It’s not difficult for Quincy Jones’ daughter to come and go, right?
Don't keep suggesting anything, Rashida is a top student at Harvard, and she started her own business very early...
as looks so tired, so distressed!
Yeah, yeah, and finally there is no Shakira's stand photo, it's annoying to see her!
Like my neighbor’s wife, Latin Bitch is the most clingy, leaning on AS all day, showing her affection and showing people disgusting.
Rashida Jones refreshed happily, and the post was very fast, with several pages in a while, and she appreciated them one by one.
It wasn't until some users who had English mixed with Latin words countered the previous messages and quickly turned into quarrel posts, that she left the computer contentedly.
"Why are you here?" Just in time to meet Kidada Jones who had just entered the door.
"Can't I come?"
My sister has always been rude, "It's you, why are you here in New York?"
"Stay for a while." In fact, she was hesitant to go to France to chase stars, so she came to New York, where the flight distance is shorter.
"Don't blame me for not reminding you, the street here is a bit unsafe, the bad boy record that brags about the old man, the newly established murder record of irv Gaudi, the Wudang Gang alliance in Staten Island are fighting, and foxy
os...The contradiction between these people has quickly developed to the point where they may draw their guns and fight each other. "
Kedada kindly reminded, "Be careful yourself."
"I'm not like you, I like to mix in that circle. You wait..."
Rashida suddenly realized that something was wrong, "Aren't jazzy and nas good brothers?"
"It was still at the beginning of the year, but I heard that Jazzy was discovered by NAS not long ago the woman who slept with him, so..." As 2ac's ex-girlfriend, Kedada has very good information on this aspect and is generally quite accurate.
"Does jazzy's boss know? Nas is his boss's good brother!"
Wouldn't it be more reason to go to France to find him? Rashida struggled fiercely inside.
"Hehe, stop making a fuss, someone will tell As for such a big thing. Oh, right..."
Kiddada had another gossip, "Why did I hear that Coca-Cola was signing him? He is not as popular as Coca-Cola..."
"Not as red as before!?"
Rashida immediately grabbed the information blind zone of his sister, "He is so popular now, okay? A cup of life established his brand new position in the world music scene, Mercedes-Benz, Gui, Athens watch... Now also add Coca-Cola, no Why do these big companies ask him to be their global spokesperson!? You know very well that this is the treatment that global superstars can get!"
"Haha, what's so fierce, bitch? You're amazing, you're a passerby, but what's the use? He already has a real girlfriend, so loving..."
Kidada fought back, "Don't be idle, help me clean up, and people from the company are coming."
"What are you doing?"
"What else, hold a party."
"Then I'm leaving! Every time I make the house utterly smeared!"
"Please!"
Rashida's friends who hate her sister the most, they just leave, pick up the phone and call a taxi to book a ticket, go back to the room, pack up, and go out.
At present, there is only AS's Athens watch advertisement in the United States. She was in the car watching the confidently smiling man in the light box until she never saw it again.
When she was waiting for the flight, she flipped through the latest issue of the French version of vogue magazine, and she discovered the portrait photos taken by as for Gucci, and quickly bought a collection.
"Paris, I'm coming..."
When I walked out of the Charles de Gaulle Airport terminal, I suddenly regretted a little bit of crying. I pressed the colorful inner page of As, who was wearing a Gucci and sitting with his feet up, on his chest, feeling very humble.
"Beautiful lady, welcome to Paris!"
The French taxi driver came up to show his courtesy.
"Send me to... the hotel."
It's all here, as she is always watching the movement of As, she naturally knows where the other party lives.
The atmosphere of the World Cup here is completely different from that of the United States. The more you drive towards the city center, the French flags are everywhere on both sides of the street, and the entrances of restaurants and bars on the street are also painted with football elements.
"Oh oh oh oh oh!"
The taxi driver happened to also put the cup of life and sang loudly.
"Is as red in France?" she asked.
"What?" The other party didn't understand English well.
"As!" She pointed to the car cassette player, "Red? Here." She speaks simple French.
"Oh..." The driver nodded in a long tone~www.mtlnovel.com~ and gave a thumbs up, "Look!" Suddenly he pointed his hand out.
Passing by the Parc des Princes in Paris, a circle outside the stadium is full of huge posters of famous players from all over the world. As the driver is pointing, as is wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt and leather pants. He is holding a microphone in one hand and tilting the other. Pointing to the sky on one side, his hips twisted to the other side with a big arc, his smile was extremely bright and sunny.
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Rashida noticed Shakira on the side again, her mouth curled.
"and also!"
Not far from the stadium, there is an open-air plaza for the public to watch the game, and the advertisement of Mercedes-Benz is playing on the big screen... or a short film? It was not time for the game, and it seemed that there was no sound. As was being hugged and stopped in front of an engine profile, with a smile on his face, he was saying something, and he also gave a thumbs up.
"It's everywhere! It's all him!" The French driver left the steering wheel with both hands, excited with excitement. "And the girls! They are crazy!"
When the car drove near the hotel, Rashida saw the smiling face of As again. The female fans who had been sitting on the lawn rested and hugged them in cheering cardboards. There were a lot of people and all kinds of slogans.
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 1211: Safe Harbor Clause
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"Mr. Hayden, it's me, Rashida Jones... Yes, I'm downstairs, downstairs in the hotel!"
During the World Cup, the good hotels were full. Rashida didn't panic and called immediately after being blocked by the hotel guards in the lobby.
"Uh……"
Hayden scratched his head and came down to pick up someone. He looked at her vigilantly and then asked, "You came alone?"
"Yes."
"Is there anything important?"
"I heard some important news from New York rap circles, and I need to tell him personally." Rashida was prepared.
"Well, put on this."
Hayden couldn't help but put a visitor card lanyard on her head, "Come with me and say that he belongs to Vibe Magazine."
"Oh." She agreed aggrieved, and obediently followed Hayden into the elevator.
The agent with as led the way and it was unimpeded. When he got out of the elevator on the top floor, Rashida was quickly led into Songya’s presidential suite. As soon as he walked in, he heard music and Spanish singing. Shakira was on the sofa by the window. Holding the guitar and singing and playing and singing, Gloria and Estefan were sitting next to them and listening quietly. There were some South American musicians around the three, holding wine in their hands, or sitting or standing. .
Shakira noticed her, and the hand flicking the strings slowed down.
"Hi!"
The rivals met...I don't know if she counts, she squeezed out a smile unconvincingly, and raised her hand to say hello.
"Rashida! Long time no see, how is your father?"
Everyone knew Quincy Jones’ daughter, and Estefan took the initiative to hug, "How come to France?"