'APLUS, YESTERDAY YOUR HEARING WAS GREAT. ’

'Haha, thank you. ’

'It seems that only one councillor has caused you problems. ’

Well, I don't think so, but I've been reminded beforehand that even on that occasion, something more ridiculous happens, an accident...... Sure, a little, but anyway I think I coped pretty well. ’

'Yes, but would you privately respond to the other party's accusations in another way?' I'm not Capitol Hill, I can speak my mind. ’

In the TV screen, the talk show host asked one more question, and Song Ya glanced at him and smiled: "I think it's time to dispel the stereotype of the African-American community, just like MJ, who has achieved brilliant achievements in the record industry, and then what?" It's the conspiracy theories that are overwhelming against him. To borrow his words: 'It's not reasonable or normal for a white star to be successful across industries, and everyone will praise him for his clever mind, while a black star who has done a good business will openly discuss whether he used some fraudulent means and didn't follow the right path......

"Yes, that's true, I can understand you APLUS. By the way, when did you meet Brenda? Was Mariah Carey introduced? ”

"Yes......"

In the lounge of the TV station, ten people were gathered around to watch the live broadcast that had just ended, and suddenly someone behind them snore evenly, and when I looked back, it was one of the protagonists, APLUS.

"Hey! This kid, fell asleep when it was my turn? Brenda protested dissatisfied.

"Get out and let him rest."

Mariah Carey immediately turned off the TV and pushed the plastic sisters, "Get out, quick." She ordered Linda, Sloan, and the others.

After driving a large group of people away, she lightly covered Song Ya with a thin blanket, and then sat quietly next to her.

At this time, Song Ya was dreaming.

In the dream, he was holding little Robb, and Xue Linfen, as well as Mariah Carey and Charlise Theron with big bellies to take the Gulfstream plane to South America, I don't know why, the atmosphere in the cabin was harmonious. Just as they were chatting warmly, suddenly, the plane rushed straight to the sea, and the sirens sounded.

"Nope! No! He hugged little Robb tightly and screamed in despair with the other women.

"Put on a life jacket and maintain an impact-proof position...... With your feet on the ground and your knees together, you will rest your head on the front seat and ...... your hands to "Captain's command to push open the cab door."

“WTF？！ You should go back and control the plane for me!" He yelled at the captain.

"No way, this is Bermuda!" The captain shouted in despair: "You shouldn't have fouled APLUS, now it's okay, everyone is going to die because of you!" ”

"What do you mean!? How do you know ......"

He looked out of the porthole, and there were two huge whirlpools on the surface of the sea that seemed to swallow everything, and the plane was diving straight towards them, closer and closer, closer and closer.

"Ahh I woke up in horror a second before the crash, but fortunately, it was just a dream.

When he opened his eyes, Mariah Carey's nostrils were staring at her like a black hole, "What's wrong?" Nightmare? She asked with concern.

"Well, what are you doing?"

From this angle, her face is a bit like a cartoon version of some rodent, Song Ya shook her head and smiled, her mood relaxed a little, and yawned loudly, "How long have I been asleep?" Have you been like this all along...... Staring at me? ”

"It's weird!"

Mariah Carey didn't admit it, "Just a few minutes...... Didn't you have a break in the afternoon? ”

"No, I haven't closed my eyes in bed all afternoon."

In the afternoon, he was very sleepy, very sleepy, and hadn't slept well for a long time, but Gordon's sudden and annoying attitude made him turn over and over again, and he couldn't close his eyes, Song Ya sat up, "What time is it?" Linda: What about them? ”

"It's almost eleven o'clock in the evening." Mary Carey asked rhetorically, "Is the hearing very troublesome?" ”

"No, I can handle it." Song Ya shook her head, "Let's go back to Tribeca too." ”

"Hmm."

She went to reopen the door, "Pack up, let's go." She told their men to prepare to leave.

Brenda turned on the TV with a roar, and the interview was going on with the picture of him putting his ear to Mariah Carey's stomach and the two showing their affection.

"They all said they were leaving! Brenda ...... "Mary Carey stopped to read this paragraph before she blamed Brenda in dissatisfaction.

"It's wonderful, Mimi......" Brenda looked regretfully back and forth between the silent two, and was then pushed hard by Sandy Gren to get out of the lounge.

"Let's go."

Now even many of his subordinates don't know about the divorce, this Brenda is fortunately able to keep his mouth shut for the time being, Song Ya raised his arms, let Mariah Carey hold it naturally, and the two snuggled together and walked out of the TV station building.

Heads turned to each other, smiled and waved at the paparazzi, perfunctory finish.

"Where did we just go?" She asked.

"What?" Her extended Lincoln back seat was wide, and Song Ya changed to a comfortable lying position.

"Your trouble, maybe I can help too." She said.

"No, I can do it myself."

Song Ya curled the corners of her mouth, "Thank you, Mimi, though." ”

"Don't be pushy, you're always like this, machismo." She complained dissatisfiedly, "I'm four years older than you." ”

"In my eyes, you will always be twenty years old when we first met, and now you are younger than me, girl." Song Ya interrupted.

"I hate ......," she pouted and slapped the man's arm, "This guy is actually good, if I were a boy, maybe I would be best friends with you for life." ”

It's a pity you're not. Well, after the divorce......

Song Ya couldn't laugh a little, turned his head and looked out the window silently, it was the continuous rain, this situation, his guilty heart was slightly flushed with a trace of impulse, and secretly said sorry to Beyoncé's little girl, "Oh yes, I wrote you a song, Linda." ”

Let Linda, who was in the front seat, give her the IfIWereaBoy songsong.

"Humph......"

"If I were a boy, even if it was only for one day, I would get up early in the morning, pack up clothes and go out, and then drink with my brothers, soak women, and rush up and beat him if anyone didn't like him, and I wouldn't be responsible anyway......"

