Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

  Chapter 4 004 Learning God Gathering Place

  At first knowing about Meng Fu, Jiang's father and Jiang's mother were quite excited.

  But later, Meng Fu’s every move disappointed the two of them so much that they both tacitly did not announce that Meng Fu was the Jiang’s business.

  However, people in the circle know a little bit more or less. After Meng Fu entered the entertainment industry, some of the things that were picked up by black fans could not be taken care of. He dropped out of high school and finally couldn't read decent English.

   is just an empty vase.

  Mrs. Tong knows this matter naturally.

  T city nobles who don’t know Jiang Xinran, the eldest lady of the Jiang family, gentle and polite, versatile, and good-looking. She followed Yu's family since she was a child, and has good calligraphy and painting.

  The temperament nurtured in the scholarly family is unique.

Mrs.   Tong has always been very satisfied with Jiang Xinran, as if she had already treated her as a daughter-in-law, who would have killed Cheng Yaojin halfway through.

Mrs.   Tong was half-dead, she would not let her son marry such a thing because she was killed, and she and Yu Zhenling also had a close mind.

  So much so that Meng Fu returned to Jiang’s house for two years and never saw the Tong family members once.

   "Isn't there a closed training today, why are you back now?" Seeing Madam Tong's head down, she obviously didn't want to take a look at Meng Fu. Yu Zhenling didn't introduce Madam Tong to Meng Fu.

  I was also afraid that she introduced Mrs. Tong to Meng Fu, and Meng Fu would have other thoughts.

  She knew in her heart that, just like Meng Fu, Madam Tong would never allow her to enter.

   "Come back and get something." Meng Fu closed his coat and nodded slightly towards Yu Zhenling.

  Polite and alienated.

  I went straight upstairs after finishing talking, didn't look much, and didn't ask much.

  Yu Zhenling saw that Meng Fu didn't say much, she couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and got up to send Mrs. Tong away.

   "I heard that Er Yu will also go to the capital this time?" Yu Zhenling sent Mrs. Tong to the door.

  The "Er Yu" in her mouth is the young master of Tong's family, Tong Eryu.

  Speaking of her son, Mrs. Tong’s eyes were rarely softened a bit, “He, he started a business with a group of people and fooled around for a day, so he can take him to the capital.”

  Yu Zhenling knows that Mrs. Tong’s family is a big family in the capital, and she married at the same time.

  The family’s connection of Tong Eryu's to the capital must be a good idea for training. Tong Eryu's future development should not be underestimated.

After Yu Zhenling watched Mrs. Tong’s car move away, she thought for a while, and then she dialed Jiang’s father’s cell phone: “Find a time to talk to the old man about Tong’s family, and Meng Fu, let her talk about it again. Back to school, what is going on like this?"

  **

  Upstairs, Meng Fu packed a few pieces of clothes inside, which were brought by the female reporter from her rental house.

  There is a black suitcase in the cloakroom, but apparently it has not been used for a long time, and there is a layer of dust on it.

  Meng Fu took it out and put some of her clothes in.

   Then stood at the gate and looked at the room where the female reporter lived before, took out a key and put it on the table, closed the door, and went straight out.

  Downstairs, Yu Zhenling was sitting on the sofa drinking tea. Seeing Meng Fu came down, she put down her teacup and said, "Is there time next week? Go to the hospital to see your grandpa when you have time. He is thinking of you every day."

  Hearing this sentence, Meng Fu paused. She had been following the female reporter for a month, but had never seen her go to the hospital.

She raised her head and glanced at Yu Zhenling. Yu Zhenling had already picked up a call, "Xin Ran? Well, since your uncle picks you up, you can follow Yuzhai... You, mom knows. Well, listen well. Words of your uncle and aunt."

  After a call, it is already ten minutes later.

  The butler smiled and changed Yu Zhenling to see a pot of hot tea, and said with a smile: "It's the young lady, did the uncle take it home again?"

  The uncle he was talking about was Yu Zhenling’s natal family.

