Chapter 958? Twins

At San Francisco Airport, Song Asheng had been standing in front of the immigration counter for five minutes, and the people behind the row kept complaining.

"I am a citizen of the United States."

He had gained a lot of weight in Huaguo, and his old face was glowing red. He looked up at the sign, reconfirmed that he had not missed the customs passage, and then emphasized to the customs officers.

The white aunt who was typing on the keyboard slowly raised her eyelids, "Please wait a moment."

At this time, two airport police officers and two TSA (Federal Transportation Security Administration) staff came from across the passage, and the white aunt completed the formalities in due course and returned the documents.

"Mr. Song, we have found suspicious items in your checked luggage, and we need your cooperation in the questioning and inspection of your belongings, please."

The TSA staff greeted Song Asheng who had just crossed the border, and it was considered polite. The airport police officers turned behind him, and this formation attracted the attention of other passengers, who all stretched their necks to look around.

"I didn't bring any prohibited items..."

Song Asheng muttered dissatisfiedly. As a senior accountant, he knew that there should be no rebellious behavior now. He turned his head and waved his hand to a senior executive of A+ Clothing in the same company.

"Song Asheng said that there were two unidentified detectives in suits listening in the small black room. He guessed that they might be people from the FBI or the IRS (Internal Revenue Service of the United States). After he asked the other party to show his ID and was rejected, he also refused to answer the other party's questions. , only accepted TSA inspection and interrogation. Three hours later, Goodman, who went to pick up the plane, ruled out the deliberate misleading of the airport police, found the small black room and led him out."

In New York, in the corridor of the private hospital where his ex-wife stayed, Song Ya listened to Hamlin's whispered report with a serious face, "What did those people ask him?"

"For whom to work for, the nature of the work, whereabouts in Huaguo, etc., Song Asheng handled it very skillfully. In the end, TSA had to pick a few pieces of Huaguo native products in the checked luggage and explain the reason for the interrogation."

Hamlin said: "Now the two have successfully boarded the plane back to Chicago, but this is still a red flag."

"I warned you last time that Song Asheng had better come back after the general election." Ms. Sloan complained.

"The three-month extension of the application is coming to an end. I can't complete my personal tax return without Lao Song...and he can't stay in China forever. There are rumors in Chicago's Chinatown that many returning overseas Chinese have had affairs and never come back. His wife is about to tear down the house, and even went to my place in Highland Park to make a fuss."

Song Ya explained helplessly, "Is there any new trend in the Bahn case recently?"

"No,

Jesse Helms' opponent in the Senate campaign in North Carolina, Gantt of the Donkey Party, not long ago asked Kennedy Jr. to endorse the platform of the campaign rally, which shows that he has the support of the Kennedy family, which is very popular with voters, Jesse Hull James can only return to North Carolina frequently to deal with the new situation recently, and the election situation is a bit complicated. "

Ms. Sloan said: "He should not be thinking about the Bahn case now, of course politics can be anything."

"The relationship between the current Grand Commander and the Kennedy family is delicate, right?" Hamlin asked.

"Yes, anyway, he gave up his support for Gantt to win over Jesse Helms. It's no wonder that Gantt went to find another foreign aid." Ms. Sloan nodded.

"Have we donated to Gant?" Song Ya asked.

"No, in order to avoid provoking Jesse Helms...and the relationship between the Kennedy family and the Manhattan Gang is also delicate. The political star of the Manhattan Gang, New York State Senator David Patterson is targeting the two thousand-year-old New York State Senator That position is probably the first goal JFK Jr. entered into politics.”

Ms. Sloan replied: "As I said, choosing a friend is tantamount to choosing an enemy. It is better not to deal with Gantt. The conservative state of North Carolina still belongs to the Elephant Party. He defeated Jesse Helms. Not much hope."

"Beware of accidents..."

Song Ya was disturbed by the nurse who pushed open the door of the delivery room, and at the same time as her ex-wife's parents and brother at the other end of the corridor, she approached and asked, "How is she?"

"Sorry, only doctors can answer your questions." The nurse bowed her head and hurried away.

"When will the doctor come out, Hey!?" Song Ya complained with open arms to the back of the nurse.

"Don't pretend to care about Mimi so much, just go about your business!" The ex-wife's father, who had hardly communicated with him before, suddenly went into a rage.

"I care more than you." Song Ya glanced at him.

"Don't you blush when you say that? Little bastard!"

"Hehe, think about what you have done."

"Okay, okay, don't argue here." Her mother was more reasonable, and pushed her ex-husband back to stop the two generations of scumbags from continuing to bicker.

Her older brother Morgan was behind her mother.

"There's always people coming and going..."

The two groups of people returned to their original positions and continued to occupy a corner of the corridor. Her father's complaints were still heard far away. Song Ya didn't respond anymore. She came to the hospital to accompany her ex-wife for two days, and there were indeed people coming to talk about important things on her side. .

"APLUS." Donovan appeared again, so he had no choice but to follow. Mobile phones are not allowed in the hospital. The landline at the nurse's station has been connected, and Donovan put the microphone aside.

