Chapter 310 The Woman in White

Being able to escape under the deliberate unspoken rules of Hollywood agents and producers, this girl is considered to be of a very intelligent type. Song Ya feels that she is no less thoughtful than Fergie, but not as materialistic as Fergie. r?anwen???????????a`??

"Yes, I am interested in you. It started when we first met in South Africa."

He simply admitted it shamelessly, just as he said to Taraji, he was too lazy to spend time chasing such an unknown girl, "I still keep the photos I took of you in the book at that time, but Don't worry, I will not use money or power to force others to achieve their goals. Yeremov, help her with this matter, go to Taraji's room, I am ready to rest."

"Yes, Miss Theron."

Yeremov turned sideways and motioned for the girl to follow him.

"Thank you." The girl's voice was inaudible, supported by Taraji, and obediently left the room with Yeremov.

I have a good figure...

Song Ya swallowed her saliva looking at her back. She may be a little small and strong in the eyes of others, but it suits her taste quite well, and it would be perfect to lose weight casually.

Some words, he believed that Yeremov would help to say, the figure who used to be an executive of a big Hollywood company did not know how higher his rank was than those small agents who had no bottom line.

Playing songs that are not simple is really exhausting. After a few minutes, when he was about to fall asleep, he was awakened by the noise outside the door again.

"What!? Mawota?"

The person in charge of security at night is the honest man Mawota, who is shouting outside: "Mr. Aplus is resting, please don't disturb him!"

"You fucking bother me now!"

Song Ya complained loudly, and soon there was a knock on the door, "Mr. Aplus? Some ladies said in the lobby that you forcibly restricted a lady's personal freedom."

"wtf?" Song Ya opened the door, and several hotel security guards and managers gathered at the door, stopped by Mawota, and looked inside the room while opening the door.

"I live in the presidential suite! That's how you serve!?" Song Ya cursed, "I won't live here again next time I come to Los Angeles!"

"Sorry, there are a few girls who are making noise in the lobby. If you let it go, it will badly affect your reputation. They threatened to call the police and find a reporter."

The room manager folded his hands pitifully, "You don't have a girl staying here, do you?"

"No!" Song Ya was about to slam the door when she suddenly remembered something, "Mawota, go to the next room and call Miss Theron out."

In fact, the doors of several adjacent rooms were opened. Tony and the silencer were looking out sleepily. Old Mike had already put on his jacket and started working. Taraji also led Charlize Theron out.

"Uh, it might be a few of my friends. I'm sorry, I encountered a lot of things today, and I forgot to report them to be safe."

Charlize Theron explained embarrassingly, and she must have used the same trick she used against the producer, telling the little sister to wait outside, and began to "rescue" as soon as the time was up before she came out.

"So you're not under physical confinement, right?" the hotel security confirmed to her.

"No." she replied.

"Well, miss, is it convenient for us to go downstairs and chat with your friends?" The room manager looked at Tony and others who came around, still worried.

"Okay." Charlize Theron followed them and apologized when she walked to Song Ya.

"I help you out of good intentions, but don't cause me trouble." Song Ya warned her.

"I'm really sorry." She apologized again in a panic, folded her hands on her chest, and accompanied by Yeremov and Taraji, she followed the security guards downstairs to appease the little sisters.

"Women are really troublesome!" Song Ya was just about to slam the door, when suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a figure at the emergency exit stairs at the end of the corridor.

White clothes, long hair...

"Wth...hey!? Who's there?" There is no such thing as a ghost in this world, and he would never admit to being startled.

Old Mike rushed over.

"Uh huh..."

It was a woman's voice, and the woman in white took the initiative to walk to the light, and the dim light in the corridor illuminated a flawless face.

"Xue Linfen?" Song Ya was 'flickered', and recognized the other party at a glance. She had seen all the photo movies and so on, and it was impossible to admit her mistake even when she put on clothes!

"Hello, aplus, I...uh, I live downstairs, I just came up to take a look when I heard the movement."

The white dress on Xue Linfen turned out to be a bathrobe, and her hair was still wet. She held a glass of wine in one hand, and took care of the belt around the waist of the bathrobe with the other.

The other party is only one year older than Harley, but he looks much more mature, which is another kind of style.

"Sorry to bother you, Miss Finn, it's okay, it was a misunderstanding."

Song Ya signaled Old Mike to lift the alert, "A girl who escaped from a Hollywood producer, we had contact before, so she came to me for help."

After a little explanation, although the other party doesn't seem to have a reputation for being a big mouth, everything is uncertain in Hollywood.

"I heard it." She smiled at Song Ya, "This kind of thing often happens in Hollywood, and I'm not surprised anymore. It's fine. Then I'll go back to my room. Goodbye."

"Well……"

Stop calling aplus after letting her go so easily, "Wait, Miss Finn."

"What?" She turned around.

"Don't you just live in Los Angeles? Why do you still want to stay in a hotel?" Song Ya asked.

"This..." The other party was a little embarrassed by this question, and subconsciously touched the forehead. Song Ya seemed to see a scar flashing under her hair.

"That photographer boyfriend of yours?" Song Ya asked directly, so that it would make sense for her to stay in the hotel, and it seemed that they had seen news of their relationship changing in the gossip tabloids recently.

"Sorry, aplus, I don't want to talk about this topic with you." She said a little unhappy.

"Don't bear it, I've seen too many domestic violence men in Hollywood."

Great opportunity! Song Ya didn't feel sleepy at all, and waved at her, "Come on, talk to me, I just beat one last time."

"oh!"

She seemed to realize suddenly, "The one at the Spielberg's party?"

"Yes, you've heard that too? Wesley Streep was punched down by me." Song Ya began to brag: "It is said that he has practiced karate and is very good at fighting, but in fact he is not vulnerable at all."

"This is Hollywood, everyone has heard of it."

She finally showed her face and laughed, and the nature of women's gossip was stimulated, "But who is the heroine? Halle Berry?"

"Hey, I can't talk about it, come on, come on."

What a sweet smile, Song Ya couldn't bear this kind of natural beauty, she waved her arms frequently, for fear that she would leave, "Come and talk, I can't sleep anyway, I am very interested in Hollywood, but the circle is too narrow, just a little I want to ask you something."

How could this kind of twenty-seven-year-old actress who had been in cool movies and experienced several ups and downs in Hollywood be fooled by such a low-end excuse? After a while, "Forget it, my clothes are not very convenient." She pointed to the bathrobe on her body.

"Oh, forget it." The bathrobe is actually completely useless. Song Ya can make up the figure of the other party according to the movie. He feels deeply regretful, "Can I leave a phone number?"

At this time, the elevator door opened, and Charlize Theron came out accompanied by Taraji, "This is?" She also saw Xue Linfen.

"Girl, you are all right?" Xue Linfen asked.

"It's okay, thank you." She looked at Song Ya, then at Xue Linfen, as if she didn't recognize her identity.

"It's not easy to break into Hollywood. Seeing you now is like seeing yourself when you were young. If you need help..." She glanced at Song Ya.

"Taraji." Song Ya snapped his fingers at Taraji.

"Just make this call." Xue Linfen took the pen from Taraji and wrote a series of numbers.

"Go ahead."

Song Ya watched her disappear at the top of the stairs, and briefly asked about Yeremov's progress. Charis's agent was hooked and agreed to meet tomorrow to discuss the agent's appointment.

"Appointment at a coffee shop." Yeremov said, "I will ask my subordinates to accompany Miss Theron there."