Yu's family is a scholarly family. Yu Zhenling's father was the principal of T University before. Her brother Yu Yong is a well-known painter. He is highly respected in the art world. Jiang Xinran learned painting from Yu Zhenling's brother since he was a child, and has achieved considerable success now. , Treats her better than his own son.

  Later, it was found out that Jiang Xinran was not the eldest of the Jiang family. Although Yu Yong was disappointed, he was not unfamiliar with Jiang Xinran.

   "Yes, they both fell in love," Yu Zhenling smiled and drank a cup of tea. Then she remembered that Meng Fu was still waiting for her. She looked at the hall and said, "Ms. Meng, is she gone?"

  The servant replied respectfully, "Miss Meng left ten minutes ago."

Yu Zhenling put aside her smile. She looked at the housekeeper and pursed her lips. "She left without saying a word. What do you think she is? She wants to enter the entertainment industry. The father let her in, and said that she would come out in high school. Independent, sensible, polite, and a good boy. If you look at the whole city of T, which good boy is like her?"

  Obviously, there will be no troubles, elm bumps, and a sense of the market. After two years of training, it has not been good. In the past two years, I have not heard a "mother".

  At the beginning, Yu Zhenling also planned to train a second "Jiang Xinran", but now she is too lazy to discipline.

  **

  Here, Meng Fu went back to her rental house.

  Zhao Fan has never been here. He was surprised to see this rental house, "Where is this?"

   "I rented a house more than two years ago. At that time, I was going to study in No.1 Middle School." Meng Fu raised his hand and lazily flicked the hair that fell to his shoulders.

  Zhao Fan followed in and glanced at her, "Why don't you say you are going to study at Harvard?"

  T City No. 1 Middle School, the top ten schools in North and South. Those who can enter this school are the pride of the sky. There are tens of thousands of college entrance examinations every year. T City Rocket Class is either recommended to A or S, or is admitted to a foreign institution.

   is also a college at last.

  The gathering place for the God of Learning.

  Meng Fu wants to really study in No. 1 Middle School, and he won’t be laughed at by online groups.

   "If you want to say that, then I can go too." Meng Fu held the usual indifferent, picked up the key in the flowerpot and opened the study door.

  She stood in front of the bookshelf, picked and picked on it, chose a few books, and threw them into Zhao Fan's hands: "Put it in my box."

   After finishing speaking, she seemed to think of something again, and walked out the door.

  In the study, Zhao Fan is staring at the bookshelves full of the room.

   Very surprised, Meng Fu doesn't look like a person who can read a book.

  She walked to the nearest bookshelf and looked at the bookshelf. There was something interesting on this bookshelf—

  The closest thing to her is a yellowed book, which looks a bit old, with a ragged cover, and four words similar to "Shenlong Classics" can be seen faintly on it.

   Next to this book, is not the Compendium of Materia Medica, it is a brand new "The Funeral of ***"?

  Further to the side, there is a foreign book. Zhao Fan recognized it as F.

  She took a closer look, and even if the language was extraordinary, she couldn’t hide it—

  The fact that this is a fairy tale book.

  "……"

  Meng Fu is really poisonous.

  Zhao Fan is still thinking about this.

  Suddenly heard two rapid "didi" sounds behind her, she turned around and looked at it, and she couldn't help being surprised: "Meng Fu! You, you, you, you, come here!"

  Meng Fu holding a bottle of beer in his hand, kicked open the half-closed door and came in, "You better have something."

  Zhao Fan didn't say a word, only pointed stiffly at her computer.

  Meng Fu bit open the beer bottle cap, squinted a pair of peach eyes, and looked over.

  On the table, the dusty computer turned on itself at some unknown time, and the gray screen was frantically beating with rows of messy symbols.

  　**

  　　 Thank you every year for providing the name of the big brother’s fan. In the future, Sister Fu’s fans will be "Puffs". Who doesn’t want to make fun, hhhh is really talented.

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  (End of this chapter)