"But there are many reporters downstairs in my house."
"That's your problem." She hung up.
Song Ya calmly planned in the room, "Taraji, is my fake beard still there? Old Mike, lend me one of your jackets." He started to solve the problem.
"What do you want?" Taraji asked.
"I'm going out, alone." He drew some cash from the cookie jar under the bed.
"Can you throw away the reporter?" Old Mike brought a hoodie. "It's better than a jacket." He threw a pair of plain glasses to him.
"It's okay, you taught me to change my walking posture and posture, right?"
"Be careful."
"I know."
He puts on makeup and stepped out.
igotonefootoutthedoor
herearekes?
"Uh, give me the house key."
He put on his beard and glasses, hid his head in his hat, arched his back, making his body appear rickety, and his walking posture has also been changed deliberately. Instead of going to the usual underground parking lot, he walked freely from the gate of the building to the street.
No reporters connected him to Dahong's aps.
aeigottaleave, eah
thebakoftheab
itipthedriver, headofti
gettherefast
igotourbodond
iantitbad
ooh, jtthethoughtofougetssohigh, sohigh
He walked to the intersection and beckoned to stop Xiao Huang and reported the address, "Go faster, brother." He said with a thick throat to the dirty black driver.
"Oke." The driver didn't recognize him either. "An nger is going to the rich area. I got it."
When the other party turned on the radio, it was the epirestateofd of the two, "I grew up in Chicago, and now I am walking in New York..." The driver sang along with joy.
In New York in the wee hours of the morning, neon lights that never go out shone on the windows of the car, turning into shining rays as the speed of the car increases.
"Dude, do you like aps? This kid is too fucking, those white girls are crazy for him, fighting, tearing clothes, ho!"
Song Ya ignored him.
"Boom...pong! Ada!" The driver held the steering wheel with one hand and gestured with the other, as if describing the fight between Fergie and Mira, and then let out a Bruce Lee's iconic shout~www. mtlnovel.com~ Arriving at the door of a townhouse in the Upper East Side, it is really quiet and peaceful, without paparazzi, and without the glitz and noise of other parts of Manhattan.
"No need to find it." Song Ya threw a large bill to the other party, got off the car, walked forward, and waited for the taxi to move away, then turned around and pushed open the concealed garden gate, walked through the small garden, and came to the door of the villa, taking a deep breath In one breath.
there\'\'tdo, iouldn\'tdo
jttogetupnexttoou
He raised his hand, only to find that this door was also hidden...
"Come up." Mariah Carey's voice came upstairs.
Close the door, go upstairs, and walk into the only room with lights on.
Except for the charming smile, she was empty, twisting her body like a model on the catwalk, and slowly approaching.
"Smoke Seeing Meixing" Song Ya suddenly popped an idiom in his mind.
Her neck was clambered up with her hands, "bab, i\'ours." Her eyes met, and she bit her red lips lightly, expressing a straightforward love.
girl, ou\'retheone
ianttoant
andifouant, girl, ougot
there\'\'tdo, iouldn\'tdo
jttogetupnextou
jttogetupnextou
jttogetupnexttoou
jttogetupnexttoou
Chicago 1990 Chapter 260: deep sea
The sleepless night quickly passed, and the sun slipped in through the gaps in the curtains.
"I only have this..."
After the harmonious morning exercise, Mariah Carey brought in a bag of biscuits from outside, turned on the TV, then climbed onto the bed, got into Song Ya's arms, and leaned her head on his chest comfortably.
'The 34th Grammy Awards was announced yesterday. The late female singer won the annual album, the annual album and the best traditional pop singing album as the biggest winner. The annual single was won by Mariah Carey and APLUS’s EmpireState&nbind. Best Newcomer Award...'
CBS Morning News is broadcasting a briefing, "Is it okay to stay here all the time? What about your assistants and bodyguards?" Song Ya kissed her forehead, took the cookie bag and opened it, which contained various animal shapes. His little biscuits were physically exhausted. He grabbed a handful of them and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing them loudly.
"On vacation, I said I'm too tired recently, and want to rest at home for a day, not going anywhere..."
Mariah Carey lazily presses the remote control, constantly changing channels.
"APLUS still stared at Mila affectionately when she came on stage to receive the award. The two of them are still in love?" The narration of a small New York cable station made her suddenly refreshed, and she sat upright.
The TV screen freezes when she is reading the award testimonials, and the camera behind Mira's side just catches Song Ya's gaze.
She turned her head, her big eyes stared, "Ahem." Song Ya was almost choked, and the big mouthful of biscuits in her mouth sprayed all over the sheets. "These TV stations really have no morals, I At that time, under the sweeping stage, they captured this scene out of context."
Mariah Carey, the virtue of the unscrupulous media, is naturally aware, pouting and not pursuing it further, "You shouldn't look away from me."
"Yes, yes, if I don't look away, the news will be big."
Song Ya got out of bed and took the initiative to clean up the biscuits and other debris, "Go over." He pushed the opponent.
"I really don't have any strength at all." She lay down again, lying on the bed like a child.
"Get up." Song Ya picked her up and threw it directly to the other side of the bed.
"Haha!" She laughed, "You hate it!" He picked up a pillow and threw it over.
The two made a fuss with pillows. Song Ya guessed it was time to go. He went to the bathroom to clean up the candles on the bathtub rack, a pair of wine glasses with red wine left, and the thrown towels and bathrobes. Then I dragged the water all over the floor clean, and when I saw that there were no traces, I stopped with satisfaction.
Looking back, Mariah Carey leaned against the bathroom door somehow, "Wow, good man." She smiled and applauded.
"Humph, of course, Girl, you\'retheone Iwanttowantme..." He hummed and hugged her, and the two kissed.
After tossing for a while, Song Ya gently covered her with a quilt, glued her beard, and made up a full set of disguise, and slipped out of the door. This kind of rough makeup during the day is easier to see through, but it’s okay. At two intersections, Old Mike was already waiting on the side of the road in a humble old car.
"Don't keep your head down when you walk, and don't look around frequently."
Old Mike started the car and said, "Don’t look around frequently with your head down. It will look too sneaky. With your skin color, in such a rich area, the police officer has a high probability of finding an excuse to arrest you. ."
"I see, thank you Mike."
There is a clear distinction between communities in the United States. The wealthy areas and even the good communities are very vigilant and vigilant. The walking posture I have just now certainly has nothing to do with crime, but the reality is that I may indeed put myself at risk.
He took the newspaper bought by old Mike casually. This guy likes to read social news, "Dingkins doesn't seem to reduce the crime rate in New York?" He just flipped through it and there were many reports of vicious cases.
"Who knows." Old Mike replied.
"Huh?" He saw a piece of news and Senator Al Gore announced that he would not participate in the Donkey Party primary election.
"Uh, I wanted to tell him to donate some money." He continued to watch, except for Gore, some of the donkey party bigwigs with high voices also flinched.
"It seems that the party has stabilized."
He shook his head and moved his thoughts away from politics. Last night, the apocalyptic song'WanttoWantMe' was sung by the same singer as Trumpets (trumpet) last time. "This is staring at a sheep's hair. ...Brother, I'm sorry." He silently apologized to the excellent male singer.