Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

"Have you changed your mind?" Mr. Jiang sat up straight.

"That's not true." Meng Fu leaned back, and she remembered that Mr. Jiang and Jiang Quan had always wanted her to worship Yu Yong as their teacher.

Go learn to draw.

She thought for a while, bowed her head, and replied to President Yan——

【Senior brother, why did you send me something again? 】

President Yan: [Some gadgets, it’s okay, this thing is just a number to your brother. 】

Meng Fu looked at President Yan's words, fell into deep thought, and then sighed.

Her senior brother is really too respectable.

Jiang Yu was driving the car. He sent Zhao Fan to her residence before driving to Jiang's house.

Mr. Jiang wanted to invite Zhao Fan to Jiang's house for dinner. When Zhao Fan heard about Jiang's house, he had a headache, especially when he saw Jiang Xinran. He didn't want to go, so he asked Jiang Yu to send her home.

Su Di parted ways with them at the airport, and he went back to Meng Fu's rental house to continue making pastries.

On the other end of the phone, Chairman Yan didn't care about the gift He Xiyuan gave him.

There is only a junior sister like Meng Fu in the whole division, who will He Xiyuan not give these things to her?

"President, when will your class start?" Someone knocked on President Yan's door outside the door.

President Yan put down his phone and thought for a while, "It's tentatively scheduled for 8:00 pm, just when the spots for the rematch will come out."

During this time, Meng Fu practiced his strokes every day.

Her painting skills are getting better and better.

President Yan originally thought that his great apprentice He Xiyuan was extremely rare, but Meng Fu was not bad either, his temper was all to his liking, and the most important thing was that he was a female apprentice.

As soon as he was happy, he began to prepare to give lectures to the T City Painting Association.

It is extremely rare for high-level executives of the Beijing Association to take classes in the Beijing Association, let alone in the branch of the T City Painting Association. Chairman Yan's class.

**

Half an hour later, the car arrived at Jiang's house.

Mr. Jiang discussed the time with Su Cheng before. He originally wanted to hold a banquet for Meng Fu throughout Sunday, and it happened that Meng Fu also had a variety show at that time.

He just didn't expect that Meng Fu would disagree.

Mr. Jiang was a little depressed.

In the Jiang family, Jiang Quan is not here. Jiang Quan has been very busy with the recent financing of the Jiang family, and only Yu Zhenling is at home.

Seeing Mr. Jiang and Meng Fu coming back from outside, Yu Zhenling was taken aback for a moment, then got up, very cautiously: "Dad."

After finishing speaking, he turned to Meng Fu again, a little embarrassed, "Fu'er, why are you back today?"

"The banquet is not going to be held for the time being. I will invite Ms. Yang to have dinner at home tonight. She finally agreed to come over." Mr. Jiang answered for Meng Fu, and he turned to Yu Zhenling, "Please inform Xinran that the past two years , She hasn't been back to see her mother, let her come back today."

When Mr. Jiang said the first half of the sentence, Yu Zhenling was still wondering who Ms. Yang was.

After hearing the second half of the sentence, Yu Zhenling realized——

He was talking about Yang Hua.

Jiang Xinran's biological mother.

Hearing this, Yu Zhenling forgot about Meng Fu's matter, feeling a little annoyed, she answered absently.

She has always been against Yang Hua, after all, she is Jiang Xinran's biological mother.

I don't know if Jiang Xinran will favor Yang Hua after Yang Hua appears.

After learning about Yang Hua, Mr. Jiang Quanjiang and Yu Zhenling both went to Wanmin Village. The place was full of dirt roads and there was nothing in the village. If they wanted to buy a bottle of water, they had to drive to the town.

In the past two years, she has been avoiding Jiang Xinran from meeting Yang Hua, following her plan, Jiang Xinran did not mention Yang Hua, nor did she go back to Wanmin Village.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Jiang would take Yang Hua over today.

Yu Zhenling grabbed the bag subconsciously, brushed her hair aside subconsciously, and pursed her lips, "Dad, then I'll go find my brother and the others."

Yu Zhenling was about to leave, but Mr. Jiang didn't say anything.

He just told Jiang Yu, "Set up the house well, I will draw up the menu, and I will inform Jiang Quan and the members of the board of directors to come to the house for dinner in the evening."

