Chicago 1990

Chapter 57: Yellowstone National Park

　　 "I want to be a person who gives points, not a big coin!"

　　 With this idea, a few days later, he stepped out of the airport and got in the car that came to pick up Al.

　　 "YO! Bro~ how are you doing?"

　　Alby was a lot more energetic when he was decadent, his exploded head and beard were gone, he turned into refreshing short hair, and his chin was shaved cleanly.

"not bad."

　　 Song Ya smiled and pulled the work placard hanging around his neck into his hand, ‘CK Advertisement: Remote Planet Film Crew, Class B Staff’ and attached Al’s photo and full name.

　　 "The film crew did not embarrass you, right? After all, you are from SBK in name." Song Ya asked.

"No."

　　 Al started the car, "They counted me as Mila's accompanying assistant, and I will be paid."

"Ok."

　　 Song Ya nodded in satisfaction, and took out a paper envelope from his arms, which contained the cash prepared before he came, "You did a good job, thank you brother." He stuffed the envelope into Al's jacket pocket.

　　 Al drove the car onto the road, "Don't worry, I will watch for you, she doesn't want to hook up with other men."

　　 "Hahaha!"

Song Ya patted him on the shoulder and laughed. Mila always complained on the phone that Al would not allow her to do that. She also referred to Al directly as the "spy you sent". This also shows that Ai Er loyally performed the task he explained, "However, after a period of time for Mira to join the group to shoot'Return to the Blue Coral Reef', you may not be able to follow it. Columbia Pictures chose the shooting location in Fiji's tower. Veuni Island."

　　 "Where is that?" Al asked.

　　 "South Pacific."

　　 "Wow!" Al exclaimed, "Then I..."

　　 "You'll go back to Chicago when the time comes. I have a vacant room. It belongs to Tony. He never comes back to live."

The "axis" of Al's character would be a very useful follower, and he has fallen out with Old Joe and Pablo. This is a good thing for Song Ya now. He doesn't want him to be like Egypt. Rick ran away like that, "I will find a way to do some work then."

"Yay!"

　　 Al was very excited, "Is my red and white machine still there?"

　　 What is your station? Hey! "Yes." Song Ya coaxed him: "It's specially reserved for you."

　　 The two drove while chatting, switching from the highway to the normal section, and then drove on the dirt road.

　　 Yellowstone Park is very large, covering an area of about 900,000 hectares. In order to pursue the effect, the director did not choose the famous scenic spots in the park, but placed the shooting location in a very remote location.

The dirt road was gone. Al took out the map and drove slowly. The vegetation on the ground gradually became scarce. Some strange-shaped boulders began to appear. Both of them were turned upside down and didn't want to talk. Only the rustle of wheels on the stones was in their ears. .

　　 When I saw the brightly lit shooting camp, the sky was already dark.

Several RVs and various pickup trucks, trucks, and cars were scattered around a temporary wooden board house. Seven or eight staff members who finished shooting were gathered around the campfire in front of the board house, drinking and chatting with guitar, if Replacing those vehicles with Indian yurts, this place is like the habitat of a nomadic tribe.

　　 "With so many people and so many cars shooting for a week, it is bigger than the second-hand store MV battle."

　　 Song Ya secretly sighed CK's handwriting, Al took him out of the car and got his pass from a strong white man in charge of security. The credential used a pseudonym, he hung it around his neck casually, and then led by Al to avoid the attention of the staff, he walked quietly to Mira's caravan and knocked on the door.

　　 Today is different, this luxury car is exclusively owned by Mira.

"come in."

　　Unexpectedly, it was Mrs. Jovovich who opened the door. She was expressionless and could not see any welcome.

Song Ya was stunned and walked into the RV. In addition to Mira, there was also a middle-aged white man. He was the senior executive of William Morris brought by Hayden last time. He is now Mira’s agent and Hayden is the introduction. People seem to be able to take part of his income, but Song Ya doesn't know the details.

"Dear!"

Mila was wearing a white pajamas with a curling iron on her head. As soon as she saw Song Ya coming in, she swooped over from the dressing table and hung it on him like a koala, "I miss you so much. ." Still crying.

　　 "Let's go." Milla's agent smiled at Song Ya, led Mrs. Jovovich away, and closed the door intimately.

　　 "I miss you too, why did you cry?" Song Ya cupped her face, looked at the tears in her eyes and asked.

　　 "It's not that they didn't let you come to see me."

　　Mila had no reservations about him, "Said I was afraid of affecting my star journey..."

　　 "That's true." Song Ya hugged her and sat on the sofa, "At this moment, you are most afraid of negative news, which is understandable."

　　 "Understand the ass!"

Mila's long legs were wrapped around Song Ya's waist, and she tapped her fingers on his chest, "I am a star, and they rely on me to make money, and they always put on the face of an adult teaching a child, who is afraid of whom? Huh?" She burst into laughter suddenly, "I made a fuss casually, and they were all obedient."

　　 "Uh, how do you make trouble?"

　　 Song Ya remembered the bad temper that Mirana had caused SBK's headaches before, and it was estimated that the disturbance was not small.

　　 "Leave them alone." Mira's wet red lips were printed, and the two of them pecking at each other, their bodies getting hotter and hotter.

　　 No sleep all night.

　　 The next day, with a rhythmic knock on the door, Song Ya woke up, touched the pillow, the beautiful woman was not there, got up to open the door, Al jumped into the car with a wretched look, and sniffed everywhere like a dog.

　　 "What are you doing?" Song Ya felt inexplicable.

　　 "You guys were very quiet last night." Al handed him a hamburger in a paper bag.

　　 "Alright, is this car so badly soundproofed?"

Song Ya took a few bites of the hamburger and swallowed it, then took out two bottles of water from the small refrigerator in the car and threw a bottle of water to Al, "Did Milla go to shoot?" After receiving a positive answer, "So, she goes Work, what can I do here?"

　　 "There is nothing here."

　　 Al said with a smirk, "The only thing you can do is to wash yourself so good."

　　 "FXXX!" Song Ya shook his head and laughed, "How do I feel that I am like that kind of call-up staff now."

　　 Stayed in the camp for a few days. When Mila was shooting, he chatted with Mila’s agent. The other party also wanted to get Mila’s second ‘heavyweight’ song, and he knew everything.

　　 After the filming was over, many vehicles were withdrawn one after another. Mirador stayed for a day, found a remote place, behind a pile of boulders, set up a tent, and the two of them wanted to have another romantic night.

　　 "So, did you live in that director's house when you were a kid?"

　　 The two lay on the blanket, looking at the magnificent stars in the night sky, chatting one after another.

　　 "Well, I actually stayed for a year or two. My memory is a bit vague. Do you know "Scarface"? Al Pacino starred, he directed it."

　　 "Oh? That's the big director."

　　 "I think he is very helpful to my family~www.ltnovel.com~Um..."

　　 chatting, the two get entangled again.

　　 The night sky, the rocks, the landform as desolate as an alien planet, the beauty with the clothes gradually dissolving in her arms...

　　Tellmewhatyoureallylike

　　BabyIcantakemytime

　　Wedon\'teverhavetofight

　　Justtakeitstep-by-step

　　 The fourth time he got the apocalypse, Song Ya was no longer so panicked, and his movements stopped for a moment before continuing.