Chapter 560 That Damn Sweet

Shakira has been hanging out with the Latin gang from Sony Columbia Records. When Song Ya passed by, she was hugging Amy and her friends around the 'leader' Gloria couple. Huang Yuan and Brenda have Latin American backgrounds. The singers are also there, and they are discussing enthusiastically like a machine gun in Spanish.

"APLUS! Congratulations."

Gloria found Song Ya who was quietly watching from the outside, "Come, let's chat."

"I have a task..." Song Ya smiled apologetically, and said to Brenda, "Mimi wants to change clothes."

"That woman is really troublesome."

Brenda was a member of the bridesmaids, and she threw down the champagne, "I didn't have such a princess temper before." She complained carelessly and left.

"Are you talking football?"

Song Ya didn't understand Spanish, but when she heard the word Brazil frequently mentioned by the other party, she used this topic to cut in and joined them naturally.

"Yes, we agree that Brazil is the most likely to win the championship, what do you think of APLUS?" Gloria's husband Estefan asked.

"Uh, I rarely watch football..."

Song Ya took the wine glass handed over by the other party, "I'm sorry just now, my remarks about Colombia may be a bit offensive." He took the opportunity to say to Shakira.

"It's okay." She took a sip of her wine, avoiding her eyes.

"Amy, can you understand Spanish too?" Song Ya had no choice but to provoke another former forest.

Amy smiled shyly and shook her head.

"How much can you understand APLUS?" Gloria asked.

"Uh... hello, goodbye, thank you..." Song Ya searched for the few words she knew as much as possible.

"#%#!..." Shakira suddenly babbled and switched to another language similar to Spanish.

Her album producer, Ochoa, echoed the language.

"Uh..." I felt like I was driving myself away, and the atmosphere became a little awkward, "It's Portuguese." Gloria explained with a smile.

"APLUS! The Underwoods are here, and the Flocks."

Fortunately, Goodman ran over to find him at this time, "I'm sorry, excuse me." Song Ya fled in embarrassment, "Go and say hello to the photographer and videographer of GQ. When shooting politicians, you must first get permission from the other party."

"Hey, Mr. Underwood, Claire, Peter, Alicia, thanks for coming."

He went to socialize with the party whip couple and the former state attorney couple, "How many pictures shall we take?" Seeing the cameraman standing on the periphery who was a little hesitant, Underwood took the initiative to walk to the center of the lawn and asked, "Your brother and aunt and the others Woolen cloth?"

"Together?" Song Ya asked.

"sure."

"Okay, Linda, go get them over."

"Linda, too, let's take a picture together."

The two politician couples took a lot of group photos with a group of African-Americans, and Mariah Carey, who changed into another costume in the middle, joined her with her mother and brother.

"Young Daly will come later?"

The scene gradually evolved into a group photo meeting of the VIPs and the two newcomers, Beverock asked in a low voice as he left.

"I'm not sure yet. The mayor's office of Chicago called me before. If there is no accident..."

Before Song Ya finished speaking, Mayor Daly's convoy had already arrived at the door. The family managed the Chicago political arena like an iron bucket. His father had been mayor for more than 20 years. After his death, his son stumbled and took over after a slight setback. Mantle, keep going.

"Mr. Mayor will only stay for about ten minutes." Michelle came over to remind.

Daly came with Michelle and his wife, standard white politicians, and Song Ya hadn't had much dealings before, but Michelle had been the mayor's assistant for a while.

"Thank you, Michelle." Song Ya and his fiancée took a photo with them, and immediately knocked on the wine glasses to bring the guests together, first delivered a short speech of thanks and compliments, and then gave the protagonist to Dali .

"I watched APLUS grow up in Chicago step by step with my own eyes. He is a role model of self-struggle in the community..."

The mayor's office brought its own photography team,

Daly chatted a few words around Song Ya, and then started talking about politics.

"It seems that the Simpson case also helped you indirectly, didn't it? Boss."

