Chicago 1990

The couple now disagree on this case, and they quarreled when they returned to the Malibu beach house.

"This is a good opportunity for Mimi. No matter what key evidence the police obtain, this is a good opportunity for us to completely defeat him! He is our enemy, don't you think so?"

Song Ya walked up and down excitedly in the room, "He admits to eavesdropping on you personally now, but you pity him?"

"He has already failed, okay? You got me and helped Daniel get the position of president of Sony Columbia Records. Are we going to send him to prison?"

Mariah Carey sat on the sofa holding a pillow: "I have never seen him panic and helpless like today. He was so humble and almost begging before me. He was very scared and realized his mistake. I don't think we need to worry about the previous things anymore. He hasn't caused us any trouble for more than a year."

"Don't you think, at this time, you must not think about problems with emotion, Mimi, he is Tommy Motula!"

Song Ya raised his voice, "Do you remember that he once said in front of you that he would kill me and ruin us? He didn't trouble us because his current strength couldn't touch us, but he didn't give him any less. Ask for trouble, you are soft to him now... it's the new version of the story of the farmer and the snake."

"He is just getting angry, and people will always return to reason. We are all married, can't he accept the facts?"

Mariah Carey said: "I love you APLUS, but he is always the one who helped me start my career, and I am still grateful... Sometimes I can't help but think, maybe we are the snake."

"Ha! You regret it, you feel guilty? Have you forgotten that you told me how much you hated him controlling you to monitor you? He still secretly listened to you!"

Song Ya sneered, "Didn't you leave him half of the manager's income? He can earn a good income from you every year, and this reward is already in place."

"Are you better than him?"

She shook her fingers and counted: "You also need to care about wearing clothes, and you also need to care about eating and drinking. You also force me to shape my body every day..."

"How dare I care about you, you are now more and more exposed, eating and drinking are becoming more and more unrestrained, I don't supervise you and never take the initiative to exercise..." Song Ya walked over and carried her to the party tonight. Evening dress straps spit out.

"hate……"

She took away Song Ya's hand, "I eat with my voice, OK? So you start to despise me now? The sweet words you promised me before are all fake. At least Motula was not caught in bed by me."

"Every time I say it, I start to mention that. Are you going to use that handle to press me for the rest of my life!?" Song Ya jumped immediately after being stabbed.

"You bastard APLUS, now more and more... more and more excessive! It is you who stole the food, how can you be so confident!?"

She threw the pillow over and began to cry, "I shed more tears for you than any other man, APLUS, you bastard woo..."

"Okay, okay, let's not quarrel about this, Mimi, don't always get involved in irrelevant issues when discussing business matters. I apologize for the attitude just now. What Motula wants you to do and how to do it to let it go he?"

Song Ya didn't move any more, he hugged her and started to coax.

"He begged me to indicate when the police questioned that the matter had passed, and he voluntarily stopped investigating and abandoning the civil lawsuit."

She sniffed and replied: "At the same time, she refused to provide other evidence."

"We don't have any new evidence either. That tape had already been handed over to the New York police at the time. The staff of the Telephone and Telegraph Company and the two private investigators were both twisted by Vic..."

Song Ya said that the expression on his face became more subtle, "Mimi, wait, don't rush to make a decision, okay?" He immediately called the old Mike to the private beach for a private conversation. This villa is not large and has no sound insulation. A good study room is available.

"What do you think of Mike, it was Sean’s confession to the New York police.

"I do not know."

Old Mike shrugged, "Didn't the FBI allow lawyers to intervene now? Sean's attorney should be able to get the formal reason for his transfer to New York detention."

"Shawn's attorney was appointed by the police and firefighting staff association. The union lawyer will not talk to Goodman and the others about the case, but may reveal something to Peter privately..." Song Ya guessed.

"Or you ask a reporter?" Old Mike gave an idea.

"I don't dare to trust reporters now, even if they belong to..."

Song Ya felt his chin and thought, "Perhaps the white reporter from Cassidy will find out."

"The relationship between Vic and Sean is very delicate now. They may have entered the confession game." Old Mike reminded.

"You said...Will Vic put the charge of killing the FBI on Sean?" Song Ya's mind continued to spin quickly.

