Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

T city.

Jiang's villa.

Early in the morning, the housekeeper instructed the servants to work in the restaurant, "The Wei family will arrive at ten o'clock, so move quickly."

After staring at the servant who finished arranging the ingredients and flowers, he tilted his head and looked in the direction of the stairs, his brows wrinkled invisibly: "Miss Meng hasn't gotten up yet? She has a trial today, right?"

The housekeeper lowered his eyelashes and looked at the time on his wrist. It was already eight o'clock. He went upstairs to wake Meng Fu up.

It was very quiet upstairs, Meng Fu lived in the farthest room on the second floor.

The housekeeper stood by the door, raised his hand and knocked on the door, with a hint of respect in his tone, "Miss Meng, are you awake?"

There was no sound inside.

He knocked on the door and asked again, his expression cold.

"boom--"

The door was smashed with a heavy object from the inside.

The butler's cold and strict eyebrows fluctuated a little. He raised his head in surprise. This Miss Meng, since she was recognized and returned to Jiang's house, although she was a philistine and greedy, she also knew a little sense of proportion and knew how much she weighed. , what's going on today?

**

inside the house.

Meng Fu got up from the bed by pressing her temples. She looked at the phone that had just been thrown out and smashed the door. She ignored the housekeeper who was still talking outside. Go to the bathroom.

She lowered her head, turned on the faucet, and looked at herself in the mirror.

The man in the mirror was wearing silk pajamas with loose belts, and a red mole on his collarbone was like a fire.

Meng Fu blinked, his hazy peach blossom eyes turned to ***, he lifted and restrained, swaying and swaying.

She narrowed her eyes, her long curly eyelashes drooped down, and a light shadow covered the bottom of her eyes. After a long while, she uttered a sentence, "Fortunately, it's still my own body."

Two years ago, her soul was sucked into another world, and her body was occupied by a female reporter. It wasn't until a month ago that Meng Fu's soul returned to the real world, but she could only follow the female reporter who occupied her body with her soul body. around.

Just now, Meng Fu was attracted by a mysterious force and regained his body.

Thinking of this, Meng Fu stretched out his hand and pressed the red mole on his collarbone. He thoughtfully closed his pajamas, and went to the closet to find a set of casual beige sweaters.

The phone she threw to the door seemed to be of good quality, but it rang leisurely at this time.

The caller ID showed the name of "Sister Zhao". Meng Fu's soul had been floating behind the female reporter for almost a month, so she knew that this was her manager Zhao Fan.

When her body was occupied by a female reporter, not long after she entered high school, the female reporter was a liberal arts student who had been working hard in the society for several years and did not understand the science content of high school.

Especially when she was recognized by the Jiang family as soon as she arrived, she left the house rented by Meng Fu in Yizhong, and lived in the Jiang family's villa. She dropped out of school and stepped into the entertainment industry.

The children who finally got into the city were fascinated by the prosperity of the city center and dropped out of school to go to the entertainment industry. Where would the Jiang family want?

But I was really ashamed of this newly recognized daughter, and finally used her relationship to let her enter the entertainment circle.

The female reporter is really not talented. After two years of hard work, she recently entered the "Best Idol" as a trainee. She still entangled the Jiang family to clear up her relationship.

So that the Jiang family was very impatient with her.

Meng Fu put the phone in his pocket and opened the drawer of the dresser, there was a small key in it—

It's the key to her rental house.

Her previous computer, mobile phone, and other things were still in the rental house. The female reporter did not throw away Meng Fu's belongings, but put them all in the rental house as they were.

After Meng Fu packed up, she set off to the "Best Idol" base camp. She refused the pick-up and drop-off of the Jiang family's driver.

There is still a long way to go from the villa to the gate of the community. If it was Jiang Xinran, Butler Jiang would not let her go such a long way, but Meng Fu, Butler Jiang held back his words.

"Miss Meng, be careful all the way." Butler Jiang shook his head until Meng Fu disappeared.

