Chapter 1127 2 Daughters
The Gulfstream 4 landed in Colombia's fourth largest city: Barranquilla.
"I want this Spanish song, the Cup of Life (), no matter how much it costs, I have to get it done for me. You can fill in the numbers on it according to the situation."
Song Ya read through a few candidate songs given by Estefan, signed the blank cash check, and handed it to him, "Hayden will help you all the way."
"I'll do my best." Estefan put away the check, "The main problem now is the PR FIFA..."
"I don't want to hear hard work, I definitely want that song."
Song Ya interrupted him domineeringly, "Leave me the PR FIFA matter, and William Morris, Universal Music, and Anschutz will all help."
The catchy and strong rhythm of the Cup of Life can be picked by Song Ya, who is now vicious. The natural quality is quite high. The lyrics, composition, and arrangement are all well-known Latin musicians. They naturally tend to give their works to Latin singers themselves. Even with Estefan, the boss of the Latin Gang, as the leader, if he loses the opportunity, he probably won't be able to get the song unless he spends money that can directly knock people unconscious.
"All right."
Estefan took the check.
"Continue to work hard for me! Don't be joking all day long!" Song Ya scolded Hayden who couldn't stop laughing whenever he saw him.
"No problem, look at me." Hayden chick nodded like pecking at rice.
During this secret trip to Latin America, Song Ya was very low-key. The group drove straight to Shakira's house after getting off the private plane.
No, no, because Estefan said that Shakira and her daughter were under house arrest by her family.
Her father is a jeweler, and her family conditions are quite good in the local area, with a beautiful garden villa and many servants.
A male servant dressed as a gardener opened the gate of the villa, let the vehicle drive in.
"Why is he looking at me like that?"
Song Ya felt that the gardener looked at him through the car window with some horror, shouldn't it be surprise and admiration?
"Shakira's father is a devout Catholic," Estefan replied.
"oh."
Song Ya got out of the car on crutches, rolling her eyes, feeling that something was wrong.
When the maids passing by on the garden path saw her, they also lowered their heads and hurried away.
"What happened to them?" Song Ya asked.
"God... believers..." Estefan was surprised by his slow response and emphasized.
"Oh." It's just against the one before marriage. At most, I will be scolded. Song Yaxin said that if I counted me in Latin America, I would already be ranked in the top 20 richest people here, but some Fujibi magazines were not included in the list. On the premise that a single big drug lord is included in the calculation.
What can I do? Really.
"William!?"
Walking to the closed door, Estefan knocked on the door and called Shakira's father's name in Spanish.
Is it William too? hehe……
Song Ya thought to herself.
Fierce machine guns came from inside, oh no, the sound of arguing in Spanish, a man was cursing and cursing suddenly...
"Ouch! Mike!"
He is much more sensitive to the sound of guns now, and when he heard the familiar 'click' sound, he knew that someone was pulling the trigger inside, so he turned around and slipped away, calling for old Mike.
"ah!"
It's a pity that he didn't pay attention to the steps, the crutches were empty, the whole person lost his balance, his legs split straightly, and he wailed frantically in pain.
'Boom! '
The door was opened, and a middle-aged white man with a short-barreled shotgun rushed out angrily, followed by several Latin men, holding the kind of silver carved revolver in different shapes that South Americans like.
Song Ya didn't dare to call out for a moment, sat on the ground and looked at the other party pitifully, showing a flattering smile, "Hey..."
Fortunately, the ground is not dirty.
"William, don't do this!" Estefan continued to speak Spanish to the man.
Song Ya can probably understand a little bit, as if he talked about something like 'daughter...granddaughter, losing her father'.
Shakira's father glared at him, but the other men who copied the guns stood with playful faces.
"Hello, William.
Uh... Dad? "
The situation is compelling, don't be ashamed.
Fortunately, Old Mike led the bodyguards to stand in front of him. Old Mike squinted his eyes and confronted Shakira's father, and Song Ya instantly felt more at ease.
Another group of Latin women rushed out, ranging in age, and some of them looked a little like Shakira, and they were quite good-looking...
Um? Where do you want to go? Song Ya shook her head and stood up with the help of Old Mike.
Estefan and they continued to speak Spanish, everyone was talking, pointing at themselves, arguing like hell.
"Go in, let's go in first, put away your guns! William." Estefan seemed to have settled the matter, and he drove all the family through the door, "You come in too, APLUS."
"Isn't Shakira an only child?"
Hehe, why do you still want to kill your granddaughter and her own father? Song Ya touched the inner thigh and followed Estefan with lingering fear.
"There are eight half-sisters and five brothers-in-law. His father, a Lebanese immigrant, has been able to safely open a jewelry store for so many years in Colombia, where the law and order is corrupt. Think about it...he has some influence in the local area."
Estefan replied.
Don't tell me sooner! ? The co-author wants to give me back my reputation, right? Song Ya didn't dare to get angry, so she kept accounts for the time being, and now she still has to be protected by him obediently.
Men and women talking, snatching guns, quarreling, children running around, trying to build a mansion, but it makes Song Ya seem to return to the slum house just after crossing. Of course, this is a Latin-style mansion. The family is in chaos, and no one comes to have a serious talk with me.
Her father's gun was also shot by a woman who seemed to be her mother. He was sitting at the dining table sulking.
"Follow me, APLUS."
Estefan took Song Ya, who kept smiling and nodding, to the second floor, and opened a door.
"Shakira Shakira..."
Song Ya finally saw the Latin girl, who was holding the guitar and plucking the strings in front of the window. When she saw herself, she cried, but turned her face away immediately.
His face is chubby, and everything else is fine, but what's going on, he looks more like his ex-wife?
"Why didn't you tell me?" Song Ya hopped in the door flexibly on crutches, sat beside her and asked.
"You don't answer the phone, you don't see Estefan!" she cried, "How can I tell you!?"
"Didn't I come here? Look at me, I can't move freely now." Song Ya showed her the crutches and coaxed her.
"Can't you even make a phone call? You can go to court or go to Tokyo..."
"Okay, okay, my fault, I don't know, you know I was shot six times, I was in a coma for five months, I still can't guarantee safety when I wake up, some people want me to die... Besides, I don't know Didn't know we had a baby."
Song Ya hugged her pitifully, "Linda has been hiding it from me. She doesn't like me and white children, especially during the time I was unconscious after being shot. You know, many people are staring at my inheritance."
"Hmph!" She broke free.
"Wow..." There was a crying sound from a small baby's bed, and it seemed that he was woken up.
"How old is it?" Song Ya looked over, that's right, black or yellow, yellow or white, should be her own species.
"It's almost a month old." Shakira replied, got up and took the baby into her arms, coaxing the baby skillfully until it stopped crying.
"hey-hey……"
Song Ya did some calculations in her mind. Shakira stayed with her in Highland Park at the end of last year, and her biological one didn't run away. Estefan also said that she had done a paternity test, "Can I hug you?"
"Um."
Song Ya took it from her... the second daughter should be, the more I look at it, the more I like it, "Have you chosen a name?"
"Arianne, Arianne," she replied.
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