Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

  Chapter 72 072 Who else but her?

  Meng Fu is now shooting a magazine.

  Now Meng Fu's resources must be approved by Su Cheng. Meng Fu has become very popular recently, especially after winning the title of "Best Idol", many teams are looking for her to cooperate.

  It is clear that Zhao Fancai is Meng Fu’s agent, but as soon as he receives the notice, Zhao Fan will communicate with Su Cheng first.

  Meng Fu has finished putting on makeup and followed the photographer to the studio. Zhao Fan followed her behind her with her mobile phone and muttered, “It’s going to be open anyway. You give me a face and let me take a photo.”

  Meng Fu hasn’t posted on Weibo for several days.

   "You can't just find an angle?" Meng Fu curled his hair and walked in a windy manner. "Which angle do you think I am not good at?"

   Zhao Fan holding a mobile phone: "..."

  After Meng Fu gave a "tsk", he turned to the photographer beside him: "Brother, do you think I am right?"

  The photographer couldn't help but smile, and his impression of Meng Fu Gao Leng suddenly changed.

  Zhao Fan silently took three pictures with his mobile phone.

   took a look in her hand, Meng Fu was right, she was three hundred and sixty degrees without dead ends.

  After taking the photos, Zhao Fan changed Meng Fu's Weibo account and posted three pictures. There were no pictures. For those puffs, three pictures were enough.

   "Brother Cheng, what happened to the live broadcast she received?" After Zhao Fan posted the picture, he looked at Su Cheng who had been standing at the door.

   asked about the second variety show that Meng Fu is about to accept.

"Wait for Su Di to send you the script, she should like it." There was rain outside today, and the temperature dropped a few degrees. Su Cheng reached out and handed the umbrella and a coat to Zhao Fan, with a cool voice: "After the filming, you guys. Just go back, there is still a week left in the qualifiers, it's not very urgent."

   Zhao Fan took it, remembering that Meng Fu did not wear a jacket when he came today.

  She looked up and watched Su Cheng stretched out her hand to pull up the mask on the other side, and walked out the door unhurriedly. Zhao Fan had never seen Su Cheng even a little angry.

  His name is Meng Fu, and he is always clearly "Meng Fu" every word. He is as warm and cool as he usually speaks, and is completely different from Su Di and those fans.

  Zhao Fan was thinking, and the phone rang.

  This is Meng Fu’s mobile phone. The caller ID on the phone is not signed. Meng Fu is still photographing the magazine. Zhao Fan paid much attention to Meng Fu’s privacy and did not answer it.

  But the callers seemed very irritable, one by one.

  When it came to the third call, Zhao Fan answered.

  She just wanted to speak, telling the reporter that Meng Fu was shooting a magazine, and the other party did not give her a chance to speak: “Miss Meng, I’m Steward Jiang. Madam hopes you will come to the exhibition soon.”

  The voice is serious, with a little coldness, and some inexplicable emotions.

  Zhao Fan immediately understood who this person is.

  Meng Fu's shooting here is very smooth, her eye movements are very good, the photographer couldn't help boasting while shooting, and took a bunch of photos in a row.

  After Meng Fu finished filming, Zhao Fan walked directly to Meng Fu and told her about the Jiang steward.

   "I think Butler Jiang's voice is very anxious and serious," Zhao Fan lowered his voice, "Let's go over there quickly. Would you like to call to ask?"

  Meng Fu doesn't quite understand why these people are looking for themselves.

  She even wondered if Jiang Quan sent her the painting.

  But this does not prevent her from not wanting to see Yu Zhenling, "Don't go, go, find a place to drink."

  Except for Mr. Jiang, no one in Jiang’s family can really move her.

   "Su Di is following us..."

  "Go and fix him." Meng Fu didn't turn his head back, just put on his coat like this.

   Zhao Fan: "..."

  You deserve to be.

   She guessed, is it necessary to have one more person back?

  **

  The lounge of the painting exhibition.

  9:40, Yu Yong and Jiang Xinchen also came.