"Then they will enter the bite between prisoners. This is what the prosecutor would like to see most. Vic and Sean are both senior black policemen. It is impossible not to avoid this situation." Old Mike said.

"Senior black police..." Song Ya was amused by the word.

"The more you talk, the farther away you are, kid." Old Mike rolled his eyes and complained.

"Oh yes, what were we talking about? Really, I am also suffering from Mimi's ills, and I just went somewhere else without knowing it..."

Song Ya retracted his fluttering thoughts, "Motula is suddenly panicked now, so there should be new major evidence against him in the wiretapping case, right?"

"Yes." Old Mike nodded.

"Will this new evidence have anything to do with Sean?" Song Ya asked.

"Don’t make the associations because of your nervousness. We must know that Sean knows that the testimony he submitted to the New York police at the time was the result of our discussion. If he submits new evidence for the wiretapping case, it will only be detrimental to you, rather than not. It's good for Motula. There is no police or FBI to come to you now, but Motula obviously feels the pressure..." Old Mike analyzed.

"Yeah, I'm confused when I care. Really, Mimi is not obedient..."

Song Ya thinks about it, too. If he can turn the self-reliant Motula back to begging for a woman who has betrayed him, then he must be in trouble now and panic.

"Mimi, have you considered it?" Song Ya asked her when she returned to the villa.

"Wait, I'm calling the lawyer."

Mariah Carey is holding a phone consultation.

"Didn't Goodman and Hamlin also represent part of your business? Ask them if it is cheaper." Song Ya persuaded.

"Shhh! Don't eavesdrop on my call..."

She drove Song Ya away from her side and came to the showdown after the phone call, "First, I won't go to court to testify." She raised her index finger and said.

"Yes." Song Ya nodded, and she went to court to testify that Motula was also bad for her own public image.

"Second, even if he is criminally convicted, I will not initiate a civil lawsuit against him." She said.

"Alright." The criminal conviction was a devastating blow to Motula, and neither herself nor Mariah Carey looked down on the money for civil compensation.

"Third, under the first two premises, if the police come to me to collect evidence, I will tell what I know, only the facts." She said.

"No problem, Mimi, you are so kind..."

That was enough, Song Ya hugged her.

"Hmm..." The two kissed together, as good as glue.

Two days later, the two visited the Hollywood film industry together. Today is the audition for the male lead. The final round, and perhaps another round, depends on the results of the collective discussion between the producer, director and others.

As for the male second, Joe Pessi must be out of the game. Linton, Ridley Scott and Yeremov decided to choose John Markovic after discussing it, but Linton lied to Steve Buscemi’s agent. His client still has the opportunity to use the competition between the two to suppress the pay of John Malkovich, and he is used to filming small-scale producers. This kind of small trick is well-known, and Song Ya is not going to be bad. His business.

"Knock out this boy, I want him to be the hero of my movie."

Before the audition started, the others were in the casting room. The couple looked at the actor's resume of the auditioning male lead in Linton's office. Mariah Carey caught Jude Law at a glance.

"You are almost a little bit!"

Song Ya is sour and sour. His wife is shooting a love movie with her ex-boyfriend and looking for a beautiful boy to play with. It's too much...

He warned with a stern face, "Your words are spread. If Jude Law loses the election, our reputation will be affected."

"Hmph, I don't care..." She acted like a baby.

"If he is eliminated in today’s audition, you just ask the casting director of Xingmeng Tears to contact Jude Law’s agent, but don’t tell others that he is deliberately eliminated. No matter what you say in private in Hollywood. Be cautious." Song Ya educates her by the way: "The media here especially like to make up and make up things..."

"Ha, I'm DIVA, don't I know? It's not that we are the only ones here, I don't know how to say this, how can I say that I am older than you!"

The two flirted, "What is this?" After reading the male lead's resume, she went to other folders on Linton's desk.

"Don't touch other people's things, and say that I am older than me, really like a child."

Song Ya said, but didn't bother to stop her.

But his wife's face suddenly brushed and gloomy. She clenched her teeth and her chest began to rise and fall violently. "What's the matter?" He stretched out his head to look at it. It turned out to be a female match list. The male protagonist's image is assigned to a female, so most of the characters' corresponding frames are still empty. Only behind the role of the senior prostitute, Linton has already marked Xue Linfen's name...

Oh...