"If I don't sleep in the company today, why should I reduce my quality of life because of the people who hacked me."

Song Ya saw Taragi start to tidy up the office sofa and said, "You drive today, old Mike has something to do." ”

"Okay, wait until I'm tidying up." Taraghi turned to tidy up his desk.

"Hmm."

Song Yachao glanced downstairs, there were fewer reporters than during the day, but the broadcast truck was still there, the paparazzi gathered in groups to chat, and some people rode motorcycles to bring a lot of hot dogs and coffee, it seemed that they would not disperse in the short term.

He walked to the recording studio, and DeLay and the others were surrounding the computer, and when they looked over, they were not doing their business, they were playing games, and Al operated, and Delay and Andrew and Henry, the three white men, stood behind him and came up with ideas.

Song Ya knew that they were idle, all the song recording work was over, and A+ Records really had nothing to do at the moment, "I had such a lot of mood swings, but I didn't even get the first Apocalypse song...... he was a little frustrated.

"There are too many reporters, and some people in the building have complained to the owner, saying that parking and office have been affected." DeLay said when he saw him come in.

"At this time, it would be too miserable to be kicked out of the building by the owner, and it would become a laughing stock for the whole rice." Song Ya said.

"That's not all, the owner hasn't sent us a formal warning yet." DeLay asked, "Are you home today?" ”

"Well, you can go back, but don't answer any questions from reporters."

"Okay." Several people agreed to come down.

Song Ya saw that they didn't play the game like the villain bouncing or the plane tank like before, "What kind of game is this?" ”

"Civilization, Sid Meier's civilization." Al stood up, "Go ahead, I'm not good at this kind of strategy game. He said to Song Ya, "Mawota and I will escort you to the car." ”

"Strategy? Then give me a copy and I'll go home and have fun, I've been a little unlucky lately, and I don't have the heart to make music and study. Song Ya asked them for a few floppy disks and stuffed them in their pockets.

Escorted downstairs by Al and Mawota, the reporters surrounded them in an instant with their eyes lit up like wolves seeing their prey.

"APLUS, LET'S TALK ABOUT THE DISAPPEARANCE! What did your bodyguard do to that homeless man? Why? ”

"APLUS look this way! Did the homeless get done? Did you personally order it? ”

"Tell me about your life, do you really only tip a hundred dollars for three days in Las Vegas?"

"Were you and Mira together during the recording of the letter to De Klerk?"

Faced with the reporters' strange questions, Al muttered all the way that there was no comment, and covered Song Ya into the car, and Taragi immediately sped away.

The engine behind is loud, and the lights of all sizes are flashing to keep up.

"Nasty journalist." Taragi struck to the right and pushed the motorcyclist back who was almost stuck to the window.

"Ignore them, I'm used to it."

At this time, the mobile phone rang, and he picked up the phone, "Tomorrow is the time to practice dance, are you going?" Fergie asked.

"If you don't go, don't go, just stay at home." Song Ya replied.

"But I've been at home for two days...... "Phigi said pitifully.

"You can't give the reporter a new rhythm now, you can just be wronged, can someone cook for you?" Song Ya's heart rose with a sense of guilt, this girl was a little aggrieved with her, she was satisfied with herself, but she had to keep a distance from herself in front of her and pretend to have an ordinary relationship, and now she had to stay at home to avoid the limelight.

"Delay's girlfriend will bring something to eat." Becky replied.

"Okay, it should be fine in a few days."

Ending the call, the phone rang again, "APLUS, how is it now?" "It's Pablo," he asked with concern.

"It's not clear, uh, I'm in the car, there are a lot of reporters around, why don't you wait until I get home?"

"Okay, you make this call." Pablo called an unfamiliar landline phone number.

Back at the house in Hyde Park, the paparazzi were finally stopped outside the villa and temporarily cleared.

After comforting Aunt Susie, who was worried, he went back to the bedroom, sat in front of the landline and calmly considered it for more than ten minutes before calling back to Pablo.

"Little Lori asked me to apologize to you on his behalf, he didn't expect that Bichi to talk to the media, we have warned her, it shouldn't cause you any more trouble." Pablo said.

"Thank you, Pablo."

Song Ya asked rhetorically, "How are you doing over there?" Is the trouble solved? ”

"Who knows, our current focus is all on Lowry Jr.'s new album, and he must not fail at the beginning of Atlantic Records, and after a series of negative events, Atlantic Records has supported us very much and has never given up support." Pablo had no intention of talking about the troubles on his side, "Did you listen to the first single of his new album?" ”

"Yay...... Very good, RAP GOD RAP GOD ......". Song Ya snorted with a smile.

"Haha, yes, it's good, but unfortunately bad luck, first Cooper and. A's news, and then you and Mira's, the publicity effect is very unsatisfactory, and we can't fight the page. The only news is that when you mention your gang affiliation, bring little Lowry in. ”

Pablo's words were a little weird, and Song Ya immediately mentioned caution, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect things to turn out like this." ”

"It's none of your business, I know, don't care, we're just a little ...... Uh, pure bad luck. Pablo continued: "We've all had bad luck lately. Is that homeless man's business settled? If you're feeling struggling, maybe I can help by sending someone over to talk to his daughter or something. ”

Song Ya was about to refuse, but after a change of heart, he changed his words: "Don't use it for the time being, right?" If I really can't help it, I'll call you. ”

"yes, that's it, we're all a family, it's right to help each other, when you solve the trouble, maybe you can join forces with little Lowry to play songs or something, you haven't appeared in front of the media together for a long time...... Tony misses you too. ”

Pablo's words made Song Ya's heart cold, and "Okay......" hung up the phone after dealing with a few words.

"What would Pablo do if he judged that I had actually killed Frank?"

He put his hand on the microphone and carefully considered the issue, not mentioning anything else, the relationship between the two sides is very delicate now, competition is greater than cooperation, but it is difficult to turn the other face openly with the same gang background. Little Lowry has a shooting, and he just went missing, Pablo shouldn't have talked so much about himself, right! There's something wrong with talking so much in itself.

"If Pablo really judged that I killed Frank...... Quite possibly, he might have known about Frank's relationship with Aunt Susie, and he would have anticipated it before the mass media had unearthed my motive for the killing. I'm a very family-minded person, Pablo knows, Tony is there for him, Tony is older, he knows better than me about the relationship between Aunt Susie and Frank, maybe he accidentally revealed it to Pablo, the speaker is unintentional, the listener is intentional......"

"Maybe Pablo figured out that I solved Frank's trouble, so he went to find Frank's daughter and lured her into causing trouble in public when the media besieged me?"

"What about ability? There must be ability, Pablo can eat well in Southtown, and he can easily find Frank's house in Southtown. ”

"What about time? Is the timing right? No, the media's attention shifted to me on a large scale yesterday, and Frank's daughter showed up downstairs at my record store at four o'clock in the afternoon, and Pablo they wouldn't react so quickly, unless ......"

He thought of the only possibility, "Unless he had his eyes on me, the two sides were in contact when Frank's daughter started looking for his father, but before it started, it happened to run into a media frenzy caused by Mira......"

He picked up the microphone again, hesitated with his fingers above the buttons, and dialed Goodman's phone, "Come to my house, right away." ”