Chapter 840 If I Were a Boy

"Let's go, hum."

Accompanied by Patti Labelle, Mariah Carey walked out of the doctor's room, and when she saw Song Ya and Linda waiting at the door, she rolled her eyes, took back the handbag carried by her manager Sandy Glenn, and walked out of the clinic.

"Mimi, what's the result?" Song Ya followed up.

She didn't answer, and Patti Labelle helped to answer: "No big problem, the doctor told me to keep a good mood, reduce the intensity of work, and check Barabara regularly...don't worry, I will take good care of her."

"What is published in the tabloids is not true." Song Ya explained, "The shooting time of many photos has been tampered with..."

"Is it important?"

Mariah Carey didn't look back, "Women will be scolded for cheating, but women will still be ridiculed for cheating on men. They have no charm and cannot win men's hearts..."

She wiped the corners of both eyes with her hands, "It's not fair. Sometimes I always think, if I were a boy, all this wouldn't have to be so hard now..."

Song Ya had no choice but to shut up again, and followed silently. There was only the footsteps of a group of people inside the clinic that had been emptied, and their bodyguards blocked the intersection in front of them.

If I were a boy

if i were a boy

Even just for a day

even if only for a day

I'd roll out of bed in the morning And throw on what I wanted and go

I'll get up early in the morning, put on my clothes and go out

Drink beer with the guys And chase after girls

Then drink with the brothers and fuck the women

I'd kick it with who I wanted And I'd never get confronted for it

See who doesn't like it, rush up and beat him, anyway, you don't have to take responsibility

Because they'd stick up for me

'Cause brothers's gonna take care of it all

When approaching the door,

Old Mike let her brother Morgan in.

"I called Alison and she admitted she was paid by the paparazzi to say that."

Morgan hurriedly explained to his sister, "It's her fault this time, and my mother and I are trying to persuade her."

"How much does she want to keep quiet this time?" Sandy Glenn asked.

"Let me handle it Mimi, Sandy, Patty, you all get in the car." Song Ya took the matter over, "Go, go home and have a good rest first."

"Mom is worried about you, give her a call!" Morgan called to her back.

"I know." She replied, and got into the lengthened Lincoln.

Song Ya watched the car off, then turned around and stared at Morgan coldly.

"Well……"

The brother-in-law who was as thin as a bamboo pole shrank his neck instantly, "Don't be provoked by APLUS, I didn't say those things in the tabloids."

"You complained about me to others, didn't you?" Song Ya pressed on every step of the way, and the five big and three rough bodyguards such as Mawota made the brother-in-law back every step of the way.

"I just complained about your attitude towards Mimi's family. I'm not the kind of person APLUS who does one thing in person and another in the back. Don't...don't do it again! Do you only know this trick?"

Morgan leaned his back against the wall, seeming to have gained some courage, and he straightened his neck to argue loudly.

"APLUS, this is a hospital." Old Mike reminded from behind.

Song Ya looked back at the situation around her. The gynecologist who had just finished examining Mariah Carey poked her head out at the door of the office, "I will always keep an eye on you Morgan." He pointed his finger at Morgan's chest with a straight face, "Pay attention to you Don’t give people the opportunity to make excuses, this is my last warning.”

Morgan didn't dare to do anything in front of him, lowered his head, and squeezed out of the bodyguard's gap without saying a word.

"Did he drive here?" Song Ya asked, and after receiving the affirmative answer from the old Mike, he put it aside, scratched his head and said, "Alison..."

He was about to discuss the troubles caused by Mariah Carey's sister with Linda, "I'll find a solution for Alison." Sandy Glenn returned the same way, and he probably didn't get in the car just now.

"What way?" Song Ya asked.

"It's nothing more than giving money, don't worry, I've seen a lot, and I'll handle it well." Sandy Glenn said, "You can't use any special means to deal with her own sister, right? That would be counterproductive, and she and her family will not Would love to see that.”

"You will handle it well? You used to have nothing to do with MJ's sister Latoya, remember?" Song Ya was worried about his promise.

"Latoya is because MJ cares too much about her family and wants to rescue her sister from her gangster boyfriend." Sandy Glenn smiled wryly, "The star's family extortion is nothing more than wanting to make some money, just be satisfied, as long as you control it Not too much, Alison doesn't have much imagination to spend money, and that kind of worm can stop for a while after getting money."

"All right……"

Song Ya thought for a while and nodded, "Just tell me if your method doesn't work, and I'll use mine again."

"No, don't meddle in Miss Kelly's family affairs APLUS, you already..."

Sandy Glenn still refused, "We will handle our affairs ourselves, don't be a waste of help, okay? And on your side...can you stop your brothers and sisters from talking nonsense with ex-boyfriends and ex-girlfriends?"

"I don't care anymore, and I can't hurt Mimi and the baby in her belly."