"Okay, old man." Jiang Yu smiled.

He has been following Jiang Quan, and probably knows why the old man is so serious.

Ever since the matter of Meng Fu and Jiang Xinran's quarrel was found out, Mr. Jiang wanted to invite Yang Hua to T City, but Yang Hua, just like growing up in Wanmin Village, refused to come.

At that time, Meng Fu didn't want to go back, so he remained in a stalemate.

After more than two years, Yang Hua finally agreed to come to T City. She has raised Meng Fu for so many years, and the Jiang family is naturally very grateful to her.

**

at home.

When Yu Zhenling arrived, Yu Yong was not there. She called and found out that Yu Yong was in the Painting Association.

She hurried to the painting association again.

As the vice president of the painting association, Yu Yong is in the office at this time, busy with the speech at night.

"Why are you looking for me?" Yu Yong put down the things in his hands and let her in.

"Are you busy today?" Yu Zhenling didn't answer, she just glanced outside, surprised: "I just met a lot of high-level people on the road, and there are many cars parked at the door."

As Yu Yong's younger sister, Yu Zhenling often came to the painting association and knew many senior figures of the painting association.

In the past, the threshold for the Painting Association was high, and only student members came in.

It was the first time she saw the painting association so lively.

"Well, the president should have a speech today." Yu Yong also just got the news. "A lot of people came back today, and the other two vice presidents who went to other places also came back in time for their trip."

"President's speech?" Yu Zhenling was stunned, "Is it President Yan?"

Her talent in traditional Chinese painting is not as good as that of Jiang Xinran. Although she didn't join the painting association, she is also a member of the art circle. She is very familiar with the painting association, so she naturally knows that President Yan is a senior member of the Beijing Painting Association.

The Beijing Painting Association is also a dominant presence in the capital.

The hope of the Yu family all their lives is that someone can be admitted to the Beijing Painting Association, not to mention that the Yu family can move to the capital in the future, even if they are assigned to T City, at least they will be the vice president just like Yu Yong.

"It's him, don't talk about T City today, even the Beijing Painting Association was shocked." Yu Yong corrected his expression.

President Yan, he is one of the three giants in the Beijing Painting Association. Yu Yong has stayed in the Beijing Painting Association. Others don't know, but he knows President Yan's position in the entire Beijing circle.

Especially President Yan has an apprentice that almost no one else dares to mention...

However, Yu Yong naturally didn't reach this circle, and he didn't know who President Yan's incredible apprentice was.

Chairman Yan is a master of traditional Chinese painting, but he has an eccentric personality, is not short of money, never gives classes, and only produces one painting a year, most of which are donated to the library of the Beijing Painting Association, and a small part goes to the auction house, the highest A picture of Jiangshan was photographed at a price of 70 million.

This price alone is beyond the reach of the entire painting association.

Apprentices who want to worship him as a teacher can be placed in the Federation from the capital, even Yu Yong is no exception. Unfortunately, let alone accepting apprentices, President Yan doesn't even want to attend a class.

Right now, he is actually willing to hold classes in T city, and it is just a small occasion. He will not know what a collection of literary giants is until the evening.

Having said that, Yu Yong continued to look at Yu Zhenling, thinking about the business: "Why are you looking for me in such a hurry?"

Yu Zhenling was still thinking about Chairman Yan.

Hearing this, he frowned slightly: "The old man brought the family from Wanmin Village over today, and he is going to have a meal at Jiang's tonight. I'm here to ask you to go to Jiang's for dinner."

Seeing that Yu Yong didn't remember it, Yu Zhenling reminded, "Just Meng Fu's adoptive mother, Yang Hua."

"They?" Yu Yong was surprised, "Why did you take it over today? Didn't the old man say to hold a meeting on weekends?"

"Meng Fu has something to do on the weekend and wants to go out to film." Yu Zhenling was reluctant to bring up the matter of Meng Fu.

"Just Yang Hua? Did the old man invite anyone else?" Yu Yong corrected his expression.

Before Yu Zhenling came, she also asked a few questions. Hearing this, she shook her head: "He said it was a family banquet, Yang Hua, and a cousin of Meng Fu, the orphan."

