Chicago 1990

Chapter 654? Pre-Wedding Party

After several days of interrogation, Sean's spirit was already on the verge of collapse. He swayed wildly on the chair, cursed for a long time, then suddenly signed the document, and then threw away the pen, "I only answer questions from New York."

"Can."

Carl Letterman was overjoyed, "So when you arrived in New York? We are not interested in the 200,000 stolen money from the Armenian gang, don't worry."

"Me, Vic, and..." Sean began to confess.

"Is there any more? Come in, come in!"

The man’s pre-wedding party is naturally only attended by men, and the best man Al and Delay are the planners, but the parties in the United States are nothing more than wine, music, dancing, and heterosexual flirting. The only difference is that Delay And Al are both rich now, so naturally they can get the best service.

"Hi, aps."

The coquettish girls filed in after being greeted by Al, and began to dance around a few people. Of course, it was different from other dances, this was a strip dance bar.

"Let's have a carnival!" Di Lai put his arms around Song Ya and handed him a glass of wine, "Today we won't go home until we're drunk."

"It's okay to make trouble." The vulgar fans can't move themselves, and Song Ya sees that he, Al and the others have already had a drink, and they are a little high.

"Do not worry!"

Amid the deafening music, Al agreed loudly, and pulled away the bag his attendant put on the box seat, "Hey! You are a bit perfunctory." He shouted to the girls.

"It's only in the afternoon, Al." The girls usually come to their senses at night.

Without saying a word, Al took out handfuls of green bills from his bag and sprinkled them directly.

The girls were happy, screaming and twisting hard on the dance floor where the rice knives were flying.

The life of the rich is so luxurious and boring. Song Ya smiled and half-lyed on the sofa, drinking wine while admiring. He is under a lot of mental stress now and really needs to relax.

However, he thought of his fiancée who might also be playing the same game, his face changed, and he couldn't be happy after all.

Las Vegas.

"Boys, come in!"

He expected well, the pre-wedding party would not be full of flowers, and Brenda had already scheduled the program. In the evening, Las Vegas gigolos with excellent figures and suits also filed in, and their reactions were similar. Patti Labelle and others surrounding Mariah Carey screamed with excitement and excitement.

The women had more fun together than the men, and Brenda also brought a lot of big bills, stuffing them into the belts of every gigolo with a smile.

The music starts and the gigolos dance.

"It's not enough, it's not enough." Patti Labelle had already laughed, but still felt dissatisfied.

'Shua! '

While the rhythm of the music was accelerating, the gigolos suddenly showed their standard eight-pack abs. It turned out that the shirts on them were just performance props with only a piece of cloth on their chests. Music, wine, and a strong hormonal atmosphere diffused. .

"Ooh, that's not enough!"

Patti Labelle wanted to see more, "ii, take it easy, let that man die, we came to Las Vegas just to have fun." She didn't react much when she saw Mariah Carey, who was only holding a drink .

"You and Brenda won't let them..." Mariah Carey was a little worried, pointing to the gigolos who kept firing at her.

"Are you so afraid of his anger?" Patti Labelle asked.

"Am I afraid of him?"

Mariah Carey retorted, but immediately became entangled, "It's just that I miss him a little bit."

"Hey, a woman in love..." Patti Labelle sighed, "How long have you been separated? Then before you come, just say something soft in front of him, and make a small promise, and he won't be so angry."

"Hmph..." She took a sip of her wine arrogantly.

"Ahhh!"

As the lights dimmed, the gigolos took off their suits and threw them away. Brenda snatched one up and screamed heartlessly again.

Patti Labelle also started to get high, twisting the bucket waist into the dance floor and wrestling with the boy she liked.

Mariah Carey smiled reluctantly, and she looked at the female assistant helplessly.

Here in Chicago, Song Ya is a little drunk. The sexy show arranged by Al and Dilai has reached the fourth show. Now there is a wave of girls with higher quality and more scheming in front of them. As a bar As the brightest star in the show, he began to be targeted by the girls.

