Chicago 1990

After many days of interrogation, Sean’s spirit was already on the verge of collapse. He swung his body frantically on the chair, and after a long time he suddenly signed the document, and then threw the pen away, “I only answer questions from New York.”

"can."

Carl Letterman was overjoyed, "So when you arrived in New York, we are not interested in the 200,000 stolen money of the Armenian gang, you can rest assured."

"I, Vic, and..." Sean began to confess.

"Anything else? Come in, come in!"

The man’s pre-marriage party is naturally only attended by men. The best man Al and Dile are the planners, but the parties in the United States are nothing more than wine, music, dancing, and the old folks of the opposite sex. The only difference is Dile. Both Al and Al are rich now, so they can naturally get the best service.

"Hi, aps."

The glamorous girls filed in under Al's greeting, and began to dance around a few people. Of course, it was different from other dances. This was a strip bar.

"Let's party!" Dile embraced Song Ya and handed him a glass of wine. "Today we will not be drunk or go home."

"Say it's not troublesome." The vulgar fan couldn't touch herself. Song Ya saw that he and Al and the others had already had a drink, and he was a little bit hilarious.

"Do not worry!"

In the deafening music, Al yelled his promise and opened the bag that his attendant had placed on the box seat. "Hey! You guys are a little perfunctory." shouted to the girls.

"It's only this afternoon Al." The girls usually come to the spirits at night.

Without saying a word, Al took out a handful of big green bills from his bag and sprinkled it directly.

The girls were happy, screaming and twisting on the dancing floor where the rice knives were flying.

The life of the rich is so drunk and boring. Song Ya smiled and lay halfway on the sofa, drinking wine while admiring. He is under a lot of mental pressure and really needs to relax.

However, he thought of his fiancée who might be playing the same game again, his face changed, and he was always upset.

Las vegas.

"Boys, come in!"

He expected that the pre-marriage party could not be played, and Brenda had already scheduled the show. In the evening, Las Vegas dancers with great figures and suits and shoes also filed in with similar reactions. Patilla Bell and the others who surrounded Mariah Carey screamed because of excitement and stimulation.

The women get together to play better than the men, and Brenda also brought a lot of money, and smiled and stuffed it into the belt of each dancer.

The music rang and the dancers jumped.

"Not enough, not enough." Patty Rabel had already laughed, but still felt dissatisfied.

'Huh!'

While the rhythm of the music was accelerating, the dancers suddenly showed their standard eight-pack abs. It turned out that their shirts were just performance props with only a piece of cloth on the front of the chest. Music, wine, and a strong hormonal breath were diffused. .

"Oh, not enough!"

Patty Rabel wanted to see more, "ii, don't be constrained, let the man die. We are here to have fun in Las Vegas." She saw that only Mariah Carey with the wine had no big reaction. .

"You and Brenda won't let them..." Mariah Carey was a little worried, pointing to the dancers in front of her who kept discharging herself.

"Are you so afraid of him being angry?" Patty Rabel asked.

"I will be afraid of him?"

Mariah Carey retorted, but immediately her expression became tangled, "It's just that I miss him a little bit."

"Oh, the woman in love..." Patty Labell sighed, "How long has it been apart? Then just make a soft word in front of him before you come, and I promise, he won't be so angry."

"Hmm..." She took a sip of her drink proudly.

"Ah!"

When the lights dimmed, the dancers took off their suits and threw them away. Brenda caught one and screamed unconsciously again.

Patty Rabel also started to get hilarious, twisting the waist of the bucket into the dance floor and twisting the favorite boy.

Mariah Carey smiled reluctantly, she glanced at the female assistant somewhat helplessly.

On the Chicago side, Song Ya was already drinking a little bit. The glamorous show arranged by Al and Dile has reached its fourth appearance. Now there is a wave of higher quality and more scheming girls in front of him, as a bar. The most dazzling star in the movie, he began to be teased by the girls.

"I'm a little tired, Al."

