Chapter 616 Farewell to 1994

"What's the matter? Harry, let go..."

He was inexplicably guilty, so Harry obediently carried him to the small room next to him.

"You came at the right time. Guess what happened when I asked the best fitness trainer in Hollywood?!" Harley crossed her arms and asked, "Sherin Finn got there first, she spent a lot of money, that fitness trainer doesn't have time to talk to me now Yes! She also hired the best nutritionist in Hollywood!"

"Maybe for an audition? There's a supporting role for her in a game of cat and mouse."

Hey, it turns out that Xue Linfen still cares about what she said last time, Song Yale said, "She really should lose weight."

"What about me!? In the first half of the year, I will be in the crew of the epic blockbuster King Solomon and Sheba! She only needs to play a supporting role, and now I am the one who needs body management services the most!"

Harry said excitedly: "Do you know who I play? The first queen in the Bible, Sheba! Queen of Sheba! I want to be in that movie with the best, best, and best state Appear!"

"Queen of Sheba? The queen in the Bible and Ethiopian legends?" Song Ya asked, "That's not bad, it's just made for you. Which of the top seven projects? The pay is good ah?"

"It was shot with European funds, and the remuneration doesn't match the heroine status of an epic blockbuster at all, but I thought it was a good opportunity, so I accepted it." She replied casually.

"Does your body shape still need to be exercised? It's perfect enough." Song Ya looked her up and down, well, her figure is too good, and she hasn't changed a little from before, "You don't need the best fitness trainer at all, do you? "

"I need, uh, you don't interrupt!"

She tilted her head and stared at Song Ya, "Go to her and help me snatch the coach back."

"I'm not going..."

Song Ya shrugged, "It's not the coach I found for her."

"really not?"

"Really, she should have spent money to find it herself."

"Then here comes the question..." she questioned, "How does Xue Linfen have the financial resources to rob someone from me?"

"On, just hire a fitness trainer." Song Ya was amused by her words, "The word financial resources is too much."

"It's a bit ridiculous to you, but not to us. Xue Linfen has passed away a long time ago, and she hasn't accepted any new dramas recently..."

In the middle of her speech, she suddenly remembered something and snapped her fingers, "Wait, how much did you give her? You gave her a lot of money, didn't you?"

"Of course I want to pay some money to raise Robb." Song Ya replied.

"How much?" she asked.

"What's the point of asking?" Song Ya was a little annoyed. "She didn't ask me for money. I gave it voluntarily. It's not much. On average, it's only about half a million dollars a year."

"Fifty? Multiply by eighteen..."

She immediately counted on her fingers, "WTF!" screamed angrily, "You gave her nearly ten million!?"

"Okay, okay, let's go to rehearsal, I'm finally free and interested." Song Yala said.

"A hair clip worth ten million is really expensive!" She sneered jealously, "I knew I would use this trick."

"You don't need that for your short hair." Song Ya smiled.

The answer was wrong, and she suddenly grabbed Song Ya's belt buckle and undid it, "I want a long-term meal ticket too! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

"Don't, don't, Harry..."

Song Ya was caught off guard, so she had to protect her belt and backed away again and again, "Let's go to rehearse, shall we go to rehearse? Don't make a fuss, don't make a fuss..."

"Then! Choose a girl younger than you to be your lover! Otherwise, your love will not last forever..."

It’s hard to get rid of her entanglement. Although it’s a bit embarrassing, it’s quite interesting to joke with the forest people occasionally. For the sake of the big tree, at least we are still good friends. Song Ya and Harley returned to the big classroom , He read the Duke's lines, "Women are like delicate roses, they wither soon after they bloom."

Taraji: "Yes, it's a pity that her momentary glory can't keep the spring breeze..." She has practiced many times,

It can be half-finished, and with body movements and expressions, it can be a real performance.

Then the classroom fell silent and the rehearsal stalled.

"Whose turn is it?" Song Ya asked.

"Harry?" Amy looked at Harry.

Harry looked at the script book, "Amy, why did you assign me the role of court jester? Let's switch."

"No!" Amy smirked and hugged the script book in her arms to refuse, so the two started fighting.

The whole afternoon was spent in light-hearted rehearsals and laughing, until the old Mike came to report that the Chicago airport had reopened and he could go to board the plane.

"Happy New Years."

Song Ya hugged and said goodbye to them like friends for many years, "I'll make an appointment with another good fitness trainer for you." He said to Halle.

"No need, I was just emotionally unstable just now, you know, women always have those few days." Harry smiled and waved his hands, "It's much better now, a good coach should be reserved for those who need him most."

"How about you, Amy? Have you gotten through the braces nurse scene?" He asked Amy again.

"In the end she betrayed the main character, right? A less likable character," Amy said.