"I'm a little tired, Al."

He knew that going on like this would not work. The more he drank, the weaker his self-control was. He didn't want to do something wrong to his fiancée at this time, "I want to rest early."

"You can't? Brother, the night is still long, we're going to be high until dawn!" Da A drunkenly came over with two girls in his arms and interjected, "Later it's my turn to design the show."

"Uh, forget it, I'd better go back, Al."

A show designed by Big A? Song Ya didn't dare to stay anymore and stood up.

"Hey, don't spoil the fun aps, this is your pre-wedding party..." DeLay persuaded.

"You guys play, I'm really tired." Song Ya could only keep apologizing to the best man and friends, which really spoiled the interest of friends, and almost everyone explained it again before they were able to get away, "Mawota, Come back to Highland Park."

"OK."

Mawota started the car, left the dance bar, and merged into the northbound traffic flow, "There is a car following the boss." He glanced at the rearview mirror and said.

"The fbi that old Mike said?" Song Ya endured her drunkenness, and turned her head to take a look, "They don't hide it very much."

"Are you going to get rid of them?" Mawota asked.

"Forget it, just drive home normally, pretend you didn't find it." Song Ya replied.

In Las Vegas, the burdens on the gigolos have almost completely disappeared. They cover their key parts with hats, and the women with black accents are laughing and clamoring one after another.

When the most handsome lead dancer was only one meter away from her, "Enough." Mariah Carey raised her hand to stop the other dancer from jumping closer and closer to her key parts, "I can't do this, I don't like this .” She stood up resolutely and walked out firmly.

"Where are you going? ii?"

Everyone else stopped and looked at her.

"Go home, right away." She told the female assistant, "Let the crew prepare, and I will leave when I arrive."

"But your little fiancé is in Chicago!" cried Patty Labelle.

"Then go back to Chicago, play and have fun." She didn't look back.

Soon, the beautiful wings of Gulfstream 4sp disappeared over Las Vegas and flew towards Chicago.

Mawota drove the car into Highland Park, "What's wrong here?" Song Ya found a lot of debris on the lawn, and some staff were cleaning it up.

"Linda said that Taraji just held a party here yesterday." Mawota replied, "It just ended yesterday, should we call those cleaning staff away?"

"Need not."

Song Ya remembered that she had promised to lend it to her for two days, "I'll just sleep here for one night, without disturbing others."

"I've sent the letter."

Old Mike, who was chatting with Linda at the door, leaned into his ear and said, "This place has been checked again, and there is no sign of wiretapping."

"Okay, I drank a little too much, I just want to sleep well."

He went straight to the master bedroom, where he met Taraji, and Juliana Margulies...

"Hey aps, sorry my party messed up your place a bit."

Julianna Margulies is dressed very beautifully today, she seems to be paying the party company, just handed the signed check to the other party, she rolled her eyes mockingly, "My salary can't afford to spend here party…”

"You're already a regular, and the ER story is doing well, and you won't be saying that until the next season."

Song Ya, who was leaning against the wall and waiting for Old Mike to open the door, smiled politely.

"I can only pray that the writers don't write my character to death again." She also laughed.

The spirit of wine surged up, and Song Ya looked at Alicia's younger and more beautiful face in front of her, and she began to have something strange in her mind, that Mrs. Flock made herself very unhappy today...

Both of them have similar hairstyles today...

Juliana and Alicia gradually merged into one in his blurred vision.

"Come in for a chat?"

The defenses that had stood up until now suddenly collapsed, and the invitation came out of nowhere, very simple and rude.

The one who was invited was the bedroom. Julianna Margulies was stunned. She opened her mouth slightly, not knowing how to react, so she looked at Taraji beside her.

Old Mike, who had just pushed the door open, pouted when he heard this, but did not express his opinion.

"Okay."

The ex-assistant twisted his waist when he saw the strangeness, and began to beat the side drum with experience, "Julianna, talk to aps? Didn't you guys dance together when you danced out of my life audition? I'll accompany you." .

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