Yeremov leaned behind Song Ya and whispered, "These politicians like you very much."

"Yeah." Song Ya nodded slightly. Simpson's team was turning him into a black star who was persecuted by white police officers. This began to stir up the racial hostility that had subsided slightly after the Rodney King case. Politicians outside Los Angeles We certainly don't want to do it in our own jurisdiction now.

"I'm staring at you, keep it up, don't go the wrong way."

After Daly's speech, he patted Song Ya's arm, "Hey, David, how are you?" Together, we went to socialize with David Geffen, Simberg, Doug Morris, Daniel and other Hollywood and record industry leaders.

Not long after, the vice president of Dow who had just arrived joined them.

Peter Flock, who has not regained the state attorney's seat, was brutally ignored. He was a little lost and his wife Alicia, accompanied by Claire, got together with another group of people.

The live band played cheerful songs one after another, and the inexhaustible wine and food, although Mariah Carey, under the staff of her godmother Patti Labelle, made the engagement party slightly upstart temperament, but overall very Perfect.

As night approached, political and business tycoons had already left one after another. Apart from their family and friends, only friends from the record and film industry were left.

"It's almost time, I'm going to change clothes again."

Mariah Carey took Brenda to change clothes again.

"APLUS, come here!" The hip-hop singers were not quite used to the atmosphere of this kind of reception, they gradually occupied the double-decker yacht by the pier, and held a carnival party there.

Song Ya was pulled over by Al, who was also the best man group, and Dion Wilson set up a DJ booth on the second floor of the yacht. Young and beautiful men and women danced face to face on the first deck.

"Dre! Snoop Dogg!" they cheered loudly.

"M-Fxxk, I'm looking for APLUS to collect performance fees."

Snoop Dogg picked up the microphone as a joke, and the slow rhythm and high-frequency slide that are the signature of West Coast gangster funk sounded from the DJ stage, "Yo, Yo... It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go..." He started freestyle.

After a quick glance, Amy, Shakira, and Taraji are all there, as well as Julianna Margulies, who participated in the audition for Dancing Out of My Life, she should be following the story crew of the emergency room of Amblin Entertainment Come together, it seems that there is a small role in it, and Taraji seems to be working in this TV series.

The dancing girls are naturally surrounded by wild bees and butterflies. Song Ya noticed that a man with a mature masculinity was particularly popular. He should be called George Clooney, the hero of the emergency room story.

"APLUS!" After Snoop Dogg sang, he pointed at the microphone. Song Ya was vigilantly observing the men who approached Amy and Shakira. He waved his hands again and again, "Let Shakira come." A chance for Shakira to show her face.

"Shakira! Shakira!"

Amy and Taraji booed drunkenly.

Shakira was dragged onto the stage by a man who was courting her. After a few pushbacks, she graciously took the microphone and continued to sing the Portuguese song without even looking at herself.

Song Ya, who could understand her decisiveness, was a little annoyed, "It's time! APLUS!" Delay, Al and the others came to pull him.

Pulled back to the villa, family members and guests from both sides had surrounded the city for two rows. Mariah Carey, who had changed back to a white gauze dress, was sitting on a chair at the end, holding a bouquet of flowers, tilting her head slightly, showing a rare shy look ,so gorgeous.

OMG, that damn fat... oh no, sweet.

Nossa, nossa

Assim você memata

Aisee ute pego

Aiaiseeutepego

Song Ya shook her head, temporarily throwing away the image of the bucket aunt in her mind and the incomprehensible new apocalypse song, reaching into her pocket, holding the engagement ring tightly, and surrounded by four groomsmen, slowly stepped on the bed of rose petals into the floor close up.

People laughed, people yelled, and writhed to the music, and the engagement party reached its climax.

Delícia, delícia

Assim você memata

Aisee ute pego

Aiaiseeutepego

Song Ya knelt down on one knee and put the ring into her hand, whose chest was heaving with tension. People started cheering, making fun of, spraying streamers and petals flying, and the two looked at each other and embraced emotionally.