Chicago 1990

The waitress called Amy Adams quickly called. In the evening, she was picked up by Old Mike into Song Ya's bedroom. ?? Huo Ran? Text?????? A`

"You can sing? You can dance?"

Early in the morning, Song Ya joked with her arms around.

"Yes! I will show you one."

The girl happily picked up a newspaper from the bedside, rolled it into a tube and used it as a microphone, then got up and started jumping on the bed, "fxxkyou, fxxkyouveryverymuch, causehatewhatyoudo, andhateyourwholecrew, sopleasedon\'tstaytouch..."

Song Ya didn't expect that she would sing this song she wrote to Mira, and her smile became a little reluctant.

"I'm sorry, I'm not scolding you." She misunderstood, and threw herself into Song Ya's arms again, putting her arms around her neck, "It's just because this song is simple, I don't want to make a mistake."

"It's really not difficult to sing." Song Ya pinched the girl's pink face, "You can sing well."

"Really? Wait, I haven't finished the dance." She got up like a deer and continued to jump.

Song Ya looked at this happy girl, and the feeling of depression caused by Charis Theron was relieved a lot. His thoughts began to drift to the apocalyptic song'whateveryoulike' he got from the other party yesterday, still with a strong rhythm. Blues-style hip-hop songs, and with a more distinct "future" style, the boundary between singing and speaking is as blurred as ihateuiloveu's male voice part, but from the perspective of mv's picture quality, the time point of this song should be ihateuiloveu prior to.

Yuan Sang has mastered the star's mentality of smashing civilian girls with money. The melody and the word bite are very ear-catching, and he is a super master. And he made a clever turn in the ending part of the mv, turning everything in front of it into a waitress’s daydream, and he sublimated this low-style show-off and pick-up song into a pair of golddigger The pungent irony of this group.

"How is it?" The girl threw herself on again.

"Very good." Song Ya's words are really not casual. The girl sings and dances surprisingly well. "Where did you learn this?"

"The school choir, and the David Taylor Dance Company in my hometown, um...I used to want to be a ballet dancer, and...well, the community theater, my dad has let me perform speeches since I was a child, and my mother is also a bodybuilder. ."

Even the expressions and movements when she speaks are clearly childish, counting one by one with her fingers, she is totally unlike an ordinary 18-year-old white girl, and her personality is also a bit straightforward and stupid, but it fits the U.S.'s attitude towards blonde Stereotypes of big breasted girls. To put it bluntly, she should be the most careless one of the girls she has been with.

"Amy, are you really 18 years old?" Song Ya tentatively smiled.

"Of course, I'm a few months older than you. I remember your birthday." Halfway through her kind words, she suddenly buried her head in Song Ya's neck shyly, "I admire you, aplus, I didn't expect ...I am fainting happily now."

There was a knock on the bedroom door, it should be Taraji, "Come in." Song Ya lifted the quilt to cover her body.

"Boss, the plane at ten o'clock, we should start." Taraji opened the door and reported sternly.

"Fxxk, alas, the life of a singer is all the way +."

Song Ya complained, got up and walked into the shower room, opened the shower head and started to wash the body, "Where is the next stop?"

"Oakley."

"Okay, I see." I took the toothbrush off when I was in the shower. When Song Ya came out, he saw that Amy Adams was already dressed, and silently stuffed the girl's little things into the bag she was holding.

"What are you doing? Amy." He was a little puzzled.

"I understand, this is the best memory aplus of my life." She looked rather reluctant, "Thank you for giving me this wonderful night. To me, all this is like a dream."

"Wtf..." Song Ya laughed, "I'm not a fan, girl."

"I know, I know, you are a good person, your image is very good, don't worry, I won't go out and talk nonsense." She closed the zipper of the patent leather bag, "I signed your driver for me Confidential documents." As he spoke, his nose twitched and tears fell.

"Let's put the bag down, really." Song Ya knew that for this kind of date, the girl's clothes should be her own most satisfying, but it is also quite cheap. He lifted his chin to Taraji, "Book another ticket. , Bring her to Oakley."

"Okay." Taraji turned and went out.

"Really?" The girl seemed to be frightened. The way she covered her mouth was also very young, not with her palms, but with the back of her hands behind her lips. "Are you really going to take me to Oakley?" "

"Of course, I said I don't play this set."

Song Ya made a nuisance on the messy bed, "Come together, maybe I will get you some chance to appear on the camera."

"Really?" The girl was so moved that she rushed over and hugged his waist, "I feel like this is a dream."

"Okay, okay, time is tight, we have to hurry." Song Ya touched her head to comfort, this is a world of difference from girls like Charis Theron! This is what a star deserves!

Or give her the heroine, she has dancing skills and enough capital, but she is a bit short...

"Ah! But I..."

She suddenly remembered something. After a scream, she looked up at Song Ya with those big eyes, "I can't go. I still owe the landlord a few months of rent. He said that if I ran away, he would give it to me. Send a subpoena..."

"The rent is only, old Mike!" Song Ya called old Mike in. "Where is that bag?" he asked.

Old Mike said without saying a word and carried the big bag full of cash, "Open it." Song Ya asked him to open it, reached in and took a bunch of green rice knives randomly, and stuffed it into the girl's hand. Take her to get all the rent and everything, and then we meet at the airport."

The girl opened her eyes wide, holding the bundle of money, her face in disbelief, her mouth couldn't close.

"Madam, come with me." Old Mike said.

"Come with him." Song Ya patted the girl's...neck.

Watching the girl who was still stunned followed Old Mike away~www.ltnovel.com~Uh, Taraji, is there any top women's clothing store in Oakley? Make an appointment for me, you plan a time, and then ask Amy for a medical examination or something. By the way, also, take the opportunity to verify her age. "

"Yes, boss." Taraji neatly packed his things, and started talking on the phone with the phone between his neck.

In the terminal, I saw old Mike dragging a trolley suitcase and approaching the girl one after another.

"You have finally matured into aplus, and you don't have to worry about whoever thinks about x."

Hayden said with a relieved look.

"Who said I no longer struggle?" Song Ya said to him, "Of course I have matured a lot, and I will be more patient."

"Uh……"

Hayden was speechless.

"I have six brothers and sisters, I am the middle one, but my acting talent is the best, and my dad likes me the most..."

On the plane, Amy Adams was chatting, talking about her family, school fun, experiences in Atlanta and other places, etc., and didn't notice Song Ya's humming haha.

"It's really simple."

Song Ya sighed, the voyage was very short, and soon the group got off the plane, and Old Mike drove the car directly to the door of a Gucci store in Oakley.

"Mr. Aplus, welcome, it is our honor to be able to receive you." The handsome male store manager opened the door for him.

"No, no, you are not serving me today, but her." Song Ya pushed the girl in his arms forward, then took out the credit card smartly and shook it towards the other party.

"Okay, I see, please come in quickly."

The store manager's mouth opened involuntarily, and he stared at the credit card, his eyes gleaming.