At the door, there are many programs of throwing flowers. The wedding is solemn and grand, and it is indeed perfect. On the contrary, the two themselves are a little tired, and they are constantly socializing and laughing. After holding on, the two trot into the convertible wedding car hand in hand. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ho!"
Mariah Carey admired the wedding ring arrogantly while complaining casually: "I'm going to take a rest next time, I blame you, I'm busy with the preparations, and you have been lazy."
"I don't have any, I'm under a lot of pressure, okay?" Song Ya looked at her tenderly, "but thank you for your hard work, dear."
"Hmm, just know it."
She waited for Tony and the others to help straighten out the tail of the old wedding dress that was behind the car, and asked the driver to drive.
"You don't blame me, do you? Mimi." Song Ya hugged her.
"Do you have to mention that today?"
"Don't mention it, don't mention it, never mention it again."
The wedding car quickly drove to the door of the villa. The two got off the car and returned to the room with the help of Linda and others who came out to pick them up. They changed their clothes, took a rest, and had a sweet fight.
Around noon, the two appeared on the stage full of blood. The Grammy and Tony Award winners YOYO and Liya Salonga, whom they had bought at a premium, were playing and singing to the guests.
"thanks, thanks."
Sincerely thank the two of them, today they don’t want to sing even a single sentence, "Thank you everyone for coming today, my wife and I..."
He took the microphone and said a well-designed thank you speech to the guests who had already been seated at the round table, "Please Mr. Underwood..."
Underwood raised his hand with a hypocritical smile in the front row, "Come on, Mr. Underwood, say something to everyone..." He invited him again, and then simply stepped down and pulled him up.
"Thank you, thank you. I met APLUS a long time ago. At that time, I was just a Congressman of Illinois, Russell, just like you now..."
They were all said beforehand. Underwood came naturally prepared and pointed to Russell, who was already holding a glass of wine, joking ‘drink less’ before giving a speech.
Then, accompanied by uninterrupted live music and performances, the guests began to enjoy food.
In the afternoon, Song Ya sent the Underwood couple who had left in advance.
"Mitchell's husband will also run for the State House of Representatives next year, right? Hyde Park electorate." Underwood asked, taking the coat from the waiter.
"It should be, I don't understand this, Mr. Underwood." Song Ya smiled.
"It's almost impossible for the Elephant Party to win over there, but the opponents in the party are very strong." Underwood said: "But it should be no problem with your support. Mayor Daley will also take care of his former assistant Michelle."
"I know, where's Russell? He was in danger when he was re-elected last year."
Song Ya looked worriedly at Russell who was already drinking a little bit.
"The election of the House of Representatives every two years is too torturous." Underwood followed his gaze and frowned with dissatisfaction. "Dow moved a lot of production capacity to Detroit, and now there are more and more workers there. The more dissatisfied, and the more and more nearby residents, the political forces opposed to the existence of the factory will naturally become stronger..."
"Are you going?" Song Ya has learned about the situation, and it is getting harder and harder to rely on the workers and family members of Barn Company to win in that electoral district.
"The party may transfer him to a new constituency and run for the Federal House of Representatives. There are more workers in that constituency, and the opponents of the Elephant Party are also stronger. It is difficult to win, but... it depends on him. Although he is a drunkard, he is indeed a rare talent to mingle with the workers."
Underwood still takes care of Russell. Everyone knows that it will be extremely difficult for him to re-elect to the House of Representatives in his original electoral district next year~www.mtlnovel.com~ And the local donkey party sending him to run for the Federal House of Representatives can be considered a certain degree of promotion. The prerequisite is to win the election.
"Okay, I know, I will continue to give him some support, but the intensity will not be great, you know, this guy is drinking more and more." Song Ya is now not able to listen to Ande completely. Wood is the man doing things.
"I understand." Underwood reached out his hand.
After some important guests left one after another, Song Ya and Mariah Carey were busy welcoming and sending them off.
As the dusk approached, a large number of white guests came over, most of them were local entertainment and media, fashion industry celebrities in New York, as well as old Larry, Blackhitch, etc., hurried over from the West Coast and beyond.
"Legs are sore."
Mariah Carey stole away and leaned her head lightly on his shoulder and complained.
"Unexpectedly, getting married would be so tiring..."
Song Ya leaned against the arch and hugged her, staring at the villas and lawns where people came and went. The glorious lights, scenery and fireworks in the world sighed, in a trance, it seemed a bit unclear whether this was a dream or the truth. Of life.
"Huh?" She suddenly raised her head and looked in the direction of the arch. A woman in a professional suit appeared there. Her face was distorted with anger. She raised her hand and slapped him, "Did you invite her? APLUS! You are too much! I hate you!"
"what happened again?"
Song Ya inexplicably touched her face and followed her gaze. Oh, it was Peter Flock’s wife Alicia...
Obviously the dusk is vague
Why is there still a clear shadow
Can't tell if it's happy or surprised
Can't tell if it is a dream or true
Seems to be an arrow
Penetrated my heart
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 665: ?trump card
"You are wrong! Mimi!"
Song Ya watched the guests and waiters nearby in horror, and quickly hugged his wife to stop her from rushing into the villa, "She is not the woman that day, this is the wife of my Chicago politician friend, Peter, Peter Flock, you I have seen it!"
"APLUS? Are you okay?"
Mariah Carey looked at Alicia suspiciously, and Alicia who approached to say hello also looked up at the two in embarrassment. She must have heard the crisp applause just now.
"It's all right, come up, Mrs. Flock."
"It seems to be wrong, the age is not right..." Mariah Carey sucked her nose and held back her tears, looking up and down carefully at Alicia who was climbing up the stairs.
"Wh... what age..."
The smile on Alicia's face disappeared suddenly, and she touched her face subconsciously.
"Nothing, my wife misunderstood the person."
Song Ya hurriedly pinched his wife's back waist, eh? It seems more fleshy and softer?
"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..."
Mariah Carey temporarily admitted her mistake, "Hello, Mrs. Flock, we were just talking about another person."
"Just call me Alicia." Alicia forced a smile again.
"Is it her?" Brenda didn't know when he smelled and appeared behind them. "Mimi, leave it to me!" She rolled up her sleeves viciously at Alicia.
"Fxxk! You two give me almost a little bit!" Song Ya was really messed up, and he was still paying, "Isn't it enough to mess up?!"
"But it's really like..." Mariah Carey was still suspicious, she looked at Alicia and muttered to herself.
"Don't you watch NBC?"
In front of him is probably the wife of the future governor. Song Ya feels that this matter must be explained quickly, "That woman was Nurse Xiacarlo that day!"