"see you tomorrow."
The next day, "Ka!" The director was about to collapse, "Just a short mv, are you not ready yet, two big stars!?"
The two people in front of the camera stopped, "We are not in the right mood, sorry." Song Ya motioned to replay the accompaniment again.
He and Mariah Carey are close at hand but can't get the chance to be alone. Both of them are full of this. The more they desire, the more irritable.
"Forget it." The director looked at his watch, "Go on this afternoon, you guys have a good rest."
"Hmm..." The film crew all protested with a deep sigh.
The two people walked into Song Ya's dressing room while chatting without words. The bodyguard stood by the door, and the female assistant followed him in.
"I want to eat sunflower seed bread at noon." Mariah Carey repeated the same trick.
"Okay." The female assistant turned to go out, and her voice came from outside the door, "Go to this store and bring Miss Kelly some sunflower seed bread, as fast as possible..."
The two looked at each other helplessly, Mariah Carey was so worried that she almost cried, "What to do?" She whispered, "I feel like I'm imprisoned. Why not wait for me to find an excuse for Tommy to take her. Fired?"
"It's useless, you can't find a candidate yourself. Maybe Motula will find a more loyal person to replace her, using the method I said?" Song Ya looked at her passion for adultery, and felt too He was fierce, planning to take a bigger risk.
"Don't..." She shook the corner of Song Ya's clothes in fear.
"I have asked someone to buy it." The female assistant came in again, and she had to let go and fiddle with her hair in the makeup mirror.
"Don't be afraid, look at me." Song Ya leaned down, finished speaking in her ear, and kissed her cheek directly.
Mariah Carey's body suddenly became very stiff, she looked at the assistant with a guilty conscience.
Of course, the female assistant didn’t miss this scene. First, she was stunned, and then the meaning in her eyes became more and more complicated. Looking at Song Ya and then looking at her, she should have begun to correspond to the various behaviors of the two in the past. It seems that suddenly After thinking about it, she suddenly realized that her face suddenly became very pale.
"Did you see it?" Song Ya hooked her finger at her, "Come here."
"Uh, Mr. Aplus, I advise you to keep a distance with Miss Kelly right away, you are a bit over the line." The female assistant did not listen to him, and looked at Mariah Carey, "Miss Kelly, shall we return to your own first? Dressing room."
"Don't go." Mariah Carey turned her head, afraid to look at her.
"Come here, I don't want to say it the third time."
Song Ya scowled and stared at the female assistant fiercely, with murderous expression in his eyes, "Or do you think I am just an ordinary young singer? You were in that nightclub at the time, didn't you?"
This sentence is very lethal. The female assistant looked at him with fear in her eyes, her lips trembled subconsciously, and finally walked up to him obediently.
"You are Miss Kelly’s assistant. You are only responsible for her. There are some things, some things, what should be said, what should not be said, I don’t want a word to reach other people’s ears, including Mr. Motula ,do you understand?"
Song Ya warned word by word.
"You are wrong to do this..." She was still struggling.
"What's wrong? Both of us are single, free people." Song Ya and Mariah Carey, who was about to tremble nervously, looked at each other, and simply didn't stop doing it, and made a gesture of shooting. Reaching the shoulders of the female assistant, "Motura is still 30 points, it's not difficult to choose..."
Anyway, the foul name is outside, don’t use it, don’t use it.
"I..." The female assistant Huarong paled, "I understand."
"And you should have served Miss Kelly alone." Song Ya said to her Bao Nunu on the table, "Mimi, take out my checkbook."
Mariah Carey quickly opened the bag and took out the checkbook.
"Pen, stupid."
She found out the pen again.
Song Ya signed ten thousand dollars and tore it off, "This is for you."
"No, no, no, I can't collect your money..."
"Huh?" Song Ya stared.
The female assistant had to accept the check, "Well, thank you Mr. Aplus."
"If you are satisfied, there will be in the future, if you make me dissatisfied..."
"No, no, I will be tight-lipped."
"Very good..." Song Ya took Mariah Carey directly in front of her.
"We won't treat you badly." Mariah Carey, who put down worry all at once, said with a happy face, reaching out and supporting her shoulder.
"Miss Kelly, don't be too...er, don't make it difficult for me."
"No, we...ah!"
The woman in her arms was not finished speaking, she was picked up by Song Ya and walked directly into the changing room, "Wait, badass, that fan..."
"you guys……"
The female assistant who saw this scene almost fell off, "So you guys..." She didn't dare to speak loudly again, and went around the dressing room a few times like a fly without her head, until she began to hear the subtle rumors from it. After the sobbing sound, he hurried to the door to guard him. After waiting for a long time, his heart became more and more flustered, and he came back to remind the two busy people: "Could you hurry up."
"It's coming soon..."
"Very good, very good, Miss Kelly, your vitality is back!"
In the afternoon, the director was very satisfied. After the last shot was taken, all the staff clapped, "I am afraid that your dance will remain in my memory for a lifetime. It is more relaxed than the one at the ama awards party."
"Thank you."
Mariah Carey jumped with blushing cheeks, panting heavily and raised her hands in a celebration gesture, "ho! It should be because of a drink at noon."
"Is it the last scene, right?" Song Ya asked.
"Yes." The director asked the staff to start finishing off.
"I'm a little tired, I want to take a good rest." Song Adam went back to the dressing room first.
"Me too." She and the female assistant returned to their dressing room. It didn't take long for her to say, "aplus, I want to talk to you about Dave Hall." She said this to the outside bodyguards on purpose.
"Okay." Song Ya opened the door and let the two in. "Dave Hall, I've done it. He will help you make a dreamlover right away."
"Well, thank you aplus." Seeing the female assistant closing the door, she raised her voice.
"Don't be polite to me, Miss Kelly."
The two were chatting normally, but their bodies entangled in the small changing room early. The female assistant picked up a piece of clothing that was accidentally thrown outside. She rolled her eyes, "I know why the black female assistant of aplus I always like to roll my eyes... Do I have to endure live broadcasts like this in the future?"
She went to turn on the radio and turned up the volume to cover up the sound inside.