"A person like him will soon adjust."
After Song Ya learned of Motula's performance, he became more determined, and was ready to go back and find a way to check the connection between the two Italian private detectives and him. Maybe there will be surprises. Judging from the fact that Motula called the black Negro on the phone, he did not make any preparations for the recording to fall into the hands of others and the secret to be revealed. This is good news.
It's a pity that this is New York, and things would be better if you were in Chicago.
"Then what to do?"
Mariah Carey asked: "Will you stay with me in New York?"
"Not yet, I'm going to South Africa to do charity activities, and then fly to Los Angeles to be busy for the movie, a rare holiday." Song Ya said, "And you will be very busy lately. We don't have many chances to get together."
She rolled her eyes, broke free of her arms, picked up her clothes and put them on, "You leave all the pressure on me!"
"Only you can come forward in this matter. You are the victim of being monitored. I am just a friend who came to help." Song Ya coaxed her: "This is the truth, although I wish I could bear everything for you."
"But you can't even change what I can wear for the concert."
She walked to the hanger and played with the conservative fashions, "And you are the same as Motula, neither of this nor that."
"Uh……"
Song Ya scratched his head, "You don't need to endure too long, dear, we are close to success."
"Where? I can't see the change at all!" She lost her temper.
"Persevere, must persevere. Didn't your bodyguard be replaced by my own person? Take your time." The eavesdropping suspect has already been arrested, and Daniel has passed the anger. She can't drop the chain at this time, Song Ya took advantage of her back to herself, quietly took out the big diamond ring from the hanging coat, then went over and hugged her.
She was shaking her shoulders to break free, suddenly felt a cold in the ring finger of her right hand, lowered her head, and saw that a big diamond ring had been worn on her hand, "Wow!" She opened her mouth and raised her hand to her eyes, "This?!" Carefully Looking at the crystal clear diamond, "Is it a real natural diamond?"
The woman’s face really changed when she said it changed. “It should be true. I bought it at Mrs. Astor’s charity auction. The auctioneer said it was an Indian colorless diamond.” Song Ya replied, “I’m completely Don't understand."
"Ahahaha!" She turned around with a gaggle, jumped up and hung on her body, and gave a kiss first, "How many carats!?" There was the kind of light in her eyes that saw a good song.
"Seventeen? Yes, seventeen carats."
"Oh, I love you, APLUS." She was so gentle that she melted suddenly, "It must be expensive, right?"
"Fortunately, the work of a cutting-edge designer, so there are no Cartier, Tiffany, etc..."
"It's okay, I like it very much."
There was no jewellery for a woman. Song Ya held her steady and breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t show his face in front of Motula, who might have been burnt, and arranged the affairs of New York, so he directly talked to Yeremov and Yeremov. Hayden and Sony Columbia Records announcers boarded the flight to South Africa.
"Feeling what Mr. APLUS has done for the people of South Africa and donations..."
In his past this time, he first promised to donate part of WhereIsTheLove's single income to charity here, and second, by the way, he once again brushed up on the personalities of the activists for exposure and stability.
Of course, Cassidy also wants to meet. The girl came here with the youth exchange organization led by Michelle after the summer vacation, and she will stay for a long time.
"According to the plan, the general election will start next year, right?"
In a hotel in Cape Town, he feasted Michelle.
"Yes, then the world's eyes will be focused on the southernmost point of Africa." Michelle was in a good mood. "If nothing else, Mandela will be elected, and history will open a new page."
"Will there be an accident?" Song Ya asked.
"Ninety-nine percent will not," she said. "The current white government can't support it anymore. A peaceful exit is the best option."
Song Ya nodded, and the two chatted about Chicago politics again, "Why did you give up staying in politics? You have made such a remarkable achievement in the assistant mayor. I was surprised to make this decision. I asked your husband and he asked I'll ask you directly."
"The essence of electoral politics is to raise money..."
She said: "I learned a lot and saw a lot when I was the assistant to the mayor, so I think the path I took was the right one. Whether it was before or now, my ability to raise money is still much worse. And youth organizations can get the best exercise."
"You can vote, UU reading www.uukanshu.com will raise money naturally someone will do it." Both sides are very familiar, Song Ya drank a drink and said directly: "If it's an election for a position like a state representative, I can help a lot."
Michelle smiled, "I can't. Many people say that I have no affinity and look too fierce."
"No?" There was indeed a little bit.
"My husband is much more likable than me, and you can feel it at the University of Chicago, right?" Michelle said.
It seems that her husband really wanted to choose, "Yes, I will forget his law school teacher status when I chat with him, and become like facing peers. The students also like him. It’s a male and female take-all."
"Huh?" Michelle's glass stopped.
"Don't get me wrong, I didn't imply anything." Song Ya realized that he might have said something wrong.
Michel frowned, slowly put down the wine glass, and started to daze.
Khan, feeling that she was inviting a little trouble for her husband for no reason, Song Aluo had a chat, then left and returned to the room, Cassidy was still waiting for herself.
After spending two nights with Cassidy, he flew non-stop to Los Angeles.
This time I really came to Hollywood. The 12 million youth music and dance films can also be considered to stir up a little storm here.
"Miss me?"
Throwing off the paparazzi, he walked into Halle Berry's residence, opened his arms to Amy and Taraji who had been waiting, and smiled brightly.
But instead of waiting for the girls to hug like birds thrown into the forest, but...
Halle walked downstairs sternly, the wooden floor was stomping on the sharp heels, and a magazine was rolled into a tube in her hand.
Well, it is vaguely recognizable as the Wall Street Journal.
not good!
"One piece and four! One piece and four!" Hallie gritted her teeth, picked up the magazine, and started to draw.
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"Hey! Calm down Halle!"
He put up his elbow to protect himself, took a bit, twice, "Don't go crazy! It's normal for stocks to go up and down!"
It hurts, this woman is really cruel, "You can't make money laugh haha, losing money will kill me!"
"That's almost all my money!" Hallie yelled, crying: "Don't you pretend that you never lose money?"
"Oh!" She changed the target of her attack to the bottom, "I never said that before, you...Fxxk! Stop fighting!"
Embarrassed and wanted to run behind Amy, who knew she and Taraji all escaped with a smile. There was no way. They turned around and grabbed the magazine in Halle's hand and hugged her firmly. Staring at the stock price! It's not good for your health!"
"Uuuu..." Halle cried.
"Did she take medicine to control diabetes?" Song Ya looked at Taraji.
Taraji shook his head cheerfully: "I don't know."
"Oh! Fxxk! You're such a bastard!" Hallie slid down, slipped out of his control, sat on the sofa, and fished the pillow into her arms.
"How much money can I lose?" Song Ya advised her: "I gave you the highest salary in my life crew. No audition is required. Just come over and dance a dance. Isn't it enough to make up for the loss?"