"Nope." Song Ya recalled the original film a little bit, "It won't be handled exactly like the original. The script in your hand is relatively old, and the subsequent version will downplay the plot of you betraying the hero. Besides, an unexperienced When the deep little nurse suddenly learned that her boyfriend is a well-known fraudster and is wanted by the FBI, it is normal for her psychological defense to collapse."

"Well, I see."

Amy nodded obediently.

"Happy New Year." Taraji offered to hug her.

After the boring journey, Song Ya returned to Chicago. Instead of going to Highland Park, she went to Hyde Park to celebrate the New Year with Aunt Susie and the others, and bid farewell to 1994 there.

'Idon't want a lot for Christmas, There', Idon't care about presents, Underneath the Christmas tree...'

Just exchanged heart and soul with Mariah Carey on the phone, opened the door, and heard her AllIWantforChristmasIsYou in the living room, Aunt Susie and Tony, Muffler, Connie, Emily, Little Freddie and the doorman Gather around the dining table vigorously and share food lively.

"Hey brother."

Seeing him enter the door, Tony came up to him and greeted him with fist bumps, "I've heard about Sinaloa. It's the former little Binny. Are you frightened by him? I didn't expect him to be so cold-blooded. The AK family..."

"Okay, okay, don't mention this matter again, Tony." Song Ya interrupted him with a wry smile.

"Okay, little Lowry..."

"He was locked up by the prison for protection, otherwise we don't know what will happen, and the outside media are trying to interview him." Song Ya explained a few words, "It's better not to talk about this."

"Well, come on, let's have something to eat together." Tony was working in San Francisco, and he had matured a lot. He smiled and put his arms around his shoulders, and the two walked to the dining table together.

"APLUS, are you not going out? I'm going to give them a vacation." Old Mike came over and asked.

"Don't go out, let's take a good vacation." Song Ya asked him to send most of the bodyguards away.

"Mike, Mawota, come sit down too." Aunt Susie greeted.

"You go, I have to go to the room to lie down for a while, something is wrong with my body parts." Old Mike patted Mawota on the shoulder, "Is my room still available?"

"I'll keep it for you," replied Aunt Susie.

Old Mike walked into the small room where he used to live, put down his luggage, and turned on the radio, which still played the Christmas song.

'Iwon'tmake alistandsendit, TotheNorthPoleforSaintNick, Iwon'tevenstayawaketo, Hearthosemagicreindeerclick,'CauseIjustwantyouheretonight...'

He folded his clothes and lay down on the bed, stunned.

"Boss Kenneth!? Why are you?"

The memory came to the yard that day, and he turned his head slowly, and saw Kenneth wearing a worn-out blue denim jacket.

"Mike? WTF what are you doing here!?" Kenneth also looked surprised.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he immediately launched, hitting the opponent's wrist holding the gun at the fastest speed, then bent and folded, and handed over the gun like lightning.

Strong and weak change hands.

Kenneth's mouth was still open as it was when he spoke, and he didn't have time to close it.

"You talk first." He raised the muzzle of the gun and asked sternly.

"I..." Kenneth was still hesitating, when suddenly there was a "bang" gunshot.

"Fxxk!" Kenneth cursed and clutched his chest, his eyes widened in horror, "Mike, you... you are so ruthless!"

"I didn't shoot." He rolled his eyes.

Kennedy lowered his head, groped his chest for a while, and finally confirmed that he was not shot.

At this time, there were several gunshots from across the road, getting closer and closer.

Then Sinaloa came out of the bushes over there and ran straight here.

The two quickly retreated to a secluded place.

FBI agents followed closely behind, and after a few shots were exchanged across the gate of the yard, Sinaloa suddenly fell to the ground, clutching his chest in pain.

"You don't want to save him," he said to Kenneth.

"I... didn't come to save him..." Kenneth stared at Sinaloa struggling painfully on the ground, muttering to himself, his expression mixed with guilt and other complex emotions.

The FBI agent hid outside and yelled a few warning words that police officers often say. He didn’t walk in vigilantly until he felt that Sinaloa on the ground was still. After the gun was fired, the injury was inspected.

Then came the sound of Vic and Sean running.

"Who's there!?"

After the FBI agents confirmed it was their own, let them in, and told Vic to call an ambulance.

But when Vic re-entered the door, he was holding an M1911 in his right hand, staring fiercely at the agent who turned his back, and kept moving the wrist holding the gun.

Both she and Kenneth guessed what Vic was going to do, a gunshot, and then witnessed Vic killing Sinaloa, and then forged the scene with Sean, who had been complaining.

"WTF..." Kenneth was stunned, he covered his mouth, trying to suppress his voice.

"Check the neighborhood carefully!" Vic ordered Sean.

He knew that he couldn't stay here anymore, and if Vic found out, whether it was a fight or other choices, he would end up with no luck, so he took advantage of the night and quietly crawled away.

There was another rustling sound behind him, and when he looked back, Kenneth was following behind him, also crawling desperately trying not to make a sound.

Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas

This is all I'masking for

I just want to see baby

Standing right outside my door

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