Before I knew it, it had been more than a month since I was shot. Chicago in February was still cold but the breath of spring was already there, and the warm noon sun shone into the ICU.

"Until you lose your lover, you still think it's right, then everything you once had will no longer exist, but you are still a boy who knows nothing..."

After humming If I Were a Boy's last few sentences, Mariah Carey lowered her head and observed her ex-husband's face up close, "Oh!" She sighed in disappointment and stuffed her hand back into the quilt.

She doesn't come often, but once she arrives, she will try to stay as long as possible, follow the doctor's instructions, talk about the past with the man in a coma, sing songs that are commemorative to him and himself, etc. Although the doctor always says that it is improving continuously, it's a pity that she doesn't feel it.

"What are they doing?"

She saw an old woman quarreling with Goodman and Hamlin outside the glass wall of the ward. It was very fierce. The old woman looked ferocious and her original elegant temperament disappeared, but she couldn't hear what she was saying.

"I don't know, for the sake of business, that old woman is a member of APLUS's dream lawyer team, named Diane."

The female assistant placed the things she bought on the bedside table, Hong Kong-style milk tea, pineapple bread, and egg tarts, all of which were signs in a Chinese restaurant in Old Chinatown. The two of them had visited them several times before.

"Um!"

She was hungry and took a big bite of the sweet pineapple bread, nodded repeatedly, "It tastes delicious." She made a pig hum while chewing, then bit the milk tea straw and took a few sips. This was not good, it was not strong enough.

"Give it to me." She pointed to the female assistant's bag.

“It’s only noon…”

"Hmm?" She raised her eyebrows and stared at the female assistant.

The female assistant had no choice but to take out a portable wine bottle from her bag.

She unscrewed the cap, poured half a bottle into the milk tea, took another sip, and then she was satisfied with her mouth.

Song Ya frowned extremely slightly, and her index finger jumped in the quilt. Her ex-wife, who was focusing on eating and drinking, did not notice it.

‘Bang!’

Diane Lockhard suddenly pushed the door and walked straight to the bed, leaning over and staring at the man's face up close.

Mariah Carey was shocked and thought to herself that she wouldn't even eat such an old woman, right?

"Don't do this, Diane, I'm going to call security." Goodman said leisurely at the door in the form of a winner.

Diane didn't say a word and took away the hand that was standing on the back of Song Ya's hand, "You will regret it." He strode away after saying something to Goodman.

"Miss Kelly, the visiting time is coming soon." Goodman reminded before closing the door.

"Oh, right now!"

She took the pineapple bun and egg tart in a few seconds and picked up the milk tea, "Mike, pack up." She gestured to the old Mike and then went out, "Huh? Mr. Estefin?"

In the corridor, I met the boss of the Latin Gang who was Sony Columbia Records, and there was a Latin woman behind me. Not his wife Gloria, "Shakira? Right?"

She recognized the other person, who sang Spanish songs, had no competition with her, but... she subconsciously looked at the other person alertly.

"Hello, Miss Kelly." Shakira was much shorter than her, and she was a little lacking in her aura when she looked at her condescendingly.

Forget it, they are all ex-husbands, "Hmph!" Mariah Carey rolled her eyes at Estefin and passed by them.

"He has two more companies to go public this year, Ameriga Music Website and 3DFX."

Estefin entered the door with a smile on his face and looked at Song Ya a few times, and asked Shakira, "Finally confirm, you didn't date anyone except him at the end of last year, right?"

"No! You want me to answer a few times!? I have been living in Highland Park." Shakira touched Song Ya's forehead sadly and sat down beside the bed, "You...why are you doing?"

She saw Estefin looking back at the old Mike who was cleaning the bread crumbs and wrapping paper, then suddenly reached out and grabbed a few strands of Song Ya's hair, "I heard that the latest paternity test technology can be done with hair." The two of them talked in Spanish throughout the whole process, knowing that the old man didn't understand.

"He! His eyes moved!" Shakira found that Song Ya's eyelids were shaking constantly, and she jumped up and screamed excitedly.

"The doctor said it was normal." Old Mike sighed. He was getting used to it.

"Oh." Shakira sat down again in disappointment.

"APLUS has a child with Mariah Carey, and two with Sherrynfen. The little Jon on Sherrynfen may be his illegitimate child with other women... Otherwise, it would be impossible to match the time!"

Estefin put Song Ya's hair into her wallet with a serious hair, and analyzed it in Spanish as if she was turned on the machine gun: "Now the media believes that after the two companies go public, his net worth is likely to break through one billion knives, one billion knives! Mi Dao! It's really unbelievable! I have to find a way to find a way to know how he arranged the will. Logically, he would be very generous to the children..."

"Hey! Don't tell me these dirty plots? It's just an accident..."

Shakira touched her belly.

"Okay, okay, don't say it, I won't say it. But he definitely can't sing the theme song of the World Cup. You remember all the lyrics and songs he created, right?" Estefin changed the topic.

"Well, we practiced together." Shakira nodded and recalled the sweet past between the two.

