Gulfstream 4 landed in Colombia's fourth-largest city: Barranquilla.

"I just want this Spanish song La Copa de la Vida, no matter how much it costs, you have to get it for me, and you can fill in the numbers yourself."

Song Ya flipped through a few alternative songs given by Estéphine, signed the blank cash check, and handed it to him, "Hayden will help you every step of the way." ”

"I do my best." Estéphen puts away the check, "now the main problem is PR FIFA......"

"I don't want to hear the best I can, I have to that song."

Song Ya interrupted him domineeringly, "Leave the matter of public relations and FIFA to me, William Morris, Universal Music, and Anschuz will help." ”

The catchy and rhythmic cup of life can be picked by Song Ya, who is now vicious, and his natural quality is quite high, the lyrics, composition, and arrangers are all well-known Latin gang musicians, and they are naturally inclined to sing their works to Latin singers themselves, even if there is Estéphine, the boss of the Latin gang, as the leading party, he who loses the opportunity does not spend money that can directly smash people out, and it is estimated that he will not be able to get the song.

"Okay."

Estéphine put the check away.

"Keep up the good work for me! Don't giggle all day! Song Ya scolded Hayden, who was happy when he saw him.

"No problem, look at me." Hayden's chick nodded like a peck of rice.

On this secret trip to Latin America, Song Ya was very low-key, and after the group got off the private plane, they drove straight to Shakira's house.

No, no, because Estephine said that Shakira's mother and daughter were under house arrest by her family.

Her father was a jeweler, and the family was quite good in the local area, with a beautiful garden villa and many servants.

A male servant dressed as a gardener opened the door to the villa and let the car drive in.

"Why is he looking at me like that?"

Song Ya felt that the gardener looked at him through the car window with some horror in his eyes, shouldn't it be surprise and worship?

"Shakira's father was a devout Catholic." Estéphine replied.

"Oh."

Song Ya got out of the car on crutches, her eyes rolling, and she felt that something was wrong.

As soon as the maids passing by the garden path saw themselves, they all lowered their heads and hurried away.

"What's wrong with them?" Song Ya asked.

"God...... The cultist ...... "Estéphine was surprised by his unresponsiveness, and emphasized.

"Oh." Oppose the pre-marriage one, at most I was scolded twice, Song Yaxin said that if I am counted in Latin America, I can already be ranked among the top 20 richest people here, or on the premise of counting some of the big drug lords who were not included in the list of Fujibee magazines.

I can, really.

"William!?"

Walking to the closed door, Estéphine knocked on the door and called Shakira's father's name in Spanish.

Also Is it called William? Hehe......

Song Ya thought to herself.

There was a fierce machine gun inside, oh no, the sound of a Spanish quarrel, and a man scolded and cursed suddenly......

"Alas! Mike! ”

He was now much more sensitive to the sound of the gun, and as soon as he heard the familiar 'click' sound, he knew that someone was pulling the bolt inside, and immediately turned around and slipped away, and called Old Mike.

"Ahh

It's a pity that he didn't pay attention to the steps, the crutches were empty, the whole person lost his balance, and his legs directly split with a horse, and he let out a frenzied wail in pain.

'Bang! ’

The door opened, and a middle-aged white man with a short-barreled shotgun burst out, followed by several Latin men, armed with the kind of silver carved decoration of the kind that South Americans liked, with various shapes and shapes.

Song Ya didn't dare to call for an instant, sat on the ground and looked at each other pitifully, showing a flattering smile, "Hehe......"

Fortunately, the ground is not dirty.

"William, don't do this!" Estéphine continued to croak in Spanish to the man.

Song Ya can probably understand a little bit, as if talking about 'daughter...... granddaughter, lost father' or something like that.

Shakira's father glared at him, and the other gun-stealing men stood with hippie smiles on their faces.

"Hello, William. Belch...... Father? ”

Forced by the situation, there is no shame.

Fortunately, Old Mac and his bodyguards stood in front, Old Mac squinted and confronted Shakira's father, and Song Ya instantly felt much more relieved.

Another group of Latin women rushed out, of all ages, and a few of them looked a little like Shakira, and they were quite good-looking......

Well? Where do you want to go? Song Ya shook his head and stood up with the help of Old Mike.

Estéphen and the others continued to speak Spanish, and everyone was talking, pointing at themselves and arguing to death.

"Go in, go in first, put your guns away! William. Estéphine seemed to be done, and he drove the whole family through the door, "Come in too, APLUS." ”

"Isn't Shakira an only child?"

Hehe, why do you want to kill your granddaughter and her own father? Song Ya touched the inner thigh and followed Estéphine with palpitations.

"Eight half-sisters, five brothers-in-law, and his father, a Lebanese immigrant, was able to run a jewelry store in ruined Colombia for so many years, you think...... There is a bit of power in the local area. ”

Estéphine replied.

Don't say it sooner!? You want to give me back, right? Song Ya didn't dare to attack, and kept accounts for the time being, but for now he still had to be obediently protected by him.

Men and women talking, grabbing guns, arguing, children running around, good to end a mansion, but Song Ya seems to be back in a trance to the slum house that has just crossed over, of course, this is a kind of Latin family chaos, no one comes to talk to him seriously about things.

Her father's gun had also been dropped by the woman who looked like her mother, and she was sulking at the dinner table, and the two of them were gesturing at herself, and continued to argue very quickly.

"FOLLOW ME, APLUS."

Estéphine took Song Ya, who kept smiling and nodding to greet people, to the second floor and opened a door.

"Shakira Shakira ......"

Song Ya finally saw the Latin girl, who was holding the guitar and plucking the strings in front of the window, and when she saw herself, she cried, but immediately turned her face away.

The face is fleshy, and the others are fine, but what's going on with being more like his ex-wife?

"Why didn't you tell me?" Song Ya jumped into the door on crutches nimbly, sat down next to her and asked.

"You don't answer the phone, you don't see Estéphine!" She cried, "How can I tell you!? ”

"Didn't I come, look at me, I can't move freely yet." Song Ya showed her crutches and coaxed her.

"Can't even make a phone call? You can go to court or go to Tokyo ......."

"Okay, okay, my fault, I don't know, you know I was shot six times, I was in a coma for five months, I woke up and still couldn't be safe, some people wanted me to die...... Besides, I didn't know we had children. ”

Song Ya hugged her pityingly, "Linda has been hiding from me, she doesn't like me and white children, especially during the period when I was in a coma after I was shot, you know, a lot of people are staring at my legacy. ”

"Humph!" She broke free.

"Wow......" There was a cry from a small crib, apparently woken up.

"How old are you?" Song Ya looked over, that's right, black is not black and yellow, not yellow and white, it should be his own species.

"It's been almost a month." Shakira replied, got up and took the child into her arms, skillfully coaxing her so that she didn't cry.

"Hey......

Song Ya did the math, at the end of last year, Shakira stayed in Highland Park with her, and her own child didn't run away, and Estéphine also said that she had done a paternity test, "Can I hug me?" ”

"Hmm."

Song Ya took it from her...... The second daughter should be, the more I look at it, the more I like it, "Did you choose a name?" ”

"Arianne, Arlene." She replied.