Chapter 664 Married

'Eachyousayhugme, DingDongDingDong, Eachyousayloveme, DingDongDingDong'

At this moment in Bedford Hills, the wedding has already begun. Luxury cars brought the distinguished guests, and the media at the gate of the villa filed into the manor under the flashing lights. The traffic jam error last night was not lost after Song Ya lost her temper with the service company. Happen again.

The glamorous men and women will first pass through the beautiful arches, the promenade composed of small fountain sculptures and flowers, show the invitations in their hands to the guide who is waiting there, and then be led to the stage with a white roof in the middle of the large lawn. At the round tables covered with beautiful tablecloths, their seats have been marked by their names.

The band on the stage has not started to play yet, and Zhou Caiqin’s song The Ding Dong Song happens to be playing. They will rest in their seats for a while, hand over coats or other personal items to the waiter, and socialize with the people next to them with champagne glasses Socialize, and wait for the time to collectively walk to the temporary church in the distance to participate in the oath ceremony.

"Who does this kid think he is? The Prince of England?"

Underwood came a little late, and he was a little bit baffled by this extravagant grand array. While complaining to Claire who was holding his hand, he walked into the church accompanied by Hamlin who came to greet him, and sat in the seat that belonged to him. In the front row, he greeted Song Ya, who was already standing next to Jesse Jackson, who was wearing a brand new priest uniform, and smiling at him.

"This guy is finally here."

Seeing Underwood and the Michels around him, the Russell State Representative, and other small politicians began to communicate in low voices, Song Ya, who had endured countless gazes, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Politicians like Dingkins will not appear today Yes, they'd only show up at one of those pre-dated dinners last night, and now the pews were mostly family and friends, friends of his and Mariah Carey showbiz, or friends of friends.

The Donkey Party Whip and his wife are the biggest politicians present today. If this astute guy doesn't break his promise, he will definitely not be in a good mood.

Wearing a plus-size suit, Biggie, who was about to release a song together, was also late. He and a follower laughed and sat down in the back seat, and Song Ya raised his chin to him.

The other Daniels, Newmans, Lintons, Pakinsleys, Catherines, Glorias, the Scott brothers, BABYFACE, etc. sat in the row across the aisle from the Underwoods.

Then Percy Sutton, Shirley Fleming, Barenboy, John Galliano and other celebrities in the media and fashion circles.

There are also behind-the-scenes personnel of the record industry such as Walt and Roberto Clivell, as well as actors who have worked with Adam Sandra and Terrence Howard. They and Rakim, Kane Daddy, Derry, Snoop Dogg, NAS, Common and other hip-hop singers sit on both sides, separated by the middle aisle.

Song Ya's company executives, singers and their friends, Mariah Carey's aunt's accompaniment group also occupied a large area, and there were also various familiar and unknown guests in the back row.

Song Ya tried her best to take care of everyone in the shining stars with a smile.

"Don't be nervous, child." Aunt Susie smiled behind her.

"Me? I'm not nervous..."

He turned around and had fun with Delay, Al, Big A and other best man groups for a while, and even Old Mike put on formal clothes that he had never worn before.

"The time is coming." Jesse Jackson reminded, then cleared his throat, and began to make a long speech when the noisy church quieted down.

Song Ya was indeed a little nervous at this time. He kept arranging his dress, and aimed at the door, feeling a little sad and looking forward to it. Today we are getting married!

After Jesse Jackson finished his speech, the wedding march sounded, the door of the church opened, and in a white wedding dress, the beautiful and moving Mariah Carey appeared holding her father's hand and approaching herself slowly.

Behind her, King Weiwei and the ring boys kept taking care of the long trailing tail.

The only GQ photographer who was allowed to take a photo started pressing the flash.

"Today we gather before God and our guests for the sacred wedding of a...Alexander Song and Mariah Carey..."

Song Ya stared at the shy and drooping face under the veil, and Jesse Jackson's voice became farther and farther away and blurred.

"Cough." Jesse Jackson coughed.

"Oh, I would." He found Mariah Carey quietly looking up at him, and said hastily.

The guests let out low, suppressed laughter.

"Mariah Carey, would you like to..."

"I would." She said without hesitation.

Tony and the others started booing and laughing strangely.

"Please the bride and groom exchange tokens." After saying a few paragraphs of rehearsed vows, the two put their wedding rings on each other's left ring fingers, kissed each other, and then read a short paragraph cautiously amidst everyone's applause and congratulations. The Bible, and then Jesse Jackson said a long passage, and the ceremony is complete.

Song Ya nodded to Mariah Carey's father, who had no communication with her throughout the whole process, and then hugged her mother and Aunt Susie, who were full of tears, with one arm raised for her to hold, and standing applause and flowers from the guests on both sides. He left the church slowly under the guidance of the children.

