Chicago 1990

Waiting for her to rest in the afternoon, Song Ya immediately leaned forward to flatter her, which seemed to be somewhat effective.

"I testified that APLUS drank too much yesterday. He didn't even insist on the whole party before going home."

The best man and buddies were called to testify, and Dile was the first one, "Everyone is disappointed."

"Huh, she's just having an appointment with a beautiful woman."

Wearing thick pajamas, she was seated by a large group of people, with her legs crossed, her face clearly distinguished, "Who are the two women? I can see the white women, they are a bit familiar. Don't try to cover each other. ."

"Uh, I don't know about that." Dile gave Song Ya a helpless look.

"Mimi, come, I personally cook the fried pork with bamboo shoots, you taste..."

Song Ya, wearing an apron, graciously presented the plate in front of her, smiling.

"It's really made by Alex. He never cooked before. I bought the ingredients from Asian supermarkets." Aunt Susie also helped him beat the drum.

"Huh! Don't interrupt! Who is it!?"

She took a look at the appearance of the dish, picked up a fork and threw it into her mouth to taste it, feeling that the taste was okay, and ate with coffee.

"It's the girl who attended the party here and stayed overnight, Taraji borrowed it..." Linda said.

"Where is the Taraji? Call her over!"

Taraji ran away early, "So many people are here, it's passed around..." Song Ya pitifully pulled her pajamas.

"Humph..."

Her chest rose and fell violently, and she couldn't swallow her breath, "Who is next? Trick!"

"it's me……"

Big A obediently exchanged positions with Dilei, with his hands hanging on his sides, "Miss Kelly, APLUS is really loyal to you. As soon as he heard the show planned by me, he asked to leave... Actually, my show is not What is it?"

"Then he is not drunk?"

"Uh, he should be drunk, I think he needs someone to help him walk before he leaves..." Big A gave Song Ya a guilty look.

"Drink has stamina..." Song Ya pushed her arm to please.

"They are all in the same group, and the men always cover each other like this!" Brenda yelled again.

"You are still coming! Don't want to post a special next year!" Song Ya stared at her, "Did you forget who your boss is!?"

"I..." Brenda dared not speak.

"Dare you! Don't be afraid of Brenda, he won't send you a special message and I will kill him!" Mariah Carey immediately protected her girlfriend.

"Send, send, send as usual..." Song Ya returned to her flattering smile, "Listen to your dear."

"Miss Kelly, it's time for you and APLUS to go back to New York. There are a lot of things to do with the wedding." Her female assistant came to report.

"It's never over!"

She got up to change her clothes, "Wait until I figure out how to clean up you!"

"What you said in the morning was angry, right?" Song Ya followed to help.

"What kind of angry words?"

"Said to divorce me..."

She did not answer, angrily went into the cloakroom and opened the closet.

"Wearing this one, it suits you today." Song Ya helped her choose clothes.

She ignored it and chose another one and changed it directly.

"Boss." Hayden finally rushed over and said outside the door: "There is a small island for sale in the Bahamas. I'm already asking about the price."

"Buy." Song Ya was very satisfied with the agent's performance today.

"Then I'll go..." Hayden said.

"Is it far from Patty's island?" she asked suddenly.

"Not far," Hayden replied.

She pursed her mouth and didn't speak any more. Song Ya felt that she might have passed this level, "Then you go and do it." He sent Hayden away, "Mimi, you are in such a good shape..."

The girl was afraid of Zanglang. An hour later, Song Ya squeezed into the Gulfstream 4SP with a smile, and the plane left Chicago and flew towards New York.

"Boss, the news just came out from Hollywood that Seagram officially acquired 80% of Universal Pictures and MCA Records' parent company for $5.2 billion. Simberg seems to have passed the test temporarily and is still the president of Universal." Tatsu also chased in to report.

"Will the sequel of my life be affected?" Song Ya asked.

"I don't know, maybe not," Linda replied.

"Okay, it's none of my business." Song Ya couldn't bother with this either. He was busy peeling out a petal of Madarin orange and gently stuffing it into his fiancee's mouth.

Mariah Carey hummed and chewed like a pig.

Two days later in Chicago, a taxi drove into the middle-class neighborhood where Vic McGee lived. He walked out of the car with a briefcase and a young white man in a suit and shoes. He walked to Vic's door and compared the one in his hand. After the address, ring the doorbell.

"you are?"

Cassidy straightened her messy hair and opened the door.

"Hello, I'm a lawyer for the Southern... We received a letter saying that Mr. Wick McGee and his colleagues have been treated unfairly, right?"

The man stretched out his hand, only to get Cathy's guarded eyes, he had to withdraw his hand, "How do you call it?"

"Cassidy, Cassidy McGee."

"Cassidy, is this your Vic's daughter? Don't worry. Although we have never met your father, we asked him to tell you about him. We respect him very much and we want to help..."

The man took out the certificate from his arms and handed it over, "That letter is anonymous. Did you or your relatives send it?"

"I don't know what to believe. I'm sorry, we don't accept media interviews now."

Cassidy didn't have any impression of this newspaper. She returned the other party's driver's license and newspaper work permit and wanted to close the door.

"Please wait, Miss Cassidy!"

The man put his hand on the door to stop him, "I'm not here to interview, we really want to give Mr. McGee some help, sincerely, please trust me, uh, if you don't listen to the newspaper I work for, or to me If my identity is in doubt, I still have this..."

He took out another certificate, "I am still a member of the All-meter Rifle Association."

"Sorry."

Cassidy keenly spotted the half-four-dimension tattoo under the cuffs of the opponent's suit. She was so scared that she immediately increased her strength. The other party did not stop her. She closed the door smoothly and watched the man outside the house vigilantly through the cat's eyes.

The other party seemed a little frustrated. He wandered at the door for a while, then walked to the side of the road, took out his mobile phone and started calling.

"Linda, is APLUS there?"

She also picked up the landline and dialed Linda's cell phone.

"Tell me something. The wedding will be a few days away. He is very busy at this time and can only sleep more than four hours a day." Linda replied.

"Oh..." Cassidy fell silent.

"What's the matter? Just tell me, I'll tell." Linda asked.

"There is a lawyer at my door. He seems to be related to the white supremacy organization. I saw the tattoo on his hand." Cassidy relayed the information mentioned by the other party, the name of the newspaper, and the anonymous letter.

"Is anyone in your family?" Linda did not directly provide advice.

"No, my mother took my younger siblings to my grandfather's house." Cassidy replied, "I am the only one at home."

"Now your father really needs some help from other forces. I can meet that person to see what he wants to do and what help he can provide to Vic. It's always good if someone is willing to help now, isn't it?"

Linda suggested: "But don't see it alone, in a public place, you can guarantee your own safety."

"That thing I mentioned..." Cassidy walked to the door, the person outside was still there, she pursed her mouth, her face was embarrassed, and she stopped talking.

"There is no way for that matter for the time being. The boss is inconvenient to help Vic pay the lawyer's fees at this sensitive time. Please believe me, it's not that he doesn't want to help you. This matter seems to be a bit troublesome, although I can get the information here. Not much." Linda understood her hesitation.

"Okay, but thank you..."

Cassidy put down the phone in disappointment, thought about it alone in the house, and finally made up his mind, went out to open the door, and shouted to the man: "The cafe outside two intersections, can you wait for me there first?"

"Okay, go there, don't you?" The man turned around happily, "I will go, see you later."