"Why are you here? No, the party is coming to an end, everyone is in a hurry to go home for Christmas Eve, and the boss is sleeping, he is very tired today."

After Chicago, the full-score global tour was officially launched. As Christmas approached, many people had planned to fly home on night shifts. In the second half of the night in Rashida, the people had already left at the celebration party in Highland Park.

Hayden also drove to the airport, preparing to take the private plane to pick up Xue Linfen and her son back to her home in Los Angeles to celebrate the festival.

"I'm at the door, and the taxi has been sent away by me."

At this time, Chicago was snowing heavily and the wind was cold. Rashida, who had a coat, was trembling with cold outside the iron gate. The access control mechanically asked for an invitation letter, but she couldn't take it out. She made a few calls and answered it only after driving Hayden.

She was sleepy and cold, so she could only hide in the stone door post to avoid the wind and snow. She looked at the brightly lit villa from afar through the iron railings and began to feel wronged again, self-pity, and regretted that she shouldn't have run over impulsively.

"Oh! I get it."

Hayden called the Highland Park security first, and after thinking about it, he sent a text message to Song Ya.

The iron door opened, "Miss Jones?" The black security supervisor in an automatic wheelchair came out to pick her up, "Why are you here so late? Come in quickly." He took off his coat and covered her.

"Are APLUS here?" She asked.

"The boss has had a long rest. Do you need to arrange a guest room for you?"

"OK."

The young men and women who had not returned home to reunite were no longer carnival. Some night owl literary youth gathered in front of the fireplace to smoke and sing. Most of them were already lying soundly on the sofa and sleeping soundly. The strong smell of wine, perfume and other complex mixed smells filled the brand new banquet hall. On the ground, the seats were full of wine glasses, dining plates, wine stains, food and clothing, and it was a mess.

Several party company waiters napped at the cold dining table and bar.

Rashida carefully stepped down, bypassed the high heels and various miscellaneous items that somebody had dropped, and was led into the room upstairs by the bodyguard.

She took a hot shower quickly, put on her pajamas and went out to the APLUS master bedroom based on her memory, but in the end she was unable to get the utmost to go back to the room.

"Why are you here again?"

It was bright and Song Yacai saw the text message from Hayden. He actually slept in the small building next to the garage that night, the small room he had played with Ferge and Charles before.

"Who?" The woman's hand stretched out from behind and gently stroked his chest.

"A very tangled friend, nothing."

Song Ya turned around and hugged the woman gently, fiddled with her blonde hair lovingly and asked, "Is this a hard time?"

"Fortunately, life always needs to continue, right?"

Cassiti, who came back for the holiday, became much more mature, and gradually began to have the Washington elite femininity of Sloan. However, she looked more well-behaved and had stronger affinity. The unexpected death of her father Vick McGee made her stronger, and her expression occasionally revealed a bit of melancholy.

"Remember Vic told me to stay away from you?"

"Of course I remember..."

The two talked about the past when her father Vick McGee was

"I won't talk about this?" Cassiti finally wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and took the initiative to kiss him, "I miss you very much. Yesterday's concert was very exciting."

"Yes, I lost a few pounds of weight in one jump."

It was too difficult to meet, and it had to be like a thief. Song Ya and she, who had known each other since middle school, knew that there would be no result in the future. Time was precious, and the sun shone on the bed, and the two of them became entangled again.

“Are you still happy working at PNAC?”

Old Mike also returned to the south on holiday to reunite with his granddaughter. Song Zecheng, who can be trusted, delivered breakfast to the room.

"I'm very happy, I've learned a lot."

Cassiti smiled, "The recent Lewinsky case is so funny, it seems that we are having holidays every day."

Of course, the Conservative Foundation was happy to watch the show, "Do you think the commander can pass the Senate vote next month?" Song Ya asked.

“It should be no problem.”

Cassiti's judgment is similar to the mainstream predictions. "Although we are the majority party, we can't make up two-thirds of the votes. Until now, we have lost several seats in the House of Representatives in the midterm elections, which is a great warning to our senators. They are also worried about losing the seats. Knowing that the impeachment cannot be passed, the situation may be contrary to the House of Representatives, and some of our senators will run away."

She now regards herself as a member of the Elephant Party and is becoming more and more professional in talking about politics.

"By the way, how is your PNAC inside?"

The two of them were eating breakfast casually and chatting like old friends for many years, "What are the tendencies of other issues?" Song Ya asked.

"It's still the same, and there is no internal unity. Chairman William Bristol is always thinking about continuing to attack Iraq. Robert Kagan, the second-ranked theorist, should have a gentler position. He believes that the United States should establish 'more kind hegemony'."

Casiti answered.

"Where are those guys in Bolton?"

"They? Of course they love war more. They believe that if the commander continues to expand military operations in the Middle East after the Gulf War, they will not step down, which will lead to everyone being hungry for eight years... When there is a foreign war, voters will be more inclined to support re-election. Those people are more willing to participate in politics deeply and do not like to stay in the revolving door for too long."

Casiti wiped his mouth with a tissue, pecked Song Ya's face, and then began to wear her bloated down jacket, and then covered most of her face with a scarf, "I'm leaving, I'll be seen later."

"Well, the silencer is waiting on the yacht at the dock, and he will send you."

Song Ya looked out the window. The snow had stopped. Two or three guests who had not left were walking on the lawn in the cold wind. They picked up a small bag with cash on the table, "And this."

