Chapter 772? Guilt

At night, Old Mike parked his car in the parking lot downstairs of A+ Records with a blank expression and yawned.

This thing seems to be contagious, and Song Ya in the back seat immediately slapped several times, "Linda, I'm hungry, let's get some food by the way, sushi is fine."

Linda pushed the door and got out of the car, and soon got off with sushi and the big white girl.

"You missed your appointment today..."

Charis got into the back seat, put her arms around his neck, and put her long legs on his lap naturally. Old Mike took some sushi from the box Linda handed over, and pushed the door out.

"Sorry, I'm a bit busy today."

Really busy, Song Ya hugged her back, "Is today's scene going well?"

"Haha, no! The sling turned around for some reason, and it turned faster and faster. I screamed in fright in the air! The director only knew who to help her, and who to help her!"

Charis immediately talked about the interesting things during the filming happily, "But the filming is finally over, I heard that other girls will continue filming tomorrow? Do they have more roles than me?"

"They are backup dancers, and they do have more screen time than you, but there shouldn't be any positive scenes in the MV."

The South African girl in her arms is very scheming, Song Ya knew this a long time ago, and replied honestly to her prying, "They show too much."

"What about me? Will it look naked on screen? You know that flesh-colored underwear..."

"Uh, there will be shots that make it clear that you are wearing them, but some of them may make you look like..."

Song Ya replied: "Do you care? If I care, I will let them cut some."

"Emmm...Forget it, it sounds acceptable, anyway, it's better than playing Playboy... When the MV airs, I must be notified in advance, and Ai Se Eu Te Pego!"

She stared at Song Ya's face admiringly, "Remember that meeting in Ms. Chubbock's acting classroom? You gave a check for fifty thousand dollars. If it wasn't for that money, I would really go to Huahua Young Master’s cover girl, at that time, in fact, the barrier in my heart had already passed.”

"You are so kind, APLUS. Actually, I don't need to drive such an expensive Ferrari. I will return the money to you. When I have money, I earn it myself." She said.

Want to make money without charging Ferrari? Is that implying that you want to get a role in Hollywood?

Song Ya scratched her head,

"Don't be silly, girl, I don't accept returns for the gifts I send out. If you want to make money and pay me back... Next year, A+ Films will have a big production. It will be a superhero movie, a commercial action movie, and I will ask Yeremov Add a character that suits you to the script."

"What superhero!? Superman? The Flash!?" she asked in surprise.

"Uh, Blade Runner."

"Knife... I don't think I've heard of it."

"It's Marvel's black comic book hero. There are not many superheroes suitable for me to star in Charis."

"Are you going to play the leading role too!?"

"certainly."

"Okay, okay, I am willing to act! Is it the heroine?"

"Uh... the heroine must be black."

"Oh." She stopped asking.

Ha ha, be content, girl, Song Ya took the opportunity to eat and replenish energy.

"Why don't they come in the car? Mike and Linda." She obediently waited for the man to finish eating and asked.

"Hey..." Song Ya wiped her mouth, smirked and began to adjust her posture.

"We...Aren't we going back to the hotel, or your house?" She was reluctant to cooperate awkwardly.

"No, it's not good to be photographed by the paparazzi. You must also keep the secret, and your fat follower, if there is another story about your old skinny follower who broke the news randomly, you know my energy in Hollywood, Charis... "

It only took four days for the MV of Earned It to be officially filmed, and she ended the scene on the second day, but stayed with the crew until the end of work, and then sat in the co-pilot seat of the Ferrari with a sad expression.

"Wow, this car."

Her fat follower kept stepping on the accelerator, enjoying the roar of the engine, "Driving directly from Chicago to Los Angeles? Is this car yours?"

"Yeah." She replied lazily.

"What's wrong with you, Charis? You're still so unhappy sitting in the Ferrari." The fat follower asked, "He also gave you a beautiful necklace, right? Why didn't you wear it?"

"Don't ask, just drive..." She picked up her new phone and dialed.

"Charis is gone, that girl has a personality similar to Fergie." Linda hung up the phone and hinted to the boss in the back seat, "I will often ask you for things in the future, maybe you shouldn't..."

"I know I know."

He obviously enjoys his body recently, but he feels more and more guilty about Mariah Carey who is far away in Los Angeles, and he is in a bad mood. He shakes his head, raises the binoculars in his hand, and observes the two groups of protests in the distance through the car window crowd.

It seems that the execution of the death penalty for black murderers was stopped for some reason. The opposing party was all conservative whites. They were confronting supporters of all ethnicities outside the prison at first, and then suddenly pushed and shoved.

"Justice! Justice!"

Cassidy held up a photo of a murdered dead person in one hand, and a photo of a certain white girl, and with the other hand, she fiercely grabbed the hair of a black aunt in the opponent's camp. She wore light makeup, but because of shouting slogans And made it a little 'blushing and thick neck', struggling to perform in front of the reporter's camera very close at hand, completely disappeared the traces of the top student of the obedient brand before.

Police officers holding shields immediately intervened to separate the two groups of people.

Kasiti's side was obviously more aggressive. Some white men began to attack the police officers, and then pepper water batons flew around.

"Fxxk!"

Soon, the water cannon truck drove them all away, and Kasiti and several teammates ran to a distance. She rolled up her sleeves yelling and checked for a red mark on her arm, which was from being beaten with a baton.

"Do you want to continue?"

Everyone, including the two big and three thick biker gangsters, only followed her lead, "We can regroup in the old place."

"Where are the reporters?" she asked.

"Uh, it seems to be gone, I ran away early..."

"Forget it, let's stop here today, you still have to go home to pick up the child?" She glanced at Song Ya's car.

"um, yes."

"Then everyone go home, remember to come to the meeting on time the day after tomorrow."

"Shall I take you back?"

"No, I'm going to meet a whistleblower."

"Okay, you watch out for Cassidy."

"You guys are also careful."

She walked over avoiding everyone's attention and got into the car.

"Are you injured? Kasiti, ask Mike to give you..." Song Ya asked with concern.

"Shut up, Nger." She straddled up directly, and opened the T-shirt with the words of protest printed on it with both hands.

"..."

The chaotic and indulgent week passed like this. The more Song Ya played, the more worried he became. He went to San Jose on the weekend and signed a capital increase agreement with the three founders of 3DFX who had nowhere to go. Part of the equity became the largest single shareholder of 3DFX. Another investor contributed 1.5 million, and some small investors contributed 500,000. A total of 7 million in cash can guarantee the smooth operation of the ES version of the 3D accelerator chip. Taped out.

Late at night, he walked into his Malibu home lightly. In the quiet bedroom, he could hear the subtle sound of waves, and Mariah Carey was curled up in a deep sleep.

Sniffing, he took out a jewelry box from his pocket, placed it on the bedside table facing her face, and then undressed silently.

After taking it off halfway, I went to open the jewelry box again, revealing the diamond ring bought for more than three million dollars inside, which was bigger than the last one and twice as expensive.

Feeling still dissatisfied after a while, I adjusted the opening of the jewelry box to align with my wife's face, and pushed it forward to ensure that she could see it when she opened her eyes.

Mariah Carey rolled over in her dream...

He quickly picked it up again, walked around to the side of the bed and put it back again, "Mimi..." He took off his socks, got on the bed and hugged her tightly from behind.

"Yeah." She didn't wake up, and pulled the man's hand to her waist in a daze.

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