At San Francisco Airport, Song Asheng had been standing in front of the arrival counter for five minutes, and the people at the back of the line complained repeatedly.

"I'm a citizen of the United States."

He had gained a lot of weight in Huaguo, and his old face was flushed, and he looked up at the sign, and once again confirmed that he had not missed the customs passage, and then emphasized to the customs officer.

The white aunt who was slowly tapping on the keyboard raised her eyelids, "Please wait. ”

At this time, two airport police officers and two TSA (Federal Transportation Security Administration) staff members walked across the aisle, and the white aunt completed the formalities in time to return the documents.

"Mr. Song, we have found suspicious items in your checked baggage, and we need your cooperation to accept inquiries and check your belongings, please."

The TSA people greeted Song Asheng, who had just crossed the border, and it was polite, and the airport police turned behind him, which attracted the attention of other passengers, who craned their necks to look.

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

Song Asheng muttered dissatisfiedly, as a senior accountant, he knew that there could be no resistance now, turned around and waved to a senior executive of A+ clothing in his peers, and obediently carried his briefcase with TSA into the so-called 'little black room' at the border inspection.

Song Asheng said that there were two unknown agents in suits in the small black room who were listening, and he guessed that it might be someone from the FBI or IRS (National Revenue Service), and after asking the other party to show his ID was refused, he also refused to answer the other party's questions, and only accepted TSA inspection and interrogation. Three hours later, Goodman, who went to pick him up, ruled out the deliberate misdirection 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 was staying, Song Ya listened to Hamlin's whispered report with a heavy face, "What did those people ask him?" ”

"Who he works for, the nature of the work, his whereabouts in China, etc., Song Asheng coped with it very well, and in the end, the TSA had to pick a few pieces of Chinese land specialties in the checked luggage to explain the reason for the interrogation."

"Now the two of them are on the plane back to Chicago, but it's still a red flag," Hamlin said. ”

"I warned last time that Song Asheng would better wait until after the election is over." Ms. Sloan complained.

"The three-month extension of the application is approaching the time limit, and I can't complete my personal tax return without Lao Song...... And he can't stay in China all the time, it is rumored in Chicago's Chinatown that many returned overseas Chinese have found an affair, and if they don't come back, his wife will tear down the house, and he went to Highland Park to make trouble with me once. ”

Song Ya reluctantly explained, "Is there any new development in the Barn case recently? ”

"No, Jesse Helms's Senate campaign opponent in North Carolina, Gantt of the Donkey Party recently asked Kennedy Jr. to help endorse the campaign rally platform, which shows that he has the support of the Kennedy family, which voters like, and Jesse Helms can only return to North Carolina frequently recently to deal with the new situation, and the election situation is a bit complicated."

"He shouldn't be concerned about the Barn case right now, and of course anything is possible with politics," Ms. Sloan said. ”

"The current Grand Commander has a delicate relationship with the Kennedy family, right?" Hamlin asked.

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

"Did we donate to Gantt?" Song Ya asked.

"No, to avoid irritating Jesse Helms...... And the relationship between the Kennedy family and the Manhattan Gang is equally delicate, the political star of the Manhattan Gang, New York State Senator David Patterson is targeting the shortage of New York State Senators for 2,000 years, and Kennedy Jr.'s first target in politics is probably that position. ”

Ms. Sloan replied, "I said that choosing a friend is the same as choosing an enemy, and it's better not to have a relationship with Gantt, and the conservative state of North Carolina still belongs to the Elephant Party, and he has little hope of defeating Jesse Helms." ”

"Beware of unexpected ......"

Song Ya was distracted by the nurse who pushed open the door of the delivery room, and leaned over to ask at the same time as his ex-wife's parents and brother on the other end of the corridor, "How is she?" ”

"Sorry, only the doctor can answer your questions." The nurse hurried away with her head down.

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

"Don't pretend to care about Mimi so much, go about your business!" The father of his ex-wife, who had barely communicated before, suddenly went berserk.

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

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

"Hehe, think about what you've done."

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

Her brother, Morgan, was behind her mother.

"It's always a ...... of 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 complaint was still far away, Song Ya did not respond again, she came to the hospital to accompany her ex-wife for two days, and there were indeed people on her side who kept talking about important things.

“APLUS。” Donovan appeared again, he had to follow, the hospital did not allow the use of mobile phones, the landline on the nurse's station had been connected, and the microphone was put aside by Donovan.

"Hayden? South Africa...... I don't have time to rush over and explain Mimi to Mr. Mandela for me, he'll understand, right? Say sorry to the local show organizers on my behalf, and stay there to help keep an eye on refunds and compensation, and Charis......"