"No, I've already changed from probationary period to a regular salary increase." Casiti Zhanyan smiled and refused: "But thank you, I know you've been treating my younger brother and sister..."

"I mean, you know I'm very rich."

The two hugged each other again, "Take care."

"Take care too."

Casiti left in a low-key manner. The opportunity to get together is very precious. Song Ya really wants to send her to her in person, but...

"Twist these psychopath party animals away."

What kind of walk outside on such a cold day is really true. Song Ya ordered: "Let the party company clean up the house, and then go back to celebrate the festival on holiday."

The bodyguards began to wake up the hangover guests and knocked on the guest room door one by one. Soon, men and women went out one after another while yawning, and were taken away by cars.

“Where is the silencer?”

Aunt Susie and others arrived together again, Tony asked.

"He sent the guests." Song Ya hugged them, "How are you studying at Howard University?"

He asked Emily that this cousin who did not plan to be involved in the entertainment industry was sent to a top black traditional university by him, and also the "darling" author, and the alma mater of Toni Morrison, the Nobel Prize winner in literature.

"It's okay." Emily Pippi shrugged. She was going there anyway, so it didn't matter if she studied drama.

"Uncle Yali."

The blue-eyed little Freddy has also grown up and has been studying in a private school since she was a child. She is like people from two worlds with several other siblings. She is smart and has good academic performance. Among her relatives, Song Ya likes him the most now.

Aunt Susie insisted on making Christmas Eve food herself, and she took Connie to the kitchen to be busy.

At noon, the party company restored the inside and outside the manor to clean, and several large trucks and people and garbage left. Shilinfen led Robb, Jon and Sansa to arrive, and Mira was on the same plane with her.

“Wow…”

Emily, who was lying on the sofa in the hall, watched TV at Xuelinfen and Mira, who were holding hands like sisters, couldn't help but sigh softly.

"snort!"

Two groups of people had a holiday. Aunt Suxi came out of the kitchen and saw Xue Linfen and immediately snorted coldly and raised her face.

"Dadly! Susie!" Robb didn't understand so many grudges from adults, and excitedly led Jon over.

Aunt Susie's face was a little softer, and she hugged the children one by one in a complicated mood.

"Sit down, it's just right to eat together. It's not hard on the road, right?" Song Ya hugged the child's mother and the expectant mother's waist to care.

"How can private jets be hard?"

Xue Linfen prepared gifts for everyone, which should not be cheap. She asked the driver to bring in gift boxes of all sizes and give them to Tony, Connie and the others.

At least it's okay on the surface, but in Song Ya's eyes, everyone was decent and happy.

"Mr. Eisner has called back." Everyone is on holiday, and Song Zecheng, who is temporarily the guardian of the cell phone, comes to report.

"Um."

Song Ya pushed Mira's back midfielder, "I'll go and answer the phone first."

Mira and Tony had a much better relationship, and soon got along with Tony and the silencer who came back.

"Mr. Eisner."

Song Ya walked to the place where no one answered the phone, but didn't notice that there was someone standing on the second floor above. Rashida overslept and just dressed up and came out beautifully.

"APLUS, what's the matter?" Eisner asked.

"My new specialty has been leaked! It's all on the Internet now! Someone told me that it must have been leaked from the CD factory, otherwise there wouldn't be a high-quality version so quickly! Music reviewers are sneaking away, my new specialty has not been launched yet! The five majors are disgusting us! It must be their intention!"

Song Ya began to yell at the Disney Emperor that this was actually a strategy taught by Linton in private. His Majesty the Emperor had a broad mind in some aspects and could tolerate bad-tempered money printing machines. He didn't mind others complaining to him with this attitude and offending him, as long as he said something.

What he doesn't like is the offense of being contemptuous and resentful, and his subordinates privately connect with him to make trouble, or violate his personal majesty and fundamental interests at Disney, which is an absolute forbidden zone.

But from Rashida's perspective, these were completely different. She looked at the man's back in a daze. The more she eavesdropped, the more she felt excited, and she wanted to rush over and eat the other person.

"I'm on vacation, it's Christmas time, can't you find someone in charge of the record company first?"

Eisner was so sad that his brain hurt when he was yelling with exclamation marks, and kept the microphone away from his ears.

"This is a big deal! The Internet is too rampant. My new sales volume will be greatly affected!"

Song Ya continued to shout, "William and Morris told me that this is their warning to me, and you will give you! Slap in the face! Take a warning!"

"I know, I know, I know, I'll ask first what's going on, OK? Don't make a noise, I have a heart disease."

Eisner hung up the phone, "This kid." Shaking his head and chuckled, and after thinking for a moment, he hung up the phone to the Disney Records subordinates.

“Hi.”

Before Song Ya put down her phone, someone greeted her sweetly. When she turned around, she turned out to be Rashida's vixen face and big red lips.

"Uh...Harvard is on holiday?"

"Yes, sorry, I arrived late yesterday and went to bed." Rashida twisted her body and stuck out her tongue to pretend to be cute.

"Uh, it's okay, so let's have a meal together. Connie! Add a subtitle!"

Song Ya had no choice but to do his best as a landlord, "I came to the party yesterday, and the bodyguard may have forgotten to remind her." He then quietly bit Aunt Suxi's ears and left it clear.
Chapter completed!