"Hayden? South Africa... I don't have time to go there. Explain Mimi to Mr. Mandela for me. He will understand, right? Say sorry to the local commercial organizer on my behalf, and stay there Please help me look at refunds and compensation, as well as Charis..."

"Well, I've already called Charis personally and said, there's no way..."

"Uh, now? Okay."

Song Ya waited for a while, and at this time Sandy Glenn also came over, and patted himself on the shoulder anxiously, "The doctor said that the mother and child are safe."

Great, he breathed a sigh of relief, but he couldn't hang up the phone right away, "Hello, Mr. Mandela... I'm sorry I changed the schedule temporarily, yes, Mimi is in the delivery room, just... Thank you, thank you Concerned, I'll pass on your best wishes to her...I've got to get over it, okay, goodbye."

He chatted briefly with the old man in a hurry, ignored Sandy Glenn and Donovan, and trot to the door of the delivery room. His ex-wife's family seemed to have already entered, so he hurriedly opened the door and entered.

"Mimi..."

Surrounded tightly in front of the bed, he pushed his arm away from the skinny elder brother who was caring. Seeing his ex-wife as if he had been fished out of the water, with her long hair sticking wetly to her forehead, her face was very haggard, and she stretched out her hand to help her in distress. She stroked her hair, "It's fine, it's fine."

"Humph."

With ice in her mouth, she rolled her eyes, and her eyes moved to the crying baby in the nurse's arms.

"Is this... our child?" Song Ya couldn't help sobbing when she saw the little head protruding from the cotton towel.

"Yes." She agreed in a low voice, quietly stretched out her hand, and the two held it tightly.

"So cute……"

Her mother took it from the nurse carefully, shook it for a while with experience, and then handed it to her father, brother...

"I, it's my turn..."

Song Ya waited patiently for a long time before it was his turn to have his own son, "Oh oh..." Looking carefully, the little guy's skin was wrinkled, his eyes were slightly open, and his little hands were twisting unconsciously. Both skin color and hair are darker than Robb's, and his appearance is closer to that of a yellow race. The more I look at it, the more I like it.

"Is this the heir to my empire?"

He kissed happily and raised his son high, "Song...Song..."

"Ah, we've already thought of a name." The ex-wife deprived herself of the right to choose a name, "If it's a boy, it's Rhaegar."

"Well, well, Rhaegar, that's a good name..."

At the same time, in South Africa, Charis was biting a towel and working silently. Finally, she let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed on the bed.

"Um?"

She heard a slight question from the doctor, and then, the child's loud cries sounded, and her tears flowed down immediately.

"Come on." The doctor handed the child to the nurse after finishing the follow-up work, and went out to inform his family.

"Can I hold it? Is it a boy or a girl?" she asked the nurses who had bandaged the baby.

"It's a boy."

The nurses who had been encouraging me just now were almost gone, and the one left behind, who was also very affectionate before, suddenly had a bad attitude, and directly handed the baby to her, "Congratulations, this will be his country from now on. .” Then he said something out of nowhere.

Charis looked at her son who made her endure the pain of pregnancy in October. Her skin was so dark. She knew why the doctors and nurses had such an attitude. The top private hospitals in South Africa are naturally all white doctors and nurses, and here is a new contact with the race. A country that has not been isolated for a long time.

"Charles." After the mother, the fat follower, and Pai Kingsley walked in, they dispersed the desertedness.

"Mom..." She broke down and cried, handing her son to her mother.

The mother didn't like this son either, so she glanced at it and handed it over to the fat follower, "Where's Hayden?" The scumbag didn't come, and even his manager disappeared.

"Hayden is coming from the presidential palace."

Pai Kingsley replied that she was very happy, took over the child and coaxed him enthusiastically.

"Miss Theron, both you and the child's physical condition have been evaluated as healthy and can be discharged soon, congratulations." The doctor walked in again and said.

"Should we stay longer?" Pakinsley asked.

"Uh, sorry, our bed resources are very tight." The doctor replied coldly.

"You are a private hospital, as long as you can afford it..." Pai Kingsley smiled nonchalantly before he realized it.

"I'm sorry, this is our rule." The doctor didn't mean sorry at all.

"Let's go." The mother stopped Pai Kingsley from pestering her any further, and asked the fat follower to take out the baby basket she had prepared, and silently helped her daughter pack her personal belongings.

"Hey, are you discriminating? Is it discrimination?" Pai Kingsley finally came to his senses and asked the doctor.

"yes."

The doctor actually admitted, "Anyway, I'm about to lose my job and immigrate to Australia. According to the new law to balance job opportunities among ethnic groups, a large number of Dr. Nger with a pheasant degree will be arranged here soon. It is no longer a top hospital."

"you……"

"Forget it, Ms. Kingsley." Charis stopped her manager from making unnecessary arguments, wiped away her tears, and forced a smile to the doctor, "We will leave soon."

"Yeah." The doctor nodded and turned to leave.

"By the way, have you decided on a name for the child?" Pai Kingsley asked.

Charis looked at her mother pitifully, but got no response, remembering the 'Jon' in the prefix of the nameplate on the doctor's chest just now, "Well, Jon, Jon." She replied.

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