"If I were a boy, I think I could understand how to love a girl, I swear I would be a better man, and I would listen to her every word, because I understand how painful it is to be alone, and when you lose his love and are heartbroken, he takes everything you give for granted, worthless......"

Seeing this, she brushed her long hair with her fingers, quickly wiped the corners of her eyes, looked out the window on the other side and choked up: "Really, you know what you are doing wrong, and the one you say and sing is better than the other, but what's the use of not being able to change the old problem of Huaxin?" Well!? ”

After waiting for a long time without waiting for an answer, he turned his head to see that Song Ya had fallen asleep again.

'Ridiculous, ridiculous, I don't know what's so ridiculous about that? Is it ridiculous to expose a thief who betrays the interests of the state? I don't understand, CUU doesn't even have basic ethics for the sake of political differences, and the APLUS they support is not an honest guy, so I don't care if the African-American people support him or not. Believe me, I have enough evidence to send him to court, or even jail......

The on-board radio is broadcasting footage of Damberton's latest interview.

"What a boring whiteman! Turn it off, Mike. Uh, I'm not referring to you......" Mary Carey was so annoyed that she accidentally used a discriminatory word.

Old Mac glanced in the rearview mirror and found that Song Ya had fallen asleep, Manhattan was very congested today, and there were always cars outside that were honking their horns impatiently, so he switched the radio station to the country channel and turned down the volume.

Howmanyroadsmustamanwalkdown How long a journey a person has to go through

Beforetheycallhimaman in order to become a real man

Bob Dylan's Blowinginthewind rang out in the car.

Howmanyseasmustawhitedovesail pigeons have to fly over several major seas

Beforeshesleepsinthesand to settle on the beach

How much artillery fire does Howmanytimesmustthecannonballsfly take

Beforeforeverbanned

Theanswer，myfriend，isblowinginthewind

The answer, my friend, is drifting in the wind

Theanswerisblowinginthewind drifts away with the wind

The soothing music made Song Ya sleep soundly, and he curled up into a comfortable position, grinding his teeth like a child.

"This guy seems to be really tired and deserves it." Mariah Carey stared at the angular contours of his face and proudly reached out and pulled his hair.

didn't bother to wake him up, he didn't have much strength, "Uh-huh, uh-huh......" Song Ya snorted twice unconsciously.

"It's not easy to be a man, Miss Kelly." Linda said as she looked back at Song Ya.

Mariah Carey then brushed the man's hair like a dog and revisited the lyrics.

The motorcade slowly weaved its way through the raging traffic of Manhattan, and no one in the car spoke again, except for the small sound of rain on the roofs and the honking of horns outside, and Bob Dylan's song.

How long does the Howmanyyearsmustamountainexist stand?

Beforeitiswashedtothesea is the vicissitudes of life

Howmanyyearscansomepeopleexist how long do people have to wait

Beforeallowedtobefree

Howmanytimescanamanturnhishead a person has to look back several times

Andpretendthathejustdoesn'tsee in order to pretend to turn a blind eye

Theanswer，myfriend，isblowinginthewind

The answer, my friend, drifts in the wind

Theanswerisblowinginthewind goes with the wind

"What is this?" In Chicago, Comcast's free station was the turn of A+CN again, and a director pointed to the frequency curtain wall of the control room, "Who put it on!?" He asked.

"I don't know, it's not us, I'll ask Mr. Gordon." The director of the column saw the line of words in the corner of the picture, and hurriedly called the director in.

"From next Monday, this program will be migrated to Channel 88, please stay tuned to our ......"

Gordon slowly read out the sentence, and after a little thought, he understood, and his expression suddenly became extremely depressed, "Fxxk, what a strong kid, no matter what you do, you will never give up if you don't achieve your goal." Even if he burns his own rice knife in vain......"

He leaned against the wall and muttered to himself: "Fierce, fast, I can't even wait for the next day's sun......"

"Who? Is it Mr. Roberts Jr. from Comcast? He just can't stand our ratings? Surprise attack? We've signed a broadcast contract! It's not time to migrate yet! The column director shouted in distress.

Gordon's face was dead and he didn't answer.

"They broke the contract! We've got to fight back right away, give APLUS a call, Mr. Gordon! Mr. Gordon? ”

The director of the column found that Gordon's whole person was in a bit of a trance, and urged repeatedly.

It is related to the future of the company and personal development, and other staff members are also paying attention to it.

"Of course, of course, I will......"

Gordon escaped from the house and happened to run into a cell phone from his assistant, "Mrs. Flock." ”

"Hello, Mrs. Flock."

"Just call me Alicia." The Governor of Illinois' wife, A+CN Legal Counsel Alicia Flock, said in the formulaic language of a lawyer: "I need to inform you that just now, on behalf of Mr. APLUS, I have reached a new agreement with Comcast and Northern Trust for the A+CN broadcast contract......"

"You didn't even ask my opinion." Gordon said coldly: "I don't even say hello......"

"I'm sorry, this is a joint decision of the employer, A+CN can also get subscriber income earlier, right?"

Alicia chuckled, "Actually, this is a good thing, you should be happy, Mr. Gordon, A+CN still needs your continued leadership." ”

Howmanytimesmustamanlookup how many times a person has to look up

Beforehecanseethesky to see the sky

Howmanyearsmustonemanhave how good a person should be to listen

Beforehecanhearpeoplecry to hear the cry of others

Howmanydeathswillittake how many lives are going to fall

'Tillheknowsthattoomanypeople havedied to know the deceased beings

Theanswer，myfriend，isblowinginthewind

The answer, my friend, drifts in the wind

Theanswerisblowinginthewind goes with the wind

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