"Don't make trouble."
Two pairs treat each other as air, but some things are just so coincidental.
"Spike's suspense will be in theaters next week. I know that I don’t have time to go to the premiere. He told me in private that he had given up on himself and was going to work on the film of Call Girl Six. I? I won’t be a guest. , What about you? There are also cameos?"
He and Mariah Carey then met Woody Allen, who was also the New York gang leader with Spike Lee. They planned to stop and chat, but forgot that Woody Allen is an invincible nagging old man.
"I don’t make guest appearances. Although I like to make guest appearances in movies, I want to say that he didn’t go the right way this time. His choice of returning from commercial films to art films was correct, but the script was not good. Consume your own influence."
"Me? I'm currently conceiving a script, I want to deconstruct...to some extent, I, an old writer, a romantic lover, see a lover, full of lies..."
"Uh, in the end, he naturally fell into an abominable end, and he couldn't even find a companion back to school to receive the medal, so he had to pay for an African-American prostitute."
"He met many characters in the book along the way, his own book..."
The old man babbled and talked more and more. Song Ya and his wife listened and nodded frequently while squeezing their smiles. Finally Mariah Carey couldn’t stand it~www.mtlnovel.com~ I went to the bathroom, dear. "
Damn it, urinating! "I'll be with you." Song Ya also wanted to run.
"No, no, you can stay here." She refused on the spot.
Song Ya stared at her, she smirked and ran away.
But Woody Allen was immediately called away by other friends, so he was left alone, heading to the bathroom to welcome his wife, and happened to meet Mira, who was also alone.
"Hi."
"Hi..."
The two of them greeted each other somewhat awkwardly and somewhat naturally. She lowered her head and smiled, and just stepped up and wanted to leave, "I heard that you are starting to show the top brands again?" Song Ya asked.
"Yes, FENDI." She stopped.
"The line designed by Karl Lagerfeld, the Lafayette?"
"Of course, the big show here in New York."
"Where's your boyfriend?" I still couldn't hold back, and asked a bit sourly.
"He, over there, with French friends." Miramo answered while touching the rim of the glass.
"What did he promise you? Starring in a big production? Hehe, be careful of those directors who cheat actresses."
I knew very well that I shouldn’t have said some things by myself, but Song Ya couldn’t control it at all. He was just unhappy. The thought of her being with Luc Besson was unhappy. If I didn’t say, I would feel depressed to death. ."
"I will be careful, thank you."
"Ok."
No words to talk, Song Ya remembered that there is a girl rock song NoSleep2nite from that football film in the Apocalypse song, "I...I wrote a light rock song, are you interested? Do you still like singing? ?"
Mira was very surprised, and she was stunned for a while, "I...er, I don't know, I'm going over there first." She pointed to Song Ya behind her.
When she turned her head, Mariah Carey stood with a sullen face under the lamplight.
Chicago 1990 Chapter 781: cold war
There will be no reporters at the party who will suddenly come forward and click on a photo for you, but there are still a few people who have seen this scene. "Mimi..." Song Ya hurried over to stand with his wife, hoping that there are no talking media people.
The corners of her lips trembled, but she squeezed out a flowery smile, "Honey, let's talk to Anna together?"
"Which Anna?" Song Ya bent her arms to hold her.
"Anna Wintour."
Oh, it turned out to be the editor-in-chief of the U.S. edition of that Vogue magazine, and the European fashion world appraised her as Anna of the unofficial mayor of New York.
"Hey, Anna..."
The two of them looked lovingly to the well-maintained forty-year-old American fashion queen.
Mariah Carey is a star who is not very popular in the European fashion industry. In the Motura era, Sony Columbia Records, in order to build her personal image, usually chooses local famous brands in the United States for daily wear, and will only wear big or big names at awards and performances. Most of the high-definition styles are conservative styles. Only occasionally allow more dew points or avant-garde.
After being with herself, Sony Columbia Records originally planned to continue Motura’s strategy, but she couldn’t control her, and Daniel couldn’t control herself, so her style of dressing began to retaliate with exaggeration and desperation. Show the direction of the body, feel good, but should not be able to conquer the arrogant and picky Europeans.
All the top people in the fashion industry are polite and enthusiastic, but the sense of distance is real.
Every U.S. actress has in her heart and established top brands such as Audrey Hepburn and Givenchy, Jacqueline Kennedy and Chanel and Dior, Grace Kelly (later Princess of Morocco) and Hermes, Princess Diana and Versace of England, Dream Lu and Chanel No. 5, Richard Gere and Armani, 007 and Anna Wintour, Chanel and Prada that kind of long-term and stable friendship and mutual benefit. But Song Ya feels that she shouldn't get it, even John Galliano, who has a good relationship with her, has no intention of doing so.
Anna Wintour was more affectionate to Mira than to her. After all, Mira had been on the cover of her magazine when she was more than ten years old. After singing her own song, she soon re-invited Mira to be on the cover again. She should admire Mila, Song Ya later saw the two lovingly holding hands and talking from a distance.
"It's really annoying. When I'm with you, they always talk about our cheap T-shirt brand. Did you say they did it on purpose?"
After witnessing that she wanted to seduce Mira with a song, Mariah Carey chose to leave the party early and said the first complaint other than entertainment before getting into the car.
"Hmph, what's the matter? Selling cheap goods to make money and then buying their high-end chant." Song Ya casually replied, and the gentleman helped open the door of the extension Lincoln, "Mimi..." The door closed. He licked his face and hugged her sincerely apologized, "I was wrong, I just wanted to joke with Mila."
"leave me alone."
Mariah Carey tried to push a few times without pushing away, "I don't want to talk about it."
"You... are you willing to forgive me?"
"Guess?" She rolled her eyes and turned to look out of the car window.
"Don't plan to play any punishment game with me again? No..."
"you guess!"
Song Ya felt that she was really angry this time, even more angry than when she caught the **** in Chicago last time. She didn't cry or make trouble. Her little flattery and other methods had failed. She was indifferent.
Back at Tribeca's house, she kicked off her high heels and sat in the living room again, sulking.
Song Ya gritted his teeth, "Buy, buy, buy! I'll tell Hayden to find someone to repair the villa on the Bahamas!"
This trick didn't work well, she didn't give any response, and suddenly got up and walked to the bedroom.
Song Ya quickly followed, but it was a bit late, "Go to the guest room to sleep!" She slammed the door.
"Wow!"
Fingers were caught by the door, Song Ya exaggeratedly yelled, to no avail, and said soft words through the door for a long time, but still fell silent...
"What happened?"
Dingy returned to the living room, Linda asked.
"I said something to Mira at the party today, and she heard it..." Song Ya confessed to his assistant honestly.
"A woman will be **** to death, right? My husband turns around and hooks up his ex-girlfriend?" Linda doesn't seem to be on the side of the boss this time. "You don't look like someone who makes this kind of mistake. I mean being arrested. To..."