Song Ya shrugged. After the hard copy of the outline gossip broke out, all that was left was for the tabloids to fill in the blanks according to the "instructions" in the article. I believe that as the news fermented, more and more "materials" would be said in the future. There are, anyway, there are too many lice to worry about, and I can't take care of them for the time being...

"Okay." Sandy Glenn pulled him away from the crowd and asked solemnly alone, "Did the report involving Motura's ex-wife and children be published under your direction?"

"I?"

Of course Song Ya didn't admit it, "I'm not so bottomless."

"I know you may have been stimulated by the mention of young Robb in the hardcopy article."

Sandy Glenn didn't bother with this issue, and continued: "But I want to remind you that that report can never be related to Motura. The hard copy is MJ's least favorite media, not even one of them. As his The administrators will never do anything that offends the biggest benefactor, Ni Lin. This is likely to be a hard copy of their own actions, and they are a bunch of lunatics."

"And you, so quick to fight back against his family, especially the children... You know, Italians value family, descendants, family honor and hometown the most, you will drive him crazy, and the consequences may be very serious! You Do you think the mafia has completely withdrawn from the underground world? Their current organizational power is not comparable to that of African-American gangs, and they don’t like to play tricks like yours, and they will kill you with one blow!”

"What seems impossible often ends up possible, reverse thinking, eh? Sandy."

Song Ya tapped on her temple, "And the feelings of Chinese Americans for their families are no worse than those of Italians. Besides, this war has developed to the point where I have nowhere to go. I can only push each other away with him."

"Hua...you n..."

Sandy Glenn was a little speechless by his free switching, "In short, we can't go too far. This is our problem, not yours alone. Let me remind you again, be careful of Italians going crazy!"

He left. Song Ya stood there and thought for a while, feeling a little guilty. The key point is that Motura didn't need to take revenge on himself through MJ's enemy media, so he might face the risk of MJ abandoning him in a fit of anger. MJ But I kicked away a few waves of people around me...

If Motura was wronged by him, it is really possible to go crazy.

"Linda, has Little Robb arrived in Ireland?" After he saw the report, he asked Xue Linfen to take the child to her aunt in Ireland for Christmas.

"Here we are," Linda replied.

"That's good." Song Ya felt relieved, "Arrange more security."

"I know. Gao Shu called just now and asked if you would like to visit John Carley's house tomorrow." Linda asked.

"Temporarily... don't go, I need Sony's explanation, this time we must not let Motura come back."

The mafia has been rampant in the United States for decades, and the major Hollywood studios have more or less a relationship with them, either in close cooperation or falsely. In addition to MGM, who has the closest relationship, Lois Thurman, the former helm of Universal, also I don't know them clearly, the situation of other giants is similar, John Carley, as a veteran of Warner, if he rushes over now...

He couldn't help but think of the scene in the movie The Godfather where Sonny was shot by machine guns on the way, safety first, "Call Xue Linfen, I want to hear the voice of little Robb." He ordered.

The call was quickly connected, and it was Xue Linfen's manager Tim who answered, "She is taking a bath, I asked Little Robb to talk to you..."

Song Ya amused her childish son on the phone.

In fact, Xue Linfen has quietly fled to South Africa after she dropped her child in Ireland.

"Miss Finn!?"

Charis was shocked and ashamed when she saw the tightly packed Xue Linfen, and he subconsciously rubbed her belly, "Why are you here? The law and order here is very bad recently, did you come alone?"

"Come to see you." Xue Linfen looked her up and down like a scrutiny, "How many months?"

"You...do you know everything?" Charis collapsed on the sofa decadently, tears streaming down her cheeks, "I'm sorry, I thought that bastard... I didn't expect him to treat me as if he was calling me His flesh and blood, he... how silly of me, this was a complete accident."

"You don't have to say sorry to me."

Xue Linfen took off the veil, and looked at this small single-family villa, "Where's your mother? Are you and your servant alone in this house?"

"She has been busy dealing with the property left by her father, she hates me..."

Charis cried even harder, speaking incoherently, "The white people here are trying to move out, my father has a younger brother who is also an alcoholic, woo woo woo... We didn't plan to come back and face them, face All of this, and she won't even let me go out."

"Be patient." Xue Linfen stroked her stomach tenderly, "When this place gets bigger, all your attention will be on this little life."

"I don't know what to do with Miss Finn," Charis cried, falling into her arms, "If I were a boy, I could forget all my troubles by signing a check, and he didn't even Give me a call..."

"Fortunately, that boy has a check." Xue Linfen rolled her eyes.

If I were a boy

if i were a boy

I think I could understand

i think i can understand

how it feels to love a girl

how to love a girl

I swear I'd be a better man

I swear I'll be a better man

I'd listen to her

I will listen to her every word

cause I know how it hurts

Because I understand how painful it is to be alone

when you loose the one you wanted

when you're heartbroken from losing his love

cause he's taken you for granted

He takes everything you give for granted

and everything you had got destroyed!

worthless

On the outskirts of Paris, artists' salons are bustling downstairs. Upstairs, a girl with bright red short hair is rummaging through a drawer. She looks nervously at the door from time to time. Finally, she pulls out a stack of files. It seemed to be a hand-painted rendering of a movie, and she greedily flipped through it.