There were many programs such as throwing flowers at the door. The wedding was solemn and grand, and it was indeed perfect. On the contrary, the two of them were a little tired, socializing and laughing constantly. After persevering, the two trotted into the convertible wedding car hand in hand. Heaved a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Ho!"

Mariah Carey complained casually while admiring the wedding ring arrogantly: "I'm going to take a break later, it's all your fault, I'm busy with the preparations, you've been lazy."

"How can I, I'm under a lot of pressure, okay?" Song Ya looked at her tenderly, "But thank you anyway, you've worked hard, dear."

"Hmph, good to know."

She waited for Tony and the others to straighten out the long tail of the wedding dress behind the car, and beckoned the driver to drive.

"You don't blame me anymore, do you? Mimi." Song Ya hugged her.

"Do you have to mention that matter today?"

"Don't mention it, don't mention it, and never mention it again."

The wedding car soon drove to the gate of the villa, and the two got out of the car. With the help of Linda and others who came out to pick them up, they went back to the room, changed clothes, rested, and played sweetly.

Around noon, the two appeared on stage in full blood, and the Grammy and Tony Award winners YOYO and Lia Salonga, whom they paid a lot of money for, were playing and singing to the guests.

"thanks, thanks."

I would like to sincerely thank the two of you, they don’t want to sing even half a sentence today, "Thank you for coming today, my wife and I..."

He took the microphone and finished the planned thank-you speech to the guests who had already seated at the round table, "Please, Mr. Underwood..."

Underwood raised his hand with a pretentious smile in the front row and shied away, "Come on, Mr. Underwood, talk to everyone..." He invited again, then simply stepped off the stage and pulled him up.

"Thank you, thank you, APLUS and I have known each other for a long time, when I was just a congressman from Illinois, Russell, just like you now..."

It was all agreed in advance, so Underwood naturally came prepared, pointed to Russell who was already holding a glass of wine in the audience, joked "drink less", and then delivered a speech in a serious manner.

The guests then enjoy their food, accompanied by non-stop live music and performances.

In the afternoon, Song Ya saw off the Underwood couple who had left early.

"Michelle's husband will also run for the State House of Representatives next year, right? Hyde Park Constituency." Underwood took the coat handed over by the waiter and asked.

"It should be, I don't understand this without you, Mr. Underwood." Song Ya laughed.

"The Elephant Party over there is almost impossible to win, but the opponents in the party are very strong." Underwood said: "But with your support, there should be no problem. Mayor Daly will also take care of the former assistant Michelle."

"I know, what about Russell? Last year's re-election campaign he just risked it."

Song Ya looked worriedly at Russell, who was a little dazed.

"The two-year re-election of the House of Representatives is too torturous." Underwood followed his gaze, frowning with some dissatisfaction, "Dow moved a lot of production capacity to Detroit, and now there are more and more workers there. The more dissatisfied, and the more and more residents nearby, the political forces opposing the existence of the factory will naturally become stronger..."

"Are you going to?" Song Ya has learned about the situation, and it is becoming more and more difficult to rely on the workers and family members of Bahn Company to win in that constituency.

"The party may transfer him to a new constituency to run for the U.S. House of Representatives. There are more workers in that constituency, and the party's opponents are stronger. It will be difficult to win, but...it's up to him. , although he is an alcoholic, he is indeed a rare talent who gets along well with the workers."

Underwood still takes care of Russell. Everyone knows that it will be extremely difficult for him to be re-elected in the original constituency next year, and the local donkey party sending him to run for the Federal House of Representatives is considered a "promotion" treatment to some extent. Of course The premise is to win the election.

"Well, I get it. I will continue to give him some support, but not too much. You know, this guy is drinking more and more." Song Ya is no longer completely obedient to Ander Wood is a man of things.

"I understand." Underwood held out his hand.

After that, some important guests left one after another, and Song Ya and Mariah Carey were busy welcoming and sending them off again.

Towards dusk, a large number of white guests also came, most of them were local New York entertainment and media, celebrities in the fashion industry, as well as old Larry, Blackhead and others hurried over from the west coast and even further afield.

"My legs are sore."

Mariah Carey snuck away, resting her head lightly on his shoulder and complaining.

"I didn't expect getting married to be so tiring..."

Song Ya leaned on the arch and hugged her, staring at the villas and lawns with people coming and going, sighing at the brilliant lanterns, scenery and human fireworks. In a trance, it seems a little unclear whether this is a dream or the real thing life is over.

"Huh?" She suddenly raised her head and looked in the direction of the arch. A woman in a professional suit appeared there, her face contorted with anger, and she raised her hand to slap him, "You invited her here? APLUS! You are too much! I hate you!"

"what happened again?"

Song Ya touched her face inexplicably and followed her gaze, oh, it's Alicia, Peter Flock's wife...

It's clearly a blurry dusk

Why are there still clear lights

Can't tell whether it's joy or surprise

Can't tell if it's a dream or real

like an arrow

penetrated my heart

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