"Then what shall we do?"
Estefan didn't bother to care about little plums, he asked.
"Anyway, you have to wait till afternoon to have lunch first?" Hayden suggested.
"Well, just bring me some back."
At this time, the engineer had just set up the internet in the lounge. Song Ya took her laptop to connect it, and visited the American Music website at the extremely slow internet speed, checked her account login and forum posting permissions, and was in Douao The exclusive voice channel that played an important role in Pula may be useful again.
Last night, he immediately informed Sloan about Tan Beng. Sloan complained a few words but could only look for remedies.
At about three in the afternoon, good news finally came from FIFA. The Cup of Life and WeAreOne received the theme song at the same time. The French song is "Do you mind if I play football?", as the original theme song recognized by the host country, the ranking meeting Slightly higher.
"Keep your voice down!"
Shakira stopped the cheering people in the lounge, Song Ya was already asleep at this time, snoring evenly.
However, he couldn't sleep for long. The people who promoted the matchmaking on FIFA immediately came over. From now on, both the Cup of Life and WeAreOne will get the resources of the world's largest sports organization.
‘Toot, Toot, Toot...’
Until the evening, Song Ya appeared on the stage on the passionate Latin drums and trombone to release her energy and enthusiasm. Unfortunately, due to the undecided influence of the chairman, Aweng, Blatter and others in the audience were not very excited.
"Chasing glory, chasing the cup of life"
But because of this, Song Ya sang even more vigorously. It seems that a man cannot lack love and enemies in his life. The pressure of competition can make him more motivated. "This is fighting for survival!"
"Fight for her!"
"Si! Yes!" Shakira and the musicians echoed loudly.
"Fight for her!"
"Si!"
"Tuyyo! Alealeale, you and me ahhhhhhhhh..."
Huh? Song Ya suddenly saw a familiar face in the audience. It was like Mira at the Grammy Awards. She was sitting in the front corner, smiling and applauding to herself.
Shakira, obrigado
Shakira, thank you
émeu, éseu, hojeétudonosso
Belongs to you, also belongs to me, today we belong to each other
Quandoeuhamoundointeiroprajoga
When I send an invitation to the world
épramostrarqueeuposso: (/
I want you to see that I can do it!
Then he and Shakira sang WeAreOne again. He stepped back to the side and gave the center of the stage to a short Latin girl in a cropped outfit and his own pair of tight leather pants.
Shakira’s lower waist is lower. She sings and shakes her head like a motor on the stage, with Middle Eastern style belly dancing elements, and her slender waist that has returned to 100% postpartum state makes the audience The old men looked intently.
"Hey! Why are you here!?"
Putting his worries aside, Song Ya celebrated at the subsequent reception dinner, socializing and socializing with FIFA people, and expanding his contacts.
He saw Mira again.
"Remember that in South America, we...that time both Avon and Bailey were there?"
Mila simply wore a short jacket and jeans with a neutral style. Compared with Shakira, Mao Mei’s ex-girlfriend and Xue Linfen have a different temperament, a temperament that once fascinated herself, "There is a FIFA The person who left me with a business card, and then I learned that he was Mr. Blatter’s nephew."
"Oh?"
"We will always meet and chat in Europe later, I know you are fighting for FIFA's support, so I..."
Shakira watched the two exchanges vigilantly and deliberately dangled in front of Song Ya. Song Ya casually hugged her waist and started smoothly.
When Mira saw this scene, she lowered her head and smiled, her eyes calmly continued and said: "So I also helped a little bit."
"Haha, Mira, your help is not called ‘a little’."
Hayden, one of her co-agents, lowered his voice and helped to explain to the confused Song Ya, "She persuaded the Ermao Football Association, and there is another former Small National Football Association to support Mr. Blatter."
"But I'm not sure, so Hayden is not allowed to tell you in advance." Mira added.
"Wow……"
Song Ya was moved, "This is very important to me, isn't it easy to do it?"
"Fortunately, I am considered red over there." Mira waved her hand casually.
"Mila knows the top politicians over there." Hayden said cheerfully.
Unexpectedly, she said she didn't rely on women, and finally she was passive. Song Ya was speechless for a while, looked at her face and muttered, "Thank you anyway."
"Well, I might participate in the YSL (Yves Saint Laurent) show at the opening ceremony. See you then?" Mira toasted.
"Okay, see you then."
Song Ya realized something from her too calm attitude and didn't want to wait until the time came. She found someone to act and found her at the dinner party.
"you……"
She couldn't help saying more, grabbing her hand and sneaking into the hand-washing compartment.
As before, he kissed it aggressively.
"No, no."
She closed her eyes and accepted the long kiss first, but quickly put her hand against the man’s chest. uukanshu.com "APLUS, it won't be anymore." She looked straight at her with her emerald eyes, "You are very good to me, the heroine of the movie, and there are records...but I don't like to accompany other women to do that with you. , Not anymore."
"I……"
Mira used her finger to block Song Ya's trying to save her mouth, such as trying to say something love, "This time it will be my reward, although I know this kind of trivial matter is nothing to you..."
She squeezed out a smile, then walked around herself and pushed open the partition door, turned her head and blinked playfully, "Anyway, let me be the same as before?"
"Mila..." Song Ya didn't know what to say, she really shouldn't be so selfish, "Don't say that."
"That's it?" she asked.
"……Ok."
"Huh, Bye?"
"Bye."
"Goodbye." She raised her hand freely and waved, then turned and left.
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"No, it's okay..."
Sloan twisted and cried.
"What?" Song Ya raised her head and wiped her mouth.
"That's it for today." Sloan fiddled with his hair, struggling to reach out and open the small purse on the bedside table, "Here you are, no need to look for it."
Song Ya's eyes instantly solidified on the green twenty-dollar bill, "Really? I...don't be pitiful."
"Who pity you! Do you want?"
Sloan shook the banknotes and was grabbed by Song Ya.
came back! Are all back! Dignity, confidence...
Sloan’s evaluation in this regard is the most pertinent and disdainful of coaxing himself. He clenched the money in his hand, crying with blood in his heart, and the corners of his eyes were unconsciously moist. "But the doctor said I only recovered 80%. "The tone was also choked.
"80%...I feel the same, but your skills have improved a lot."
Sloan gathered his wet blonde hair, half-sit up and teased, "Maybe it's a last resort for the past year?"
"Hmph, this is a good thing, won't I be stronger when I return to full state?"
What do you rely on for misfortune? It seemed that the words that human potential was forced out were right, Song Ya couldn't help but start thinking about it.
"Seriously, you are more original and interesting, personally."
"Hey, don't believe me." Song Ya buried his head again.
"Hey! Stop service! Immediately!"
"beg me……"
"In fact, don’t worry too much. Little Bronfman is not a Motula. He will not spend all his energy on his career. Rich second-generation and third-generation people like to make “decisions” while having fun. That kind of person only needs to make decisions. ."
Time has quietly arrived in April of 1998. Sloan has returned to the state of a cold professional elite. With red lips sipping Siren coffee, he spoke to Song in the office of the president of Litman Media in a small town in New York State. Ya said, “They were born with a large amount of wealth, and no longer need to work hard for something. In the current economic situation, as long as the decision is not bad, it is easy to get money.”