Watching Taraji sorting out the samples, packing them and sending them back to the magazine, suddenly Hayden and Yeremov rushed in one after another. Hayden took the cassette and headed straight to the TV with a solemn expression.
He was so familiar with this scene that he didn't need to ask to know that something happened again.
The news source came from a local television station in Los Angeles. The cameraman seemed to be running, and the picture was trembling. When finally stabilized, two blonde girls, one tall and one short, appeared in front of the camera.
Looks like Mira and Fergie? The scene is probably somewhere in Los Angeles Airport.
"Ah..." Taraji put his hand on his mouth artificially, "There is a good show."
The two of them turned their backs to the camera and didn't look at each other, but from the perspective of body language they should be talking.
Mila hugged her hands on her chest. At first she was calm and relaxed. After ten seconds, she didn’t know what Fergie said irritated her. Suddenly she stretched out her hand and grabbed Fergie’s hair. She is tall and has long hands. He staggered the opponent so far, and finally fell to the ground.
On the TV came the exclamation and weird calls of reporters and paparazzi around the photographer.
Mira seemed to still want to pursue ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Her agent and assistants rushed over to stop her, and Jimmy on the other side also went to help Fergie.
When reminded, Milla looked back at the reporters here, then turned and tried to leave.
Fergie got up from the ground, without knowing where she was, pushing Jimmy away, sullenly, and slammed into Mira.
Mila couldn't help but was held by her waist, and the two fell together along the inertia.
Now Fergie was riding on her, occupying a favorable position. The short girl slapped Mila's face aggressively, and the crisp slap in the face was perfectly captured by the camera.
"Oh!" the reporters roared in unison.
Then there were screams and torns. The girls' fighting tricks were used for grabbing hair, pulling clothes, and scratching nails.
The cameramen and reporters all squeezed forward.
Airport security came to stop people.
Mila’s bodyguard finally reacted after a brief stupefaction. He stepped forward and grabbed Fergie’s arms, trying to pull her away from Mila, but he didn’t expect that Mila was holding Fergie’s shirt firmly, one facing outwards. Pulling, pulling one downwards, Fergie's clothes were pulled apart like rubber bands, revealing the majestic pink underwear wrapped under her chest.
The reporters began to press the shutter madly, and the screen was turned into a blank white by the flash.
Jimmy went to rescue Fergie bravely, but was tripped on the ground by the suitcase, so he could only grab Mila's bodyguard's leg and was dragged on the ground by the strong bodyguard.
In the end, the two were separated, and Milla, with her disheveled hair, raised her long legs and tried to kick Fergie, who was pulled away, under the obstruction of her assistant. The picture was frozen in the white **** under her skirt...
When the TV screen turned into gray noise, Song Ya still opened her mouth and held her forehead with her hands, without saying a word.
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 254: Different coping styles
"APLUS?"
"Huh?" Song Ya slowed down and found that Hayden and the others were looking at him, "I'm sorry, I just wandered."
The TV screen just now gave him another apocalypse. It is still a fragment of a future movie. Three beautiful white girls are torn in the bathroom like Mila and Fergie. There is no dialogue or plot, the soundtrack...
He was happy when he heard the soundtrack at first, but the two missing songs finally got a lot of attention, eh? Seems to be a symphony similar to Game of Thrones? It is difficult to put it in my first album! Okay, it's better to have apocalypse than nothing, huh? wrong?
Listening carefully, he found that Apocalypse was digging a hole again, and the soundtrack turned out to be a classic Carmen Overture, something from the last century, which has a shame! ? I don’t know the story of this movie.
"Jimmy just called me. Both he and Mira's agent chose to settle. After paying a few hundred fines at the airport police station, he and Fergie have already boarded the flight back to Chicago." Hayden watched. Look at the watch, "It's about two hours before landing."
"How about the follow-up PR?" Song Ya asked.
"First of all, I must apologize, and then see how the media reports. This is not necessarily a bad thing, especially for the record sales of both of you."
Yeremov was a little bit excited, "A dog-blood love triangle, two actresses are jealous of men fighting for men, and the camera goes out...there are all hot spots, and the media will never let it go."
"Well, we will draw up an apology right away, and then you go to the airport and ask Fergie to read it out to the media. By the way, call Goodman and Taraji, you go to Fergie's closet and pick a set more solemnly Go with your clothes, too."
Song Ya immediately went to work. Soon, an apology was prepared, and Yeremov took it to the airport, and Goodman and Taraji went with him.
Three hours later, Fergie appeared at Chicago's Midway Airport. Because too many reporters were jamming people, the airport took the initiative to channel them to their own press room.
"I apologize to the public and the media for what happened a few hours ago. My impulsive behavior has given children and adolescents a bad example. I have now deeply realized the mistake and asked the public for forgiveness. At the same time, I also asked the same The passengers apologized again. My personal behavior caused the flight to be delayed by one hour and fifteen minutes, which caused trouble to their scheduled itinerary. I'm sorry."
Fergie, who had put on the new suit, wore large sunglasses that covered half of her face. After reading the apology word by word, she walked away quickly under the **** of Yeremov and others and the airport security.
"Miss Fergie, can you talk about you and Mira?"
"Does APLUS still maintain an extraordinary relationship with Mira?"
"Fuji, did you fight because of APLUS?"
"Hey! Just talk about it!"
The paparazzi reluctantly followed the car to the gate of Hyde Park.
"Huh." Fergie entered the door and saw Song Ya standing in front of her, and turned her head very uncomfortably, "You won't come to pick me up."
"The scene will be more chaotic when I go."
Song Ya stepped forward and coaxed: "Do you know how worried I am about you?"
"A liar!" Fergie avoided his arm, pouting herself upstairs.
"Can you tell me what the cause is?" Song Ya followed her into the bedroom.
"Did you not read the news? She beat me first." Fergie took off her sunglasses, her eyes were slightly swollen, "Look!" She lifted her top, her white chest had several nail scratches. Yes." Turning around again, there are black greens on his back and waist.
"You guys are very ruthless."
Song Ya sighed, and finally put her in her arms, "I see your slap on the news."
"Distressed, don't you?" Fergie twisted and tried to break free.
"Why, I only feel sorry for you. By the way, I called a doctor for you, and I just waited downstairs."
I've always tried all the magic words, but this time Fergie is a little bit off. "I need an assistant, and a bodyguard, a lot of bodyguards!" She cried out loudly: "With so many people on her side, I am a stupid broker. People, I can’t help! All are bullying me, oooooo..."
"There are, there are, both."
It's time to give Fergie a certain star treatment, "An assistant, a bodyguard and driver, I'll get you right away and get a new car."
"Really?" Fergie sniffed, stopping her tears.
"Of course it's true. You're well-known now. It's okay to wait for a second-tier singer on the first album release station in the future?" Song Ya prescribed the right medicine.