"Well, I've already called Charisse myself, I can't help it......"

"Uh, now? Good. ”

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

Great, he breathed a sigh of relief, but he couldn't hang up right away, "Hello, Mr. Mandela...... I'm sorry for the temporary change of schedule, yes, Mimi is in the delivery room, just ...... Thank you, thank you for your concern, I will pass on your blessings to her...... I've got to get over, okay, goodbye. ”

Anxiously chatted with the old man briefly, ignoring Sandy Glenn and Donovan, trotted to the door of the delivery room, his ex-wife's family seemed to have entered, and he hurriedly pushed the door in.

“Mimi……”

The front of the bed was tightly surrounded, and he knocked away the thin bamboo pole brother who was concerned about it, and saw his ex-wife as if he had been fished out of the water, his long hair was wet and sticking to his forehead, his face was very haggard, and he reached out to help her with the silk, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

"Hmph."

With ice cubes in her mouth, she rolled her eyes and looked at the little baby who was crying in the nurse's arms.

"That's what it is...... Our children? Song Ya couldn't help but choke up a little when she saw the little head peeking out of the cotton towel.

"Hmm." She whispered yes, and her hand quietly reached over, and the two of them held it tightly.

"It's so cute......"

Her mother carefully took it from the nurse's hand, shook and coaxed it for a while, and then handed it to her father, brother......

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

Song Ya waited patiently for a while, and then it was his turn to have his own son, "Oh oh oh ......" looked carefully, the little guy's skin was wrinkled, his eyes were slightly open, and a pair of small hands were writhing unconsciously, and he could see that his skin color and hair were darker than that of little Robb, and his appearance was closer to that of a yellow person, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

"Is this my heir to the empire?"

happily kissed a big mouthful and lifted his son high, "Song ...... Song ......"

"Ahh The ex-wife deprived herself of the right to choose a name, "If it's a boy, it's called Rhaegar." ”

"Good, good, Rhaeggar, a good name......"

Meanwhile, in South Africa, Charlise was biting her towel and working silently, and finally, she let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed on the bed.

"Huh?"

She heard the doctor ask a slight question, and then, the child's cry rang out, and her tears immediately flowed.

"Come on." After the doctor finishes the follow-up, he hands the child over to the nurse and goes 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 were constantly encouraging themselves just now were also running out, and the one that was left, the nurse who was also very affectionate before, suddenly became a little bad, and directly handed the little baby to her, "Congratulations, this will be his country from now on." Then he said something without a head.

Charise looked at her son, who had suffered from the October pregnancy, her skin was so dark, she knew why the doctors and nurses had become this attitude, South Africa's top private hospitals were naturally all white, and this was a country that had not been exposed to apartheid for a long time.

"Charis." Mom, the fat henchman, and Pykinsley walked in to dispel the loneliness.

"Mother......" she broke down and cried, handing her son to his mother.

The mother didn't like this son either, so she took a look at it and handed it over to the fat follower, "What about Hayden?" "The scumbag didn't come, and even his agent was gone.

"Hayden is coming from the presidential palace."

Pykinsley replied that she was very happy, and took the child and coaxed enthusiastically.

"Miss Theron, you and your child have been assessed to be healthy and can be discharged from the hospital soon, congratulations." The doctor walked in again.

"Would you like to stay longer?" Billkinsley asked.

"Uh, sorry, we're strapped for beds." The doctor replied coldly.

"You're a private hospital, as long as you can afford it......" Pykinsley smiled disapprovingly before he could notice it.

"I'm sorry, that's our rule." The doctor wasn't sorry at all.

"Let's go." The mother stopped Pyking Spear from pestering him any further, and asked the fat attendant to take out the prepared baby basket and silently help her daughter pack her personal belongings.

"Hey, you're discriminating, aren't you? It's discrimination, right? Billkinsley finally reacted and questioned the doctor.

"Yes."

The doctor even admitted, "Anyway, I'm about to lose my job and then migrate to Australia, and according to the new law that balances the work opportunities of ethnic groups, there will soon be a large number of Nger doctors with pheasant degrees, and it will no longer be a top hospital." ”

"You ......"

"Forget it, Ms. Kingsley." Charlis stopped the agent from arguing any longer, wiped away her tears, and squeezed out a strong smile at the doctor, "We'll be away soon." ”

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

"By the way, have you come up with a name for your child?" Pykinsley asked.

Charlise looked at her mother pitifully, but didn't get a response, remembering the 'Jon' in the prefix on the doctor's chest plate just now, "Well, Jon, Jon. She replied.