Mrs. and Mrs. were not at home this morning. The servants were so nervous and busy. Jiang Xinran saw something was wrong at a glance when she woke up in the morning. She looked like Meng Fu, ignorant and ignorant, not like the daughter of Mr. and Mrs.

The housekeeper was about to turn around and go back to the house when the horn of a car came from outside.

It was Mrs. Jiang Yu Zhenling who came back.

She was wearing a purple cheongsam with a coat on the outside, and her hair was meticulously rolled up, delicate and rigorous, "Both of the two young ladies went out?"

The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, thinking that Meng Fu had just gone out, and Yu Zhenling should be able to see it when she came back from the door, why didn't it seem like she didn't see it?

As soon as the thought flashed by, the butler retracted his thoughts.

"Miss went out at seven o'clock. She has a monthly exam today. Miss Meng just left," he said again hesitantly, "Miss Meng won't be back for the luncheon at noon..."

Speaking of this, the smile on Yu Zhenling's face instantly disappeared, and she said, "I know."

Although Meng Fu was her biological daughter, she dropped out of high school to enter the entertainment industry, not to mention her education, and she didn't even know the most basic etiquette. Many people in the circle mocked Yu Zhenling secretly.

Yu Zhenling regretted her decision more than once.

Compared with Meng Fu, Jiang Xinran is the eldest young lady carefully cultivated by the Jiang family. She is proficient in all aspects of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. From junior high school to high school, she has participated in various competition speeches and won various awards.

These two are one day at a time.

Until now, the Jiang family has not changed the surnames of Meng Fu and Jiang Xinran. Everyone, including Jiang's father, seems to have forgotten that Meng Fu is the eldest lady of the Jiang family.

**

Meng Fu's rental house.

She took off the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose and put them on her neckline slowly. The rental house was no different from the furnishings before she left. There were two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. It was just that no one lived there for so long, and a layer of dust fell.

Meng Fu's bedroom door was unlocked.

She opened the door and went in. The bedroom was very empty, except for a bed and a table, and there was almost nothing else. She saw her previous mobile phone by the bedside. It was a silver mobile phone with a red circle printed on the back, and it was not too heavy. , it is quite big, bigger than the latest banana 11 that Meng Fu just threw.

Meng Fu didn't worry that the phone would break if it was not used for such a long time. She just reached out and put the phone card of Banana 11 into her previous phone, and found the charger to charge it.

It was useless for two years. When she plugged in the charger, it only took a second for the phone to turn on smoothly and immediately locked on the green charging screen.

Meng Fu tugged at the flowerpot in the hall, and the dusty key was pulled out by her, and she directly opened the door next to the bedroom.

It was her former study.

The door should have been unopened for a long time. The female reporter probably thought that Meng Fu's bedroom was too empty, so she didn't enter the study.

The female author must have never imagined that Meng Fu's bedroom was impoverished, but his study was full.

On the left side of the study room is a row of white bookshelves. The bookshelves are full of books, of various kinds. A tattered small seal script and an F-language original text that has hardly been turned over are placed together. There is a rattan chair by the window. , it looks a little old, and there is a tea set next to the rocking chair.

There was also a set of silver needles beside the tea set, and the needle bag did not have time to close.

There is a pile of notebooks on the desk, the pen holder is full of pens, and the black laptop lid has not been closed.

Meng Fu walked to the table and looked down. In the open notebook, there was still a string of scribbled English that she wrote two years ago—

UNABOMBER.

Half an hour later, Meng Fu opened his silver phone.

The boot speed is very fast, and the unlock password is four special symbols.

The female reporter was unable to unlock Meng Fu's phone at that time, and Meng Fu's phone was not a banana brand, but a second-hand phone, so she was useless and directly asked the Jiang family to buy her the latest banana 11, also re-do a mobile phone card.

As soon as the phone was turned on, countless messages poured in, it was her previous number.

Immediately, the name of "Sister Zhao" appeared on the screen again.

Meng Fu didn't ignore it this time. Although this female reporter occupied her body, she didn't cause her any big trouble, but helped her avoid a lot of trouble.