Recently, Yu Yong also wanted to repair the relationship with Meng Fu.

If it is a normal day, Yu Yong will go as well.

But today...

The old man hasn't invited people from other families, but Yang Hua and that cousin, orphans and widows.

not worth.

"The president finally came here," Yu Yong shook his head, "I won't go, I will visit tomorrow, by the way, you should tell Xinran about this, she must not go back at night, I Find a way to get her to meet Chairman Yan."

Yu Yong never expected that Chairman Yan would accept Jiang Xinran as his apprentice, but if he could get a suggestion from Chairman Yan, it would be Jiang Xinran's good luck.

Yu Zhenling touched the phone, pursed her lips, "Alright then, let me talk to Xinran."

In No. 1 Middle School, Jiang Xinran was still in class.

When Yu Zhenling called her, she didn't pick up the phone. It was during the lunch break that she went out with her mobile phone and called Yu Zhenling back, "Mom?"

Yu Zhenling didn't hide anything, and told the whole thing from beginning to end.

"And your cousin, it's up to you whether you want to come back or not." Yu Zhenling said slowly.

After listening, Jiang Xinran paused while holding the phone. From the moment she knew that she was not Yu Zhenling's biological daughter, Jiang Xinran was afraid that one day, her identity as the young lady of the Jiang family would be revealed.

Fortunately, with Yu Zhenling and Yu's family around, this matter has never been exposed.

She has been pampered and pampered for so many years, and she really can't accept it. Her biological mother is illiterate and a rural woman.

It is even more unimaginable that one day her identity is exposed, what kind of eyes the surrounding students will look at her.

Where Yu Zhenling couldn't see, Jiang Xinran's nails almost pierced her palm.

Her eyelashes drooped, her expression was heavy, but her voice was as gentle as ever, "Mom, President Yan's class is very rare..."

"Then you go with your uncle, and I'll talk to your grandpa." Yu Zhenling also breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, and her voice became slower when she said this, "Don't worry, your grandpa won't blame you."

**

Five p.m.

The car that Mr. Jiang sent to pick up Yang Hua had already arrived in T city.

In the car, the driver saw that there was a traffic jam in front of the city center, and he couldn't help comforting the two people in the back seat. His tone was very respectful: "Ms. Yang, I don't know why there is a traffic jam ahead, don't worry."

In the back seat, Yang Hua was a little uncomfortable with this car, she brushed her hair involuntarily, "Okay."

Beside her, Meng Xun pushed down his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and continued to look down at the book in his hand.

Because of the traffic jam, the car was delayed until 5:30, and the car slowly drove to the gate of Jiang's house.

The gate of the Jiang family is still brilliant, with an overwhelming aura of nobility.

This gate, Yang Hua looked a bit cautious, but Meng Xun, she just reached out to close the book in her hand, looked up at the gate, not showing the slightest restraint.

The driver looked away and quickly opened the door.

Inside the house, the old man had already received the news and greeted him outside the door, "Ms. Yang, you are here. This is Ah Xun, come in quickly."

He was holding a cane in his hand and had a red face.

Especially to Meng Xun, very kind.

The old man didn't miss a single minute of Meng Fu's show. Naturally, he knew that there were half a wall of Meng Xun with as many certificates, and the Meng Fuchao chat area of ​​Weibo still had screenshots of the wall full of certificates.

Aiwujiwu, the old man knew that Meng Fu was very kind to this cousin, so naturally, he was also very kind to Meng Xun.

"Thank you." Yang Hua followed Mr. Jiang in. Even though Mr. Jiang was enthusiastic, she still seemed very reserved.

She is wearing a black thin padded jacket today. This padded jacket is also made by herself. There is no brand and the fabric is a little rough, but the style looks very good.

It wasn't until she saw Meng Fu lying on the sofa that Yang Hua's restraint relaxed a lot, and she started chatting with the old man.

Mr. Jiang had only seen Yang Hua in Wanmin Village before, but Yang Hua was quite indifferent at that time, only feeding the ducks and not talking. Later, they were invited away by the village chief.

Today I chatted with Yang Hua for a few words, he unexpectedly found that no matter what he said, Yang Hua could chat for a few words.

When checking the information of the Meng family, Mr. Jiang naturally found out that only Yang