Chicago 1990

It's good to have money, at least the room should be bigger. If it was a small house like the previous one, Old Mike just couldn't respond...

Undecided, Song Ya began to think about it.

With a whistle, Taraji's head poked out from the edge of the bed like a groundhog, and his eyes met him.

"Go out and have a look!" Taraji winked and gestured again.

"Oh."

Song Ya walked to the door in a daze, the corridor was very quiet, only the footsteps of Mavota coming over, "Boss, they all went to the viewing room." Mavota reported.

Taraji is familiar with this place, knowing that the viewing room is not on the'escape' route, and quickly got up and knocked on the bathroom door, "Juliana, Juliana! Let's go!" He said in a low voice like a thief, quickly. Put on the outer layer of clothes indiscriminately, and then roll other small objects into the bag.

Julianna Marguerite opened the bathroom door pale, "It's embarrassing, so embarrassing..."

She whispered and ran out while holding the bath towel holding her body, glanced at the fire axe on the bed, did not dare to look at Song Ya, and began to dress and prepare to run, "Can you..." Song who was seated back in her evening gown Ya pressed under his butt without twitching.

"Oh, sorry."

Seeing the two women scurrying around in the room regardless of their heads, Song Ya’s IQ came back a bit, “Mawota, help them get out of here first...” got up and confessed a little, put on his clothes and pants and went out, rubbing I walked quickly to the viewing room while keeping my eyes open. My eyesight has recovered a bit and it should be fine.

"They're all helping APLUS cover, they're all here, Mimi, let's go! Back to New York!" Brenda's loud voice passed far into her ears.

"She calmed down a bit." Old Mike, who was observing at the door, sighed when he saw him coming.

Song Ya looked inside. The fiancee was sitting in the viewing room crying, her face covered with curly hair.

Brenda and her assistants were comforting, not comforting. Brenda’s disheveled hair was even more scary. She shouted: "You should castrate him just now! There are also those two bi Where's the pool? Where is M-Fxxk!? My mother......"

She turned her head and saw Song Ya at the door. She choked to her lips, but soon her eyes widened in anger.

Song Ya stared back.

She hesitated for a while, then stared back.

Song Ya was stunned in the gaze, avoiding her gaze, "Mimi, can I come in?"

"I don't want to see you again..." Mariah Carey cried, as if she had calmed down a bit.

How to do?No experience!Song Ya hesitated for a second or two, then walked in and sat next to her, "You go out first." said to Brenda and the female assistant.

"No!" Brenda didn't want to leave.

"Brenda..." She wiped her face with a tissue and whispered, "Go out first."

"call!"

Brenda exhaled unhappily, and insisted on going out with the female assistant after a while.

"Mimi, sorry..."

What else to say?Let’s lick it, and sincerely beg for mercy, “I really drank too much last night, a lot, and there are still many disturbing things here in Chicago, not trivial, I’m angry... you know, when I think of you Just go to Las Vegas and fuck with the dancers..."

"Who messed up?" She was angry again, "You still have the face to slander me at this time!?"

"No mess, no mess, don't be angry. But the dancer must have it, that kind of performance..."

Watch your words!Song Ya stared at her crying and painted face with twelve minutes of concentration, feeling that she was pursing her mouth a little, right?Sure enough, "You know, the service items over there have always been excessive. I don't want you to go, and you don't listen. I'm jealous, and I'm so angry that I lose my mind."

"So you are not drunk?"

"I'm drunk, I'm really completely drunk, I can't remember what I did last night now." Song Ya lied.

"Stop mentioning last night!"

"Yes, yes, don't mention it, we will never mention it in the future, forgive me, Mimi." Song Ya went to hug her shoulders.

"There is no longer, we will break up." She broke away, turning her face and said lonely.

Song Ya quickly changed her seat, "No, Mimi, I love you, I just love you too much..."

"Don't lie, I don't believe a word when you speak." She turned her face back again.

"I really didn't lie to you, I'm so good to you, don't you feel it?"

Song Ya changed his face with a sullen expression, "Really, if it weren't for losing consciousness, who would go a week before marriage... to betray his fiancee! I'm not a fucking fool!"

"You seem to be," she said.

"forgive me……"

"No, never!"

"Please provoke..." Song Ya shook her arm and pleaded, "We will get married Mimi soon."

She sighed slightly, "We must get married as usual."

Song Ya was overjoyed, "Yes, yes, that's right, Mimi, thank you, I will..."

"Don't be happy, I just don't want to be the laughing stock of the world." She said coldly.

"No, never, I promise, I will..."

"I said there is no future!" She stood up to avoid Song Ya's entanglement, "We will break up and divorce when we wait for the right time after marriage!"

"Are you too cruel?"

Song Ya knows what she has planned in her heart. The wedding is all ready, the guests are invited, and the exclusives are also sold. Indeed, if the marriage contract is dismissed at this time, she and herself will lose the adults. "Now it will be cold. Have you considered the stakes? I just feel that you are deliberately attacking to grab my handle, so as to talk about breaking up..."

"APLUS! You bastard!"

She screamed with anger, "You always like to think of people so disgustingly! Now it is you who are caught and raped in the bed. Why are you still so arrogant?!"

"How can I, I really drank too much, I was wrong, I regretted it."

Song Ya stalked and hugged her from behind, "Forgive me Mimi, I won't dare anymore, I...I will stop drinking from now on!"

"let me go!"

She struggled to break free like a boy, regardless of her image, but Song Ya's arms were like iron gates, and couldn't get rid of it, so she jumped up hard and put her head on Song Ya's chin.

"Wow!"

Song Ya was chattering endlessly, unexpectedly he bit his tongue again, covering his mouth and bending down in pain.

"Huh!" She turned around, kicked the little fiance's leg, slapped her head, picked up the handbag and swung onto her body.

"Pain! Pain!"

In the face of the all-round attack, Song Ya had to hold his head and resist, and by the way, he raised his eyes to ask old Mike for help. He didn't expect old Mike to turn his face away.

"enough!"

He didn't hide, and stood up straight, "If you can vent your anger, I will fight as you please."

'Snapped.'

There was a firm slap on his face.

"Huh!" She flicked her long hair. "Brenda, let's go!" Strode out the door.

Song Ya stood still, rubbing her face, and rolled her eyes helplessly.

"Don't you chase it?" Old Mike spoke at this time.

"Mimi, don't go!"

No way, I ran out and saw her and Brenda striding out the door. The female assistant was already waiting by the car, "Don't leave me! I can't live without you!"

"No driving!"

He rushed over and pointed the driver to warn him, then opened the trunk and took out the luggage again, "Mimi, you must have been tired after flying all night, let's take a rest here!!"

"Take a shower and eat something." Linda appeared at the door with a bruised nose and swollen face.

"Yes, yes, you will get tired if you don't rest. The aircraft engine is very noisy..." Song Ya didn't have time to ask how Linda was injured.

"Shut up, Bitch!" Brenda shouted at Linda.

Linda stared at her, she stared back...

Mariah Carey put her arms around her chest and thought about it for a while, "I'll leave as soon as I sleep, but this person is not allowed to talk to me or show up in front of me." After speaking, she raised her head and walked in again. "Clean up a guest room for me."

"Don't show up, don't show up."

Song Ya let out a sigh, "Linda, hurry up..."