Just as she was engrossed in watching, she heard the sound of chaotic footsteps and conversations, she hurriedly stuffed the documents back, closed the drawer, and walked aside, pretending to admire the oil paintings on the wall.

"Director Besson, I'm shocked by your ambition. Is Gaumont Films really going to pay you so much money?"

"Didn't you already see those beautiful sets? We'll be here, and we'll be filming in the UK, and the special effects part has signed three companies, including the talented Max Tyson team who did the special effects for True Lies and Interview with the Vampire, Those Americans are expensive, very expensive."

"The specific investment is convenient..."

The conversation stopped abruptly, and the two men saw the girl in the room, "Wow, Mira, my Mira..." The older, white-haired one stretched out his arms to her, "Although I don't like You dyed your hair color, but I still want to say that you are beautiful today, congratulations, when will you join the group?"

"Uh, next month." Mira hugged each other.

"He will play an alien, so it must be dyed like this..." French director Luc Besson said, staring at her hair, smiling a bit reluctantly.

"Dye it? This color will do a lot of damage to the hair, right?" The other party picked up Mira's hair casually, "I thought it was a wig."

"No, really, I want a perfect effect." Luc Besson walked to the front of the seat, opened the drawer and took a look, "After all, she is our heroine."

"The hero is Bruce Willie?"

"Yes, he is willing to take a pay cut."

"U.S. box office?"

"Of course, if it wasn't for the US box office..."

The conversation went on for a long time, and after the other party left, the atmosphere in the house became a little unnatural, "You don't have to be like this, Mira." Luc Besson said softly: "We are not enemies, let alone play this kind of spy game."

"What?" Mira pretended to be stupid.

Luc Besson smiled a little uninterestedly, "Don't pretend, I know you are a smart girl, I gave you the heroine, a 90 million-dollar heroine, playing against Bruce Willie."

"But I only saw green screen on the British set." Mira pouted and began to use the trick of a woman to play a rogue.

"The Fifth Element is a special effects movie, most of the money will be spent on that, 80 million out of 90 million..."

"So this might just be a film with a production cost of 10 million..."

"Just!? Enough!"

Luc Besson seemed to be offended by this word, he was suddenly furious, and grabbed her by the arm, "You should thank me, I brought you back to the fashion center, and gave you the opportunity that countless girls in the film industry can't dream of. You are still playing that kind of close game with me? Huh? Who do you think I am!? Not me, Lafayette treated you like this just now? Your steps are terrible!"

"You hurt me!" Mira was terrified by his ferocious face, but she didn't dare to turn her face too much, twisting her body and trying to struggle, "I'm just busy flying around on the catwalk, the chance for us to meet..."

"You were able to sleep with that Nger at the age of fifteen just to get the first saliva song, but now you are pretending to be a high-end guy in front of me!? Not long ago, you ran back to the United States to quietly renew your old relationship with him? You were caught by the tabloids! Do you know that everyone down there was whispering behind my back just now? They were laughing at me!"

Luc Besson threw her onto the bed, "Remember, even if it's a ten million heroine, you have to pay something to get it, and I can still replace you even now, you're cheap!" He said Untie the belt with a pun, yelling, "Get real!"

'Snapped! '

Mira jumped up and slapped the French director, "That's just a framing by the American tabloids! They falsified the time, and APLUS and I were just talking, that's all!" Then she ran out of the room crying.

"Mira." A man's cold voice came from behind, "If you walk out of this room, you will lose everything."

She hesitated holding the door frame, but ran out anyway.

It was raining outside, and she didn't have time to get her coat and personal belongings. She didn't have her own car here. She shivered from the cold, tried her best to shrink her body, and ran to the side of the suburban road in Paris in December, trying to see if she could wave Get a ride.

The evening gown was sticking wetly to the body, the rain mixed with the tears streaming down the cheeks, the other side of the man who had always been a romantic gentleman was exposed just now and shattered all the good feelings he had built up before, it turned out...it was that time He talked a lot about art and fashion when he was flattering himself, and finally he went around and stood at the door of that matter.

Damn, he even thought that the other party was someone who could entrust marriage...

If I were a boy

if I were a Boy

I would turn off my phone

i will turn off my phone

Tell everyone that its broken

and tell everyone it's broken

so they think that I was sleeping alone

So they'll think I'm sleeping alone

I'd put myself first

I will only think of myself

and make the rules as I go

The whole world seems to revolve around me

cause I know that she'll be faithful

'Cause I know she's gonna die for me

waiting for me to come home

obediently wait for me to go home