Chicago 1990

"Frank is a scumbag for M-FXXK!"

Aunt Susie told Song Ya not to worry about it, "His alcoholic doesn't care about little Freddy. He is here for your money. I will deal with it. Don't worry."

"Do you handle it yourself?"

Song Ya still knows her better, "Don't you ask Tony to help'handle'? Don't pull him to do that kind of thing, he is still on probation."

"Uh……"

Aunt Susie couldn't hide things in her heart, and immediately lost her mind when she was pierced. "What should I do?"

"I'll let Goodman come over and help you. You can tell him what you want. According to the lawyer's client confidentiality rule, he won't even tell me about the conversation between you."

Song Ya knew that the two of them must have had a entanglement before, otherwise they would not give birth to a little Freddy. There may be something inconvenient to tell this junior, "Goodman will advise you."

"Okay." Aunt Susie agreed.

Song Ya called Goodman and took a good rest. On the night of the second, he appeared beside the court of the Chicago Stadium wearing a Bulls basketball cap.

"Comeon! Michael, Youcandoit!"

He put his hands around his mouth and shouted at Jordan, who was warming up.

Jordan, who was chewing gum, tilted his head slightly and blinked quickly.

He used the same method to encourage Pippen when he walked closer, and Pippen was much more kind, and smiled and punched him.

The camera keenly captured this scene, "APLUS is also here today to cheer for the Bulls. He will perform the hit single RememberTheName in the midfield!" The live commentary introduced Zhiji.

"APLUS!" Many young female audience members in the back row heard the commentary and excitedly shouted in the direction of Song Ya.

Song Ya looked back and smiled and waved at them.

"APLUS, ILOVEYOU!" The high pitch of a black girl overwhelmed everyone.

Song Ya blew a kiss over there.

"But he seems to have written a song praising New York recently. This is not a good idea. I heard that song, to be honest, there is nothing to brag about the high-rise buildings in New York. Chicago is the hometown of skyscrapers. We also have West It’s not like this..." The live commentator joked again, he improvised in accordance with the Empire State of Mind melody, "Chicago, Chicago..." The lyrics in the lyrics changed from New York to Chicago.

This time the male audience laughed.

Song Ya lowered the brim of his hat awkwardly.

"Haha, that's a lot easier. Wait, where did we go, back to the topic, today's Bulls' starting lineup is..."

At the same time, the commentary duo Albert and Flatello in the NBC studio are also discussing Song Ya, "Do you remember that in the first round of the playoffs more than a month ago, APLUS also went The Bulls performed at home, he was not as popular as he is today, right?"

"Singers are not players, they are very fast. If you want to compare them, it is equivalent to before and after the draft."

Albert analyzed seriously: "He now estimates that he has the money to buy tickets for the Bulls next season."

"Like Nicholson? Haha, it's useless..." Flatello smiled: "He is still too young to pose a threat to the visiting team players."

"Really?" Albert retorted, "I think he can handle two Nicholsons."

"Add another Spike Lee!" Flatello added.

The two laughed.

Song Ya could not hear the discussion on the TV. The game started very quickly. He devoted himself to watching the game. The scene was very stale. After the second quarter, he, Dile and Al once again became the audience. Performed RememberTheName.

He doesn't know how the song will perform in another time and space, but in this era, this song is very popular, not for sports fans and hip-hop listeners.

"YouReady!?"

At the end of the performance, he stayed on the sidelines and played a live DJ, holding the microphone in his hand to constantly agitate the audience.

"Ready!"

"YouReady!?"

"Ready!"

Now he is very experienced, and the audience's response is wave after wave, until the two players enter the field again when they reach the culmination.

Then, the Bulls lost...

Song Ya stood up and kept applauding at the Bulls, "It's okay, we will come back next time!" he shouted.

No one thought to respond to him this time, and Jordan and the others left the arena blankly.

"How did you talk to Aunt Susie?" Song Ya did not go home, but went to Goodman's office above A+ Records.

"The homeless man named Frank is not a threat. Little Freddie is an illegitimate child, and your financial ability is far beyond him. Even if you go to court, there is no reason why any judge will not award custody to Susie. And I If you suspect that a tramp can't afford a custody lawsuit, even if he can, it will definitely not cost you." Goodman said.

"But what if he wants to come and see the kid?" Song Ya asked.

"I will apply for a prohibition order to prevent him from visiting." Goodman replied: "He will call the police directly when he comes again."

"He didn't do anything, is that okay?"

"Yes, your maid at home can prove that he acted against the child last time." Goodman blinked meaningfully.

"There is no hidden danger, right?" Song Ya guessed that he bought or induced the maid.

"No, you can rest assured."

Since Goodman said so, Song Ya also put his heart at ease and concentrated on playing the role of a Bulls fan. In the second game of the finals, the Bulls pulled back one city and set off for Los Angeles with a one-to-one score.

Hayden also helped Song Ya get a transfer ticket worth tens of thousands of dollars, two games, and the seat behind Song Ya only cost a few hundred dollars.

"Life in the upper class is really expensive." Song Ya flicked the ball in his hand and smiled helplessly.

"There are more expensive ones." Hayden took out another box, and when he opened it, the diamond on the necklace inside was shiny. "Eighty nine thousand dollars." He said.

"All right." Song Ya was quite willing to spend money on coaxing the girl.

He called Mira's cell phone again, but still did not answer.

"APLUS is in Los Angeles, arrange for them to meet." Song Ya had to ask Hayden to find her agent.

No matter what the other party thinks, as long as Mira doesn't speak, he can't refuse Song Ya, let alone he signed Mira through Hayden's help.

Hayden drove and took Song Ya around in downtown Los Angeles. After feeling that there were no paparazzi to follow, he met with Mira’s agent in a remote alley like a spy joint, and jumped onto the gardener’s Mira Villa. small truck.

He retracted his face into his neckline like a thief, and drove into Mira's villa with the pickup truck.

"Humph!"

Mila is still angry~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But since she promised to let herself come over, there must be no big deal. Song Ya saw her wearing a silk pajamas in the bedroom. At this time, she was still pouting and turning her head to the side. Look at his face.

"Where is Mrs. Jovovich?" Song Ya asked.

"She's going to the party, let's talk." Her agent smiled and left.

Song Ya hasn't seen her for a long time, and the exquisite body under her pajamas is looming, reminiscent of the big skirt of the dying person last time. Now she is like a weak deer, and it makes people want to capture prey.

Song Ya temporarily changed the plan, and was too lazy to say any sweet words that he thought, so he rushed to hug her in his arms.

"You, let me go! I want to call someone!" Mira struggled desperately.

"Scream, it's useless to crack your throat, hehehe."

Song Ya went straight to the depths of the woman's soul.