She glanced at the hall, and threw the key of the study back, and the key fell into the flower pot. If anyone was here, they would definitely see that her key was in the flower pot, which is the same as the place where she just picked it up. Exactly.

Meng Fu raised his red lips, and his slender fingers picked up the sunglasses on his collar, "I'll be there in twenty minutes."

**

Twenty minutes later.

"Best Idol" base.

Zhao Fan anxiously waited by the door, "This bastard, didn't you say you'll be here in twenty minutes?"

She picked up her mobile phone and just wanted to make a call when a taxi stopped in front of her.

A woman got off from the back of the car, wearing white tight trousers and a beige sweater on her upper body. Her complexion was white and her facial features were delicate. The moment she got off the car, the sunlight above her head seemed to dim a lot.

Meng Fu's black fans scolded Meng Fu as a vase and illiterate, but no one dared to call her unattractive.

"Sister Zhao." Meng Fu took off his sunglasses and hooked his lips at Zhao Fan.

Zhao Fan was dazed for a moment, and then she came to a realization. She took Meng Fu's hand and walked in, while hurriedly said: "Have you practiced group songs this week? Have you kept up with the tune? It's time for your assessment. Now, this is related to your grouping this time."

The soul floated with the female reporter for a month. Although Meng Fu had never learned the group song, she had listened to it countless times. She turned the sunglasses in her hand and curled her lips slightly, "It's alright."

Zhao Fan stared at her smile, paused, gritted his teeth and said, "Then... what about the English part?"

The group song of "Best Idol" has a passage in English, and the female reporter's English is not good, especially the pronunciation, which is neither standard nor smooth, stumbling and panpan.

Funny and generous.

Last week, because of Meng Fu's poor performance, he couldn't speak clearly and couldn't keep up with the tone, and was reprimanded by Xi Nancheng, a popular streamer in the entertainment industry, in front of a group of trainees.

As a tutor, Xi Nancheng patiently taught her, but while teaching, she found that Meng Fu didn't speak English anymore, and didn't even know the staff.

Xi Nancheng was so angry that he left the field.

Zhao Fan was very worried.

In this assessment, each person is required to sing and dance group songs individually and be graded by the instructor.

Meng Fu didn't answer Zhao Fan, but just tilted his head and put the sunglasses in Zhao Fan's palm, with cold eyebrows and a somewhat lazy demon, "Wait for me to come out, baby."

Zhao Fan was waiting in the corridor, thinking back to her smile, some couldn't react.

She always felt that this Meng Fu, who worried her, was a little mysterious today.

**

At the assessment office, there is a ten-minute intermission, waiting for the next recording.

The field attendant turned over the paper in his hand, "Class A has the last person left, and then there is class B. I'll go and call Teacher Xi."

Behind is the tutor's lounge, Xi Nancheng drank a glass of warm water, "Who's next?"

The field manager looked at it, "It's Meng Fu."

Xi Nancheng stopped drinking water, then he sat down again, "Let the three teachers record first."

The field manager nodded and went straight out.

"Best Idol" is not a hot topic at this time, and Meng Fu is also a little talked about. Xi Nancheng's agent also knows that Xi Nancheng denounced Meng Fu, and knows that Xi Nancheng does not like Meng Fu. Mention Meng Fu, he I also remembered one thing: "Her image is very suitable for the entertainment industry, what do you think? Is it suitable for signing in our company? I haven't met her yet."

Xi Nancheng lit a cigarette, and said lightly, "I'm not likable, I won't go long."

The agent nodded, put out his thoughts on signing her, and just smiled, "She's not going to test you?"

Xi Nancheng flipped through the list, "If you don't go, it will be a hindrance."

**

In 2020, thank you for being here, Brother Fu will accompany you in the new year.

The heroine this time is a new attempt. Part of the setting refers to the fifth world in Huahua's fast-traveling book, "I was held to the wrong wealthy family daughter". The new article wants to break through the emotional drama. Please collect and ask for support and comments~