Chapter 658

Name:Chicago 1990 Author:齐可休
In the afternoon, when she had a good rest, song Ya immediately came forward to flatter her, which seemed to have some effect.

"As a witness, aplus did drink too much yesterday, and he had to go home without even sticking to the whole party."

The best man and cronies were called to testify, and delay was the first to say, "everyone is very disappointed."

"Well, he has an appointment with a beautiful woman."

She was sitting on her legs with a large group of people in her thick pajamas. Her face was discerning and she said, "who are those two women? I see the white women. They are a little familiar. Don't try to cover each other

"Well, I don't know." Delay gave song ya a helpless look.

"Mimi, come on. I'll cook the dried bamboo shoots and stir fry the meat myself. Have a try..."

Song ya, wearing an apron, politely presented the plate to her with a smile.

"It's really made by Alec. He never cooked before. I bought all the ingredients from Asian supermarkets." Aunt Susie also helped him with the sidedrum.

"Hum! Don't interrupt! Who is it? "

She took a fork and threw it into her mouth to taste it. She felt that the taste was OK. She ate it with coffee.

"It's the girl who stayed at the party here. Taraji borrowed it..." Linda said.

"What about the talajis? Tell her to come here

Talaji had already run away. "So many people are here. I've passed it back..." Song Ya pulls her pajamas pitifully.

"Hum..."

Her chest heaved so violently that she couldn't swallow it. "Who's next? Do it

"It's me..."

"Miss Kelly, aplus is really loyal to you. As soon as he hears the program planned by me, he proposes to go In fact, my program is not very dirty. "

"Isn't he not drunk?"

"Well, he should be drunk. I think he needs help before he leaves..." Da a looks at Song Ya with a guilty heart.

"Wine has a lasting effect..." Song Ya pushed her arm to please.

"They're all in a group. Men always cover each other like this!" Brenda cried again.

"You're still up! Next year, don't try to develop a professional program! " Song Ya stares at her, "have you forgotten who your boss is?"

"I..." Brenda was afraid to speak.

"Dare you! Don't be afraid of Brenda. I'll cut him off if he doesn't give you any advice Maria Carey immediately protects her best friend.

"Hair, hair, hair as usual..." Song Ya changed back to flattering smile, "listen to everything, dear."

"Miss Kelly, it's time for you and aplus to go back to New York. There's a lot more to the wedding." Her assistant came to report.

"It's not over!"

She got up to change her clothes. "When I figure out what to do with you!"

"Are you angry in the morning?" Song Ya went to help.

"What angry words?"

"Said to divorce me..."

She didn't answer. She went into the cloakroom and opened the closet.

"It looks like you are today." Song Ya helped her pick out her clothes.

She didn't pay any attention to it. She chose another one and changed it directly.

"Boss." Hayden finally came, and said outside the door, "there's an island in the Bahamas to sell. I've been asking about the price."

"Buy it." Song Ya is very satisfied with the agent's performance today.

"I'll go..." Said Hayden.

"Is it far from Patty's Island?" She asked suddenly.

"Not far." Hayden replied.

She did not speak again, song Ya felt that his pass may have been over, "then you do it." Send Hayden away. "Mimi, you're in good shape..."

An hour later, song Ya also squeezed into the Gulf Stream 4SP, leaving Chicago for New York.

"Boss, the news just came out from Hollywood that siglam has officially acquired 80% of the shares of Universal Pictures and MCA records parent company. It seems that simberg has passed the test temporarily and is still the president of universal." Linda came in to report.

"Dancing out my life sequel project will be affected?" Song Ya asked.

"I don't know. I don't think so." Linda replied.

"Well, that's none of my business." Song Ya couldn't get tired of it either. He was busy peeling a petal of Madarin orange and gently stuffing it into his fiancee's mouth.

Maria Kelly hummed and chewed like a pig.

Two days later in Chicago, a taxi drove into the middle-class community where Vic McKee lived. He walked out of the car with a briefcase and a suit. He went to Vic's house, compared the address in his hand and rang the doorbell.

"Are you?"

Cathy tidied up her messy hair and opened the door a slit.

"Hello, I'm South Lawyer of the newspaper, we have received a letter saying that Mr. Vicky and his colleagues have been treated unfairly by the FBI, right? "The man reached out his hand and only got the watchful look of Cassidy. He had to take it back. "What do you call it?"

"Cassidy, Cassidy McKee."

"Cassidy, is that your Vic's daughter? Don't worry. Although we have never met your father, we have told him his story. We respect him very much. We want to help... "

The man took out the certificate from his arms and handed it to him, "that letter is anonymous. Did you or your relatives and friends send it?"

"I don't know about the letter. I'm sorry, we don't accept media interviews now."

Cassidy had no impression of the newspaper. She returned her driver's license and the newspaper's work permit to him and tried to close the door.

"Please wait, Miss Cassidy!"

The man put his hand on the door to stop, "I'm not here to interview. We really want to give Mr. McKee some help. Sincerely. Please believe me, er, if you don't listen to my newspaper office or have doubts about my identity, I have this one..."

He took out another certificate. "I'm still a member of the all meter Rifle Association."

"Sorry."

Cassidy was very keen to find the other party's half a ten thousand tattoo under the cuff of his suit. She was scared to put extra force on her hand. The other party did not stop her. She closed the door successfully and watched the man outside through cat's eye.

The other party seemed a little depressed. He wandered around the door for a while, then walked to the side of the road, took out his mobile phone and started to make a phone call.

"Linda, is aplus here?"

She also picked up the landline and dialed Linda's cell phone.

"Tell me something. The wedding will be held in a few days. At this time, he is very busy and can only sleep for more than four hours a day." Linda replied.

"Oh..." Cassidy was silent.

"What can I do for you? Just talk to me and I'll tell you. " Linda asked.

"There's a lawyer at my door. He seems to have something to do with white supremacy. I saw the tattoo on his hand." Cassidy relayed the other party's intention, the name of the newspaper and the anonymous letter.

"Is there anyone in your family?" Linda didn't give direct advice.

"No, my mother took my brother and sister to my grandfather's house." Cassidy replied, "I'm the only one at home."

"Now your father really needs some help from other forces. You can meet the man and see what he wants to do and what help he can offer Vic. Anyway, it's always good to have someone willing to help now, isn't it?"

"But don't meet alone, in a public place, you can keep yourself safe," Linda advises

"The thing I mentioned..." Cassidy went to the door, and the man was still outside. She pursed her mouth, her face turned pale, and she stopped talking.

"I can't help that for the time being. It's not convenient for the boss to pay for Vic's lawyer's fees at such a sensitive time. Please believe me, it's not that he doesn't want to help you. It seems that there is a bit of trouble in this matter, although I don't have much information here." Linda understood her hesitation.

"Well, thank you all the same..."

Cassidy put down the phone in disappointment, thought about it alone in the room, and finally made up her mind to go out and open the door. She called to the man, "the cafe two blocks away. Can you wait for me there first?"

"All right, that way, isn't it?" The man turned back happily. "I'll go. See you later."

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