Chicago 1990

The next day, the huge Gulfstream 4 whistled and landed, and then slowly taxied towards the apron.

Song Ya, wearing a casual suit, glanced at the professional equipment and cameraman brought from behind by the crew, and then at the trunk of the car that Lali drove.

"Don't open it later, all the roses are inside." He told Hayden.

"Don't worry, boss, you only need one person. We are professional in other aspects." Hayden and Yeremov smiled a little heartlessly, "This is Hollywood."

"Come on, you guys didn't help me prepare any special surprises and romantic links." Song Ya complained.

"Time is in a hurry." Yeremov was embarrassed.

"Yeah, it's a bit hurried." Song Ya touched the temporarily prepared ring in his pocket, and later he would propose to Mariah Carey. The combination of two singers, this big news should be enough to turn everyone's attention away from him. The phrase'famous quote' is temporarily pulled over.

He felt a little sad, "I didn't expect that the reason that made me make up my mind was so utilitarian."

"You should have done this long ago, don't you know Miss Kelly's mind? She would have been married last year in her life plan."

Linda said: "She is four years older than you, but she can't wait to buy a New York manor house and private jet with you. With such an obvious hint, how does she think in her heart that you can't feel it? She has been waiting for this moment. , But you have been pretending to be stupid, dull, hesitant... Maybe there is an opportunity to prompt you to act immediately."

Didi...didi...

Halle:'Dancing on the 5th, is there a party after the shutdown conference of the crew of my life?Is it still held in your Beverly Hills house?'

'Yes.'

Song Ya simply replied and planned to turn off the phone.

Mariah Carey:'Who are you texting with?I saw them all in the portholes, so I can't delete them!Wait for me to check!'

'lol'

Song Ya calmly emptied the inbox and outbox, and threw the phone into Linda's hand.

The plane slowly stopped ahead, the boarding ladder was lowered, a flight attendant opened the door, and then disappeared at the door.

"Ok?"

It turned out that there was also a camera crew on the plane. A white man with long hair was carrying a camera, while concentrating on shooting, while walking backwards down the gangway. It should be the follower of his music box album's global tour announcement documentary.

Then her queen accompaniment Trey Lorenz and the black aunt and the music group came out with luggage, talking, laughing and laughing. There was also her makeup artist and accompanying reporters. It seemed that they had drunk a lot of alcohol and got off the gangway. I stumbled under my feet.

"APLUS!"

Tre Lorenz came down and gave Song Ya a firm hug, "It's been a long time, how are you doing?"

"It's okay, you are welcome back." Song Ya had to pat his back and said.

"It's okay, Miss Kelly has to let us come to Los Angeles. You know, we all planned to get off the plane and go home directly in New York..." he said drunkenly with a short tongue.

"Hey! What are you doing? Be careful!"

Bucket aunts are using airplanes as the background to let the photographer take enough photos. They didn't expect Old Mike to reverse the car, and they complained loudly.

"Hey! Everyone!" Yeremov took out his executive production temper and clapped his hands to clear the scene, "Get me out of here! Go! Don't block the camera!"

"Who is your M-fxxk!?"

"No!"

The aunts screamed.

Old Mike honked his horn impatiently.

Song Ya was a little bit painful due to the noise. Fortunately, Mariah Carey wore a Mediterranean-style strapless long skirt and appeared beautifully at the door of the cabin, "Huh huh?" The two camera crews raised their lenses at the same time. For a while, she didn't know which was the right one, so she cleared her throat altogether. The rain and dew made a pose on both sides, and she kept changing positions enchantingly.

Song Ya winked at the female assistant behind her.

The female assistant urged in her ear, and she put away the POSE and twisted down the gangway in a charming manner.

"My dear, have you been unbehaved during this time? Huh?" She rushed into Song Ya's arms as the first sentence hidden murderous intent.

"Aren't you all in your control? My sister was bought by you, and her boyfriend, right?" Song Ya cheated her.

"Ah? Huh? How could it be, well, you found it all, little clever ghost." She really got the trick, she seemed to have drunk a lot, and she was a bit silly.

At this time, old Mike accidentally knocked the documentary photographer's leg while reversing, "Hey! Watch it!" The other party protested loudly.

"Let's take a group photo?" Trey Lorenz wandered back and hugged Song Ya's shoulder, "APLUS! We all! We love you too!" Her aunt and the band screamed.

"Get out! Get out of it!" Yeremov came over anxiously and tried to disperse the aunts who were surrounding him. "You are blocking the camera!"

Old Mike honked his horn, still reversing.

Seeing that this place is almost as chaotic as the vegetable market, Song Ya turned his head and stared at Yeremov, who was still confident. M-Fxxk couldn't be annoyed, so he took out his ring and knelt on one knee. Ground.

Everyone was silent for a moment.

"Mi...er, Miss Mariah Carey, can you...cough, would you marry me?" He is also inexperienced, and he covered his mouth in shock with his hands, his eyes full of disbelief Mariah Carey said.

Old Mike ran out of the car and opened the trunk, which was full of red roses.

"Awayoutherethey'vegotanameforrainandwindandfire..."

Just in time to come to visit, Adam Sandra and Riclubin, who were temporarily captured, got out of the back seat with their guitars on their backs and played TheyCallTheWindMaria...

The cooperation is really rusty, but the atmosphere is pretty good.

"Oh, my goodness..." She didn't recover from the shock, she froze in place, not knowing what to do, tears flickered in her big eyes.

"Oh, Maria...Oh! Maria..." Trey Lorenz picked up a professional golden voice and saved them from the edge of out of tune in time.

"TheycallthewindMaria..." The aunts also sang along.

The two film crews approached to shoot at the same time, Song Ya ignored the camera, only watching her expectantly.

The eyes of the two gradually intertwined, and their affection was so dense that they couldn't get away.

"I do."

She finally stopped hesitating, and reached out her hand proudly, letting Song Ya put the ring on her, "Really, I didn't have any preparation for it." She immediately brought the ring to her eyes and looked at it, her face full of joy, and she said happily. I complained about something wrong.

Song Ya actually felt relieved, stood up, took the bouquet from Old Mike, and stuffed it into her hand, "Surprise?"

"Ok."

She was actually shy, her cheeks flushed, she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, bowed her head and replied shyly.

"There should be a big party tonight!" Trey Lorenz shouted in cheers after they finished singing.

"Everything is ready, Beverly Hills." Song Ya put her in her arms, "Shall we get in the car?"

"Ok."

Like a little girl, she obediently followed Song Ya into the back seat.

"Oh, right……"

Everything went well, Song Ya was in a great mood, lowered the window and poked his head out, and said to Yeremov: "Send the draft to the major media as soon as possible, and you must be fast. If you have anything to do with Eli and Hayden. "

"I understand." Yeremov nodded.

"and also……"

Song Ya shouted to her documentary film crew: "You must not release this video without permission. I have sold it to GQ Magazine, exclusive, for $200,000!"

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