  Yu Yong, as the vice president of the T City Painting Association, will naturally come to such an important occasion.

  Jiang Xinchen gave his ticket to Meng Fu. Without a ticket, he could only find Yu Yongcun. He also followed to the backstage. After hearing that Jiang Xinran's paintings were gone, Yu Yong's expression also sank, "What's the matter?"

  Jiang steward shook his head: "Miss's painting was stolen."

  Jiang Xinchen looked around, frowning: "How come it was stolen? Have you checked and monitored, who is it?"

  "Who? Besides Meng Fu, who else?" Yu Zhenling slapped the table sharply, staring coldly.

  This answer, Jiang Xinchen paused, "She? She is not and has no reason..."

Yu Zhenling sneered, "No reason? There are many reasons. She hates Xinran, hates her for taking her place, is jealous of her, hates how uncle only teaches Xinran but not her. Also, I have always been with me. Except during the time at Jiang’s house. Besides her, who else could take the paintings away from Jiang’s house?"

  Except for Meng Fu, Yu Zhenling can't think of anyone else who can steal Jiang Xinran's paintings from the Jiang family.

  Unexpectedly, the time is so coincidental, Meng Fu and Tong Eryu just broke off their engagement, and as soon as Tong Jia expressed his favor to Jiang Xinran, Jiang Xinran's painting was stolen?

   still use this stupid way.

  Yu Zhenling knew it was Meng Fu without even thinking about it.

  Time is too coincidental, Jiang Xinchen does not understand, but Yu Zhenling understands the jealousy of women.

   Jiang Xinchen opened his mouth, he turned to look at Jiang Xinran, and wanted to ask her what she thought.

  Jiang Xinran pursed her lips and sat on the side, her face still white. She did not look at Jiang Xinchen, but closed her eyes without saying a word.

  Jiang Xinchen glanced at the lounge, then turned to the staff, "Can outsiders come in this lounge?"

  Hearing Jiang Xinchen’s voice, Jiang Xinran pursed his lips, seeming to smile, not knowing whether it was self-deprecating or what.

  No thoughts could be seen on Yu Yong's face, he just turned to Yu Zhenling: "Meng Fu didn't she come?"

   "No." Steward Jiang frowned, "I called her. Maybe we knew we were looking for her for this, so we didn't come."

   "What's the use now, I have missed the first exhibition." Jiang Xinran said, his face full of mockery.

  Yu Zhenling's heart fluctuates greatly, obviously she is miserable.

  Yu Yong looked at Jiang Xinran, bowed his head directly, and made a call to Mr. Jiang, asking him to notify Meng Fu to come over immediately.

  There was no mention of Meng Fu’s paintings on the phone. He knew that Mr. Jiang had always preferred Meng Fu.

  **

   "I'm looking for you in such a hurry, there must be something urgent, don't drink." Zhao Fan took down the wine bottle in Meng Fu's hand and asked Su Di to drive over.

  Meng Fu didn't take two sips. Zhao Fan kept saying that drinking is bad for her throat. She explained many times that she had medicine, but Zhao Fan didn't believe it.

When Mr. Jiang spoke, Meng Fu did not refuse, and asked Su Di to drive the car to the exhibition.

  It's almost eleven o'clock, there are still many people in the exhibition, and there are many luxury cars parked at the door.

   "Strange, why did you go backstage?" After Zhao Fan entered, he asked someone to ask about the lounge, and weirdly took Meng Fu to the lounge.

  The door of the lounge is ajar.

  Zhao Fan knocked on the door first, pushed the door after getting permission, let Meng Fu go in first, Su Di followed them half a step away, with his hands around his chest, wearing sunglasses, like a door god.

  As soon as I entered, I saw people in half of the house.

  Meng Fu raised his head and raised his eyebrows: "Look for me..."

  She didn't finish a word, Yu Zhenling stood up directly, she walked straight to Meng Fu, looked at her coldly, raised her hand and slapped Meng Fu's face.

  　**

Good night.

  (End of this chapter)