Chapter 364: Splashing Wine

Walt gave the song to Mariah Carey, but Song Ya was not very happy. This so-called lobbying success still has the influence of Motura. From the time when hero was removed from the soundtrack of the movie, Walt understood that Motura what tulla and mariah carey want to do

When I went to find Walter, he was already a helpless person waiting for the final sentence.

I moved him with a few casual words, but he felt that agreeing to his request was easier to accept than waiting for Motura's verdict.

Song Ya didn't like this feeling, not because he thought it was too easy to achieve the goal and lost the challenge, but he found that in the final analysis it was Motura's deterrence or power that contributed to Walt's choice.

I played the same insignificant role, just for this matter.

This made me feel a little down.

"Do you think Whitney really has such a bodyguard?"

Of course, Mariah Carey was very happy. When she learned that Walt took the initiative to sing her the hero, there happened to be a small group dinner that night. She was very active, holding a wine glass, and Barabara kept chatting about various topics. His long legs were not honest, and they were quietly hooked on Song Ya's leg beside him and swayed gently.

"How is it possible? It's just a script. She and Bobby Brown, a well-known singer, just got married. Bobby has a bad temper."

Roberto Clivell shook his head, "And the script was written in 1975. At that time, the original author's favorite heroines were Barbra Streisand and Diana Ross, the older generation of divas."

The movie Bodyguard starring Whitney Houston and Kevin Costner was a big hit, and the theme song iiaaysove sung by Whitney was so popular that everyone couldn't avoid talking about it.

"Humph."

Mariah Carey took a sip of her wine, "If I were to act, I shouldn't be worse than her."

Her words were a bit sour, and the competition between the contemporary divas was very strong, so she was naturally upset when she was about to watch this movie as a joke.

The upright Walt is not here, and the three men here are all sycophants, "You will be more convincing if you play Miss Kelly." David Cole laughed.

She acquiesced arrogantly, turned her head to look at Song Ya, who was out of spirits, and slapped him on the arm, "ap, what's wrong with you, today you are the most out of gregarious."

"I don't have it." Song Ya forced a smile, "I was thinking about other things just now."

"I know what you're worried about." Roberto Clivell gestured to shoot, "You noticed that you've been looking at the aisle and other guests."

Indeed, in New York, Song Ya shouldn't come to such a public place casually. Now that GD's deterrence has been greatly reduced, he must always be vigilant about his personal safety, even if the French restaurant he is in is the top one in New York.

Look a little more, be careful, it's always right.

"Then let's leave early." Mariah Carey withdrew her legs and summoned the waiter. Before she came, she said she was a treat.

"Wait a minute." The waiter went to get the bill.

"Thataheroies" waits for a break, and she happily hums the lyrics from hero.

"Gloria" At this time, David Cole looked ahead and whispered hello, which was also a reminder.

Song Ya's seat was facing away from that side. He turned his head and saw an expensive woman in a red evening gown approaching with a blank expression. Then she picked up a glass of red wine on the table and poured it on Mariah Carey face.

"Ah..." She didn't have time to react. She closed her eyes and made a gesture of subconscious self-protection. Her hair and face were all splashed with wine, and the white dress was also stained. The conspicuous red wine was dripping on her hair. , fell on the body, the ground.

Everyone paused for a moment in surprise, "Hey you"

Song Ya reacted the fastest. He guessed the reason why Gloria came to do this, and got up to stop her next move and protect Mariah Carey.

"ap, don't." Roberto Clivell grabbed him.

Gloria put the glass back, smoothed out the crumpled evening dress,

He held his head proudly, without making eye contact with anyone, and just left the same way.

"Miss Kelly, you" the hotel waiter hurried over.

"It's okay, I'm okay." Mariah Carey quickly lowered her head, took the napkin from David Cole and wiped her face and hair, and then raised her head and shook her long hair after it was almost done. "It's okay, hehe." She said to the waiter laughed.

"Do you need to call the police?" The restaurant manager soon came.

"No, we'll take care of it, ap, you can sit too." Roberto Clivell pulled Song Ya back to his seat.

"Sorry, I'll deal with it." Mariah Carey gave Song Ya a look of nothing, then stood up and showed a circle of elegant smiles to the other diners watching over the restaurant, called the female assistant, and the two went together Washroom handle stains.

The restaurant manager apologized to the three again and offered to waive the order.

"Gloria must be pissed off, but that's the way the record business is."

David Cole sent him away, and said in a low voice, "Actually, she should have foreseen this result long ago. If Miss Kelly wants it, Walt can't help it. It's better to let her vent her anger.

Song Ya felt that they all reacted very flatly to this scene. Thinking about it, it was true. If a rapper was so rudely robbed of a song that belonged to him by a big company, he would probably be swearing on the radio by now. Come on! A glass of wine is considered very restrained.

"let's go."

A little bit disappointed, but there was nothing much to say, Roberto Clivell dropped the napkin, "Ap, talk to Miss Kelly, we'll go first."

"Okay." Watching the two disappear, Song Ya went to the bathroom door and waited until Mariah Carey and the female assistant came out. There was still a red wine stain on her chest that hadn't been wiped off, so she slightly blocked it with her hand, tacitly Exit through the back door of the restaurant.

Surrounded by bodyguards, she turned her head and gestured for a phone call. Song Ya nodded, and the two drove home separately.

"You have something on your mind today, I think you are in a bad mood."

Soon the two were on the phone again, but she cared about Song Ya first.

"Yes, I actually didn't help much, and I feel a little frustrated." Song Ya's heart warmed up, and she had nothing to hide from her, "What about you?"

"A little embarrassment for a song, of course I can see it, I am the winner, hum." She chuckled twice, "So you think the challenge is not hard enough, I heard that you convinced me with a few words Walter."

"It doesn't matter what the challenge is, I'm just a little bit"

Song Ya can't describe her current psychology, "I didn't gain any sense of control in this matter. You know who Walter was persuaded by me."

"Machismo," she said.

"No, so will you reject his marriage proposal?" Song Ya smiled, "I have completed the task."

"Probably, but I must remind you that satisfying a diva's appetite is far more than just doing one thing." She also smiled.

"Did I not satisfy you?" Song Ya grinned.

"Hmm, let's not mention that for now, there is one more thing, you can take it as your next task or next test." She said.

"Whoa, come on, I'm all ears for my lady."

"I want you to remove Celine Dion from hereistheove."

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