He knew that this would not work anymore. The more he drank, the more his self-control became weaker and weaker. He didn't want to be sorry for his fiancée at this time, "I want to rest early."

"You can't? Brother, the night is still long, we will be hi till dawn!" Big a drunk and hugged the two girls over and interjected, "It will be my turn to design the show later."

"Uh, forget it, I'll go back, Al."

Big a designed show?Song Ya didn't even dare to stay, and stood up.

"Hey, don't disappoint aps, this is your pre-wedding party..." Dile persuaded.

"Let's play, I'm really tired." Song Ya can only apologize to his best man and friends. It really hurts his friends to do so. Almost everyone explained it before getting out. "Mawota, Go back to Highland Park."

"Ok."

Mavota started the car, left the strip bar, and merged into the traffic going north. "There is a car behind the boss following the boss." He glanced at the rearview mirror and said.

"The fbi that old Mike said?" Song Ya held back his drunkenness, turned his head and glanced, "They don't hide it much."

"Will you get rid of them?" Marvota asked.

"Forget it, just drive home as usual, but I didn't find it." Song Ya replied.

In Las Vegas, the burdens on the dancers are almost gone. They cover the key parts with their hats, and the women laugh and make noises one after another in a black accent.

When the most handsome lead dancer was only one meter away from herself, "Enough." Mariah Carey raised her hand to stop the other party from jumping on the key parts that are getting closer and closer to her, "I can't do this, I don't like this. "She stood up decisively and walked out firmly.

"Where to go? ii?"

The others stopped and looked at her.

"Go home, right away." She confessed to the female assistant, "let the crew prepare, and I will leave when I arrive."

"But your little fiance is in Chicago!" Patty Rabel shouted.

"Then go back to Chicago, let's play and have fun." She didn't look back.

Soon, the beautiful wings of the Gulfstream 4sp disappeared over Las Vegas and flew towards Chicago.

Mavota drove the car into the Highland Park. "What's wrong here?" Song Ya found a lot of debris on the lawn, and some staff were cleaning it.

"Linda said that Taraji just had a party here yesterday." Mavota replied, "Yesterday just ended. Do you want to call the cleaning staff away?"

"No need to."

Song Ya remembered that he had promised to lend her this place for two days, "I just need to sleep here for one night, without disturbing others."

"I have sent the letter."

The old Mike, who was chatting with Linda at the door, leaned in his ear and said, "I have checked again here, and there is no sign of eavesdropping."

"Okay, I drink a little too much, so I want to sleep well."

He walked directly to the master bedroom, where he met Taraji and Juliana Marguerite...

"Hey, aps, sorry, my party has messed up your place a bit."

Julianna Marguerite dressed up very beautifully today. She seems to be checking out with the party company. She just handed the signed check to the other party, and rolled her eyes mockingly, "I can't afford to pay here. Party..."

"You are already a resident actor. The ratings of the story in the emergency room are very good. You won't say that in the next season."

Song Ya, who was leaning against the wall waiting for Old Mike to open the door, smiled politely.

"I can only pray that the screenwriter will not write down my role again." She also laughed.

Jiu Jin came up, and Song Ya looked at Alicia's younger and more beautiful face in front of him, and something strange began to appear in his mind. Mrs. Flock made herself very upset today...

Both of them have similar hairstyles today...

Juliana and Alicia gradually merged into one in his vague sight.

"Come in for a chat?"

The heart that had been holding on to the present suddenly collapsed, and the ghosts and spirits opened their invitations, very simple and rude.

The one invited to enter was the bedroom. Juliana Marguerite was stunned. She opened her mouth slightly, not knowing how to react, so she looked at Taraji beside her.

Old Mike, who had just pushed the door open, snorted when he heard this, but did not express his opinion.

"Okay."

No wonder the former assistant twisted his waist and began to beat the drums with experience, "Julianna, talk to aps? Didn't you dance together when you danced my life audition? I'll accompany you." .