Chapter 313 I Can Give You Anything You Want

The waitress named Amy Adams called soon, and at night, she was taken into Song Ya's bedroom by Old Mike. ??Huoran?Text??????A`

"Can you sing? Can you dance?"

In the early morning, Song Ya hugged her and joked.

"Yes! I'll show you one."

The girl excitedly picked up a newspaper from the bedside, rolled it into a tube and used it as a microphone, then got up and started bouncing on the bed, "fxxkyou, fxxkyouveryverymuch, causehatewhatyoudo, andhateyourwholecrew, sopleasedon'tstaytouch..."

Song Ya didn't expect that she would sing this song she wrote to Mira, and her smile became a little forced.

"Sorry, I'm not scolding you." She misunderstood, and threw herself into Song Ya's arms again, wrapping her arms around her neck, "Just because this song is very simple, I don't want to make mistakes."

"It's really not difficult to sing." Song Ya pinched the girl's pink face, "You can sing very well, too."

"Really? Wait, I haven't finished dancing yet." She stood up happily like a deer and continued to dance.

Song Ya looked at this happy girl, and the feeling of being a little depressed by Charlize Theron was relieved a lot. His thoughts began to drift to the apocalyptic song 'whateveryoulike' he got from the other party yesterday, which is still a song with a strong rhythm. Blues-style hip-hop songs, and has a more distinct 'future' style, the boundary between singing and speaking is as blurred as ihateuiloveu's male voice, but judging from the quality of the mv, the time when this song appeared should be ihateuiloveu Before.

The original singer has mastered the mentality of celebrities throwing money at ordinary girls with great proficiency. The melody and articulation are very catchy, and he is a super master. And he made a clever twist in the ending of the MV, turning everything in front of it into a waitress' daydream, sublimating this low-style pick-up song for showing off wealth into an anti-golddigger (gold digger, by referring to sugar daddy) The biting satire of this group.

"How?" The girl threw herself on her again.

"Very good." Song Ya's words were really not casual, the girl was surprisingly good at singing and dancing, "Where did you learn this?"

"The school choir, and the David Taylor dance company in my hometown, um... I used to want to be a ballet dancer, and... um, the community theater, my dad made me perform words when I was a kid, and my mom was a bodybuilder .”

Even her expressions and movements when she spoke were clearly childish, and she was counting one by one with her fingers. She was not at all like an ordinary 18-year-old white girl. The stereotype of girls with big breasts. To put it bluntly, among the girls I have dated, she should be the most careless one.

"Amy, are you really eighteen years old?" Song Ya tested with a smile.

"Of course, I'm a few months older than you, I remember your birthday." Halfway through her flattering words, she suddenly buried her head shyly in Song Ya's neck, "I adore you, aplus, I didn't expect …I am now blissfully passing out."

There was a knock on the bedroom door, it should be Taraji, "Come in." Song Ya lifted the quilt and covered her body.

"Boss, the plane at ten o'clock, we should leave." Taraji opened the door and reported with a straight face.

"fxxk, alas, the life of a singer is all about traveling+."

Song Ya complained, got up and walked into the shower room, turned on the shower head and began to rinse her body, "Where is the next stop?"

"Oakley."

"Okay, I got it." I brushed my teeth while taking a shower, and when Song Ya came out, she saw that Amy Adams was already dressed,

Silently stuff the girl's small things into the bag on her arm.

"What are you doing, Amy." He wondered a little.

"I understand, this is the best memory aplus of my life." She expressed a rather reluctant expression, "Thank you for giving me this wonderful night. For me, all of this is like a dream."

"wtf..." Song Ya laughed, "I'm not a fan, girl."

"I know, I know, you are a good person, and your image is very good, don't worry, I won't go out and talk nonsense." She zipped up her patent leather bag, "I signed the one your driver gave me. Confidential documents." As he spoke, his nose twitched and tears fell.

"Put the bag down, really." Song Ya knew that on this kind of date, the girl's clothes should be the clothes she was most satisfied with, but they were also quite cheap. She raised her chin at Taraji, "Book another ticket , and take her with you to Oakley."

"Okay." Taraji turned and went out.

"Really?" The girl seemed terrified, and she covered her mouth in a very childish way, not with the palm of her hand, but with the back of her hand to cover her lips, "You really want to take me to Oakley? "

"Of course, I said that I don't play this game."

Song Yachao pouted on the messy bed, "Come together, maybe I'll get you some opportunities to appear on camera."

"Really?" The girl was so moved that she rushed over and hugged his waist, "I feel like this is just a dream."

"Okay, okay, time is tight, we have to hurry." Song Ya comforted her by touching her head. This is completely different from a girl like Charlize Theron! This is the treatment that a big star deserves!

How about giving her the heroine, she has dancing skills and enough capital, but she is a little short...

"Ah! But I..."

She suddenly remembered something, and after a scream, she looked up at Song Ya with her big naked eyes, "I can't go, I still owe the landlord a few months' rent, he said that if I run away Send me a subpoena..."

"It's just rent, old Mike!" Song Ya called old Mike in, "Where's the bag?" He asked.

Old Mike brought in the big bag full of cash without saying a word, "Open it." Song Ya asked him to open it, reached in and randomly took a bunch of green rice knives, and stuffed them into the girl's hand randomly, " Take her to settle the rent and everything, and then we will meet at the airport."

The girl's eyes widened, holding the bundle of money, her face was full of disbelief, and her mouth could not be closed.

"Come with me, ma'am," said old Mike.

"Go with him." Song Ya patted the girl's... neck.

Watching the girl who was still a little dazed followed the old Mike to leave, "Uh, Taraji, is there any top women's clothing store in Oakley? Make an appointment for me, plan your time, and then make an appointment for Amy for a medical examination or something. By the way, Also, take this opportunity to confirm her age."

"Of order, boss." Taraji neatly packed his things for him, and began to talk on the phone with the mobile phone under his neck.

In the waiting hall, I saw old Mike dragging a trolley case from a distance, approaching the girl one after the other.

"You have finally matured aplus, no longer obsessed with the idea of ​​having sex with anyone you want."

Hayden said with a rather gratified expression.

"Who said I'm no longer entangled?" Song Ya said to him: "Of course I have matured a lot, and I will be more patient."

"Well……"

Hayden was speechless.

"I have six brothers and sisters, I am the middle one, but I have the best acting talent, and my dad likes me the most..."

On the plane, Amy Adams twittered, kept talking about her family, interesting things in school, experiences in Atlanta and other places, etc., unaware of Song Ya's humming and haha ​​coping.

"It's really simple."

Song Ya sighed, the flight was very short, and soon the group got off the plane, and the old Mike drove the car directly to the door of a Gucci store in Oakley.

"Mr. Aplus, welcome to our store. It is an honor to receive you." The handsome male store manager opened the door for him.

"No, no, today your client is not me, but her." Song Ya pushed the girl in her arms forward, then took out the credit card smartly, and shook it at her.

"Okay, I understand, please come in."

The corner of the store manager's mouth opened involuntarily, and he stared straight at the credit card with his eyes shining.