Chapter 917 Get Used to It

It was completely dark, but it was raining harder and harder in Chicago, 'Crack! ’ Accompanied by a crisp electrical jump, half of the high-power stadium lights outside the window went out.

"Damn!" The staff complained loudly.

Mila's eyelashes fluttered a few times, she slowly opened her eyes, and heard some small rustling sounds. She sat up on her elbows and felt the thin blanket slipping off her chest without hindrance.

"What are you doing?" She saw Halle Berry bent over and fiddled with something in the corner.

"No reason."

Harry replied casually: "Are you sober? The water is on the table."

"Thank you." She wrapped the thin blanket around her body like a bath towel, got up to get water to drink, and walked behind Harry barefoot.

It turns out that this is the honor corner of APLUS, "No, no, no..."

Harley was concentrating on talking to herself about the Oscar trophy in her hand, as if she was trying to put the only statuette in APLUS into her small handbag, but she couldn't fit it anyway, so she turned around and rummaged in the study again.

Mira's eyes were attracted by the three Grammy Gold phonograph awards, the 36th best annual single, the 37th best contemporary rhythm and blues album and the best film and television song, surrounded by countless small music awards, shining brightly.

She picked up the general award for the single of the year, and just wanted to enjoy it up close, but she didn't expect that the base and the golden record player were separated, and the big speaker suddenly fell to one side, so she was so frightened that she hurriedly used the other hand holding the thin blanket to remove it. Helped, the blanket fell to the ground naturally.

"I thought you'd lose your temper when you were sober." Harry finally found a large file bag and walked over to put the statuette in it.

"I'm not too drunk to lose my mind."

Mira restored the golden record player to its original state and put it back carefully.

"You shouldn't have returned to him, he won't stop for a certain woman now." Harley said, "You shouldn't have given up on the fifth element."

"I think I'd rather sing," Mira replied, "and it's true that I was too naive. I hurt him, and he continued to help me later on."

"You? You can't sing well, and besides, even DIVA couldn't win his heart."

Harry put the file bag under his arm, feeling bad, so he just carried it with his hands generously, "He won't be hurt by you, I have never seen a tycoon who can make so much money that can be really hurt by a little girl." hurt,

And the vast majority of bigwigs in the entertainment industry are bothersome. Redstone, the owner of Paramount, has two lovers outside who are responsible for secretly finding a new love for the old man. Hefner of Playboy magazine, you know what kind of extravagant life he leads, right? Not to mention scumbag directors like Polanski and Woody Allen, everyone is used to it in this environment. How about the Luc Besson people? Americans don't know much about him. "

Mira stared blankly at the mirror used to reflect the lights in the corner of honor again. In the mirror was the reflection of her own body. "He pursued me very hard, but I kept hearing about his affairs with other actresses from other people's mouths."

"That's like a dog of a feather, hehe, at least APLUS is still young, and he can't grasp the speed of pleasing women in the entertainment industry. He always uses too much force. I think a female second who is a disaster of a python is completely enough. I guessed right right?" Harry asked.

Mira shook her head, "I have experienced it all, and I have also lost it. I don't know what I want now, and I have enough money to spend now..."

She went to the ground next to the sofa to pick up her various clothes, and said while wearing them: "I really fantasized about going back to the past with him, but unfortunately... it only lasted for one day. I came in the morning. Before entering this room, I Really really happy, Tony, Muffler, Al, Big A, Eric, and him, it seems that nothing has changed in five years, we recall the past on the shooting range, play crazy, have fun non-stop..."

"Come on, what do you think." Harley hit her: "That's just because the big A and they will listen to the words and feelings to please APLUS, at least I remember Tony and Al complaining about your bad temper, they didn't like it very much before. You who yelled at APLUS."

"Yeah?"

Mira froze for a moment before pulling the evening gown over her head.

"Go down and get something to eat, you must be hungry." Harry helped her zip up the back and checked carefully, "It's beautiful, perfect."

"Um."

The two put on their shoes and opened the door, "Hi, Mike." Harry smiled at Old Mike who was reading a newspaper on the sofa by the door.

Old Mike narrowed his eyes and stretched out his hand without saying a word.

"Uh..." Harry rolled his eyes, and returned the document bag containing the statuette to him, "I just want to borrow it for a couple of days."

Old Mike stuffed the paper bag behind his back and picked up the newspaper again.

"Damn old man!"

Before reaching the stairs, the sound of buzzing conversations and the smell of perfume rushed towards me. Mira looked down from the stairs. There were many white-collar blacks in the hall who were incompatible with the record industry. The scumbag who showed his true colors just now Standing in a corner, with his index finger bent into a hook under his nose, he was chatting with a familiar middle-aged black man with a serious expression, and a blond woman standing next to him interrupted from time to time, she was his public relations consultant ms sloan.

"By the way, where did the former Eli go?" She took Harry's arm and went down the steps.

"I don't know, Sloan is much bigger than Eli, so she used to be quite powerful on Capitol Hill." Halle said, "APLUS is not the one you remember, he is much richer and more powerful now." , the black man next to Ms. Sloan is one of the most influential African-American media people, Gordon."

"I remembered, the host of BET station." Mira said.

"Now I'm working for APLUS, does A+CN know? Gordon is in charge." Harley greeted the passers-by and approached, "Hi, is it convenient to join?" She pushed Mira to APLUS's side , went to the other side by himself.

"Well……"

Song Ya was very surprised. He thought that Mira would make a big fuss after waking up according to Mila's temper. He didn't expect her to stick to him so silently with no expression on her face. Her beautiful face was slightly raised, and she was naturally close to him. Kissed twice.

So he was bolder, and tentatively put his arms around her waist, but there was no response. He turned his head to look at Harry gratefully, and hugged her tighter, "Go on, it's okay." He responded to Gordon's inquiring eyes.

"Rashida is at my place this afternoon, Rashida Jones."

Gordon said, "I think we have to say a few words for Quincy Jones, us, and the Inner City Broadcasters."

"Is it about the Oscars?" Ms. Sloane asked.

"Yes, the outside world is attacking his fashion show for being nondescript. I think we can support him from the perspective of anti-discrimination. He chose three African-American models out of five models, and one Maozi Asian. ’” Gordon nodded.

"Okay, I won't trip that old thing this time." Song Ya replied casually.

"That's great." Gordon said happily.

"How is the 10 million promotion plan going?" Song Ya asked.

"Chicago and Baltimore are going the best at the moment because we have stations in both cities..."

Mira listened to them quietly, her head passed over the man's shoulder, and she saw that his other hand was also wrapped around Harry at some point...

She observed the others again, Gordon, Sloan... and everyone who came to say hello from time to time, they didn't respond to this, very, used to it...

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