little bit before I came here, so..."

"It's okay,

Hallie took a deep breath, "You have a great character, Mimi..."

She was still a little deterrent, and finally put out the fire in the backyard. She didn't know what Hallie was thinking. This smart woman would talk to Mariah Carey whenever she had time, please, and follow her words.At night, both of them were talking and laughing...

"I repeat it again! If anyone has problems this time..."

The next day's shooting still went wrong from time to time, and old Larry became angry again, "I will hold the leader of the group responsible for any problem with that group. I'm not kidding!"

"All departments are ready!" The scene notes the scene board to the camera.

This is a scene where Song Ya and Hallie are dancing. The two have skipped several times. In the performance, Hallie and herself are in place under the pressure of old Larry. The lingering dance of the two made them distraught, but they couldn't catch the problem. Acting definitely requires full dedication, and she understands this.

Song Ya followed the beat, passed under Hallie, and then pressed her back, the two of them twisted tacitly.

Mariah Carey's chest kept rising and falling, and then simply left the scene and went to the bathroom.

"OK! This one is over!"

Old Larry announced with relief, and the crew members cheered happily.

"You did a good job today, Halle, thank you, I know it's hard for you."

Song Ya took the opportunity to thank him sincerely.

"Do you think she would..." Hallie looked at the direction of Mariah Carey's disappearance, and stopped talking.

"What will happen?" Song Ya didn't know what she wanted to say.

"Will you like to play the kind of game we used to play?" Halle started again.

"Don't do this, you get one point deducted." Song Ya continued to warn helplessly.

"Maybe I can also help you knock on the side."

"One more point."

"What's the total score? One hundred?"

"Five points." Song Ya replied.

Hallie's scene is over. The protagonists in the nightclub tomorrow will be Adam Sandra and Xiao Pangdun. Without Song Ya's role, he can finally stay with Mariah Carey in the hotel.

"I hate this feeling..."

Mariah Carey squeezed Song Ya's hand in front of her, and suddenly said without end.

"How does it feel? Honey." Song Ya asked.

"This kind of humble feeling of love." She replied softly.

"Why do you say that?" Song Ya also heard Fergie say to herself. "Halley didn't say anything to you today, did you? I think you two had a good chat, and the misunderstanding was eliminated, right?"

"It's none of her business, I find that I particularly hate the feeling of being jealous of other girls for men."

She seldom said in a very sentimental tone: "And you are full of all kinds of temptations, dear, you are only nineteen years old, and I will face all kinds of women who keep teasing you, so I will be very tired. …I feel very tired when I think of you going to shoot rivalry with that Amy Adams in two days..."

"Are you still tired?" Song Ya hurriedly diverted her attention, showing more blood, "Is your model optimistic?"

"What model?"

"Don't pretend to be a prodigal woman, aren't you planning to book a private jet?"

"I hate it, people just ask." She immediately complained, and the sentimentality just now was really transferred by the desire to consume.

"Order it, buy it if you like."

"Really?"

"Well, I will pay."

"Hmph, half a person."

"I'll come out."

"You have a guilty conscience, do you have a ghost in your heart?"

"No, you know, I just made a lot of money."

"My music box sales are also very good."

"Really, there is no need for every consumption to be AA?"

"My pleasure."

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