"It's like this now. I talked to Linda, who managed the song he had not published. Linda refused to authorize that song to us, but it doesn't matter. We can use this song to impress FIFA first. I will find a popular Latin male star to replace him and forcefully publish English and Spanish versions with you. Then, slowly sue A+ records... Linda cannot inherit all his influence. It's just the right time. After giving birth, you will stand on the World Cup stage in 1998. Your status in the Latin region can be completely established!"

"Of course, the premise is that APLUS cannot wake up, or cannot wake up in time," Estefin said.

"He will wake up!" Shakira retorted firmly.

"Of course, of course, I mean extreme situations. In short, life must continue, and you must also consider your own future." Estefin said.

"I said..."

Old Mike came back after cleaning and spoke, "The reason why you are allowed to visit is to try all the ways to awaken him. If you come in and just want to chat in languages ​​that he doesn't understand, then I'll invite you out."

"Sorry, Mike." Estefin apologized and went out, "You can talk to him about the past."

"Do you remember the first time we met? APLUS..."

Shakira switched to English to talk, and she burst into tears as she spoke.

When her visit time was about to end, Xue Linfen led Little Robb to the outside of the ward. Through the glass, she happened to see the Latin girl holding Song Ya's hand and pressing it towards her belly.

This scene made her eyes cold.

"Mam! It hurts!" Robb's hand was pinched by her.

"Oh, sorry, sorry baby, mom won't let you get hurt, I swear..." She squatted down with her big belly and apologized to her son.

Time passed slowly and firmly, and the spring in Chicago finally came.

Amy, Mira, Halle, old brothers, men and women came and left, singing, talking, telling jokes, having fun, crying, laughing, and trying all the ways they can. Song Ya's physical reaction is indeed getting better, but she still hasn't woken up.

One day, the nurses did a complete cleaning work and rehabilitation training as usual, slowly lowered the standing bed and left silently.

"Please come in."

Old Mike also lost confidence. Out of the mentality of seeking medical treatment by the emergency illness, the number of people he allowed to visit was wider and wider. This time, several black people were put in.

"puff!"

Quincy Jones entered the door and saw the little Nger lying on the bed. He almost laughed out loud on the spot. He covered his mouth, lowered his head and coughed twice to cover it up.

"Dad!" Rashida glared at him with anger and sat in front of the bed without hesitation.

"He's always like this?" asked the black star Will Smith.

"I heard that yes, I have warned him a long time ago, but I don't listen. Look, it's fulfilled, right?"

Quincy Jones rolled his eyes at his baby daughter who started to cry, "This is the last time I'll come to see you! What's the point of missing such a man? The most important thing for you now is to go back to Harvard to complete your studies and then go to law school. Just like that Michelle's husband, he is already a senator of the Islamic State Assembly! Your whole family is your most promising, don't let me down!"

"Hey! I'm here! Old man!"

Sister Kidada protested.

"So forget it."

"Old bastard!"

"Hehe... By the way, Will, your new record appointment..." Quincy Jones turned to talk about business with his favorite disciple Will Smith.

Old Mike watched coldly and found that no one except Rashida came to visit the patient sincerely. "Please go out to chat if it is irrelevant." He warned.

"OK, OK." Quincy Jones raised his hand to surrender.

"Let's go out first."

Jada Pinkett, who plans to marry Will Smith this year, pulled his fiancé outside, "Are you going to promise that old guy?" she whispered: "Frankly, I have tolerated him for a long time."

Jadapinget is a classmate of 2PAC. He once had a relationship with 2PAC. He is a well-known black actress. His rank is much higher than the last announced girlfriend of 2PAC, and he is much smarter.

"Quncy is so greedy."

Will Smith nodded in agreement, "I will not renew his contract with the singer who took advantage of the situation this year. At worst, I can turn against him like MJ and APLUS. But... I will be prepared to be scolded for being ungrateful on various occasions in the future. After all, he made me famous back then."

"Anyway, your career is focused on Hollywood now, so what are you afraid of?" Jadapinget encouraged him.

"Hey! Will!" Quincy Jones, who was still in the dark, followed happily.

The two had to squeeze out smiles and continue to deal with them hypocritically.

"What are you doing?" Rashida, who was staying in the ward, was startled when she saw her sister reaching her hand into the quilt.

"What are you shouting!? I think the scale is the same as the legends outside."

Kidada continued to grop, "ah!?" suddenly snorted in a complicated way, "Is there a reaction? Wow... Wow! Wow!"

"I can't stand you, let's go!"

Rashida looked at Old Mike and was embarrassed to stay there.

"By bye, APLUS." Kidada clapped his hands, banged his middle finger and bounced on Song Ya's forehead, "Don't pull me!" He was dragged away by his sister.

"well!"

Old Mike looked at the departure of the group of people, sighed, took out the book and sat in front of the hospital bed, "Apart from Snow White, you are the most beautiful person, but Snow White lives in the neighboring country, is millions of times more beautiful than you..."
To be continued...