"The deposit of tens of thousands of dollars is completely free! And these..."
Song Ya fiercely kicked the tall cardboard boxes in the warehouse, "You can't just give up and give up on your own mind. These are all money!"
"My pleasure."
Mariah Carey didn’t dump it at all, “If you don’t want to pay, then it will be all charged to my account.”
"It’s not about money, okay? Mimi, don’t just'put it on my account, count it on my account" as soon as you hear my opinion! Our energy and time cannot always be spent on these details, just now The manager of the local flower company pestered me for almost an hour!"
Song Ya was so angry that his hands compared with hip-hop gestures.
"I want everything to be perfect, a perfect wedding, you promised me." Mariah Carey didn't bother to pay attention to him, pouting her mouth and turning away.
"Sorry, Miss Kelly, APLUS is still young, and the desire to control is so strong, you know him." Linda followed her behind and murmured.
"Shut up Linda, don't always help her attribute any problems to my desire to control."
Song Ya became even more angry, "Forget about flowers, let’s not take it as an example!"
Mariah Carey did not subdue, and flung her long hair and left the storeroom. He had to follow angrily. Just out of the villa, she saw her father who was chatting with black equal rights leader Jesse Jackson on the lawn in the distance, eyelids. At that time, he trembled, "Didn't I let that guy come?" He desperately suppressed his anger, and asked Linda in a deep voice.
"Jesse Jackson? He seems to want to participate in the campaign for the commandership next year. He may ask you to raise funds. Although he can't control his lower body, with his current leadership status, our black community can only support him unconditionally. No way. He is the best choice for your chief wedding priest." Linda thought he was referring to Jesse Jackson, who was caught in a lot of peachy scandals.
"It's not that old lady, I'm talking about her father." Song Ya said.
"That...that's Miss Kelly's father. Every girl hopes that in the church, she can hold her own father's hand and put herself in the hands of her future husband." Linda was surprised.
"She had promised me not to let his father and sister be there before. She promised."
Song Ya didn't go to say hello to the two, and went straight back to the study.
"Boss, APLUS, her father has compromised in order to be able to come to the wedding, and he no longer insists that her troublesome sister should be there. This is the best result. Her father is okay. After all, he works in Houston. Aviation engineer."
Linda came over to help explain, "Don't worry about this too much, you have some signs of premarital phobia recently."
Song Ya saw a pile of slide projector films on the table again. There were photos of two people growing up. They were ready to be used in the wedding review ring after selection. He picked up Mariah Carey’s 92 years of photos in his head. Compared with her now, she became even more angry, "Look, now I am a lot fatter than before. My body shape management plan has completely failed, and she hasn't really listened to me."
"I think she is more beautiful now than in 1992. It is just right to be neither fat nor thin." Linda smiled.
"Humph."
Song Ya's mind is now a mess.
In the evening, while the fiancee was in a panting mood, "Honey, about the pre-marital party..."
"Do you have to say this at this time?" Mariah Carey chuckled and held her little fiance.
"Stop going to Las Vegas, okay?"
"No, I'm going, Patty and Brenda have arranged." She pouted again.
Song Ya was too lazy to speak, turned her back to her, closed her eyes.
"I'm not happy again..." She chuckles carelessly, "Stingy man."
At the same time, on the streets of Chicago, Vic appeared in the back alley of the bar. He first observed that there was no one nearby, so he walked to the car where Sean was parked and hit it with a small flashlight, but found nothing unusual. , And then went to check the car next to it.
"Damn it!"
He suddenly discovered that there was a special pass under the front glass of a car next to him, which was used to enter and exit the FBI Chicago office building.
"Hey, Sean, you have been lucky these two days."
The back alley door was pushed open, and Xiao En and his poker friends came out on their backs, and Vic quickly ducked into the dark.
Several old friends complained to Sean, "How much did you lose today? Newcomer." They asked a young man in his twenties who was smiling and following behind Sean.
"I didn't remember, probably...200? Or more than 300..." The young man was full of chagrin.
"Not enough, you have to pay more tuition, buddy."
Sean patted him on the shoulder triumphantly, then said goodbye to them, and got in the car and left.
Vic stared at the ‘newcomer’ in a car with an FBI pass and walked back to his car two blocks away with a gloomy face.
was driving on his way home with no expression on his face. The front lights flashed and a police car stopped in front.
He had to pull over and park, "Please show..." The two police officers walked out of the car window.
"Hey, I'm not speeding." Vic rolled down the car window, forced a smile, and revealed his police ID.
"Deputy Sheriff?"
The police officer saw his official duties above and said with a salute and smiled: "I'm sorry, Mr. Deputy Sheriff, a lot of African Americans took the opportunity to make trouble recently. We are doing official duties. Excuse me..."
"I understand, you guys worked hard so late." Vic was released smoothly.
The car restarted, and when he was about to put his ID back into the glove box, he saw the photo taken with the stormtrooper brothers inside, took it out sentimentally, and placed it in front of the steering wheel while driving. In the photo, he and Sean With arms around them tightly, both of them smiled brilliantly.
His stern facial muscles gradually relaxed, and his eyes reappeared with a confused light. He just saw the neon tube of a bar on the street lighting up. He turned the steering wheel and went to sit in front of the bar inside. He asked for a beer while drinking. He thought about it.
"Sorry, we are going to close."
sat until almost four in the morning, and was reminded by the bartender that he left the bar, got in the car again and drove home.
"Hey! What are you doing? Honey, scare me!"
thoughtfully pushed open the door, turned on the light, and suddenly saw his wife sitting in the living room staring at him coldly. He felt that his wife was not in the right mood, so he exaggeratedly pressed his chest and joked.
"Vik, we need to have a good talk."
The wife pushed the papers on the table in front of her, "You can't do this anymore. You can't see people all night and night. You won't tell me where I ask you to go. This is a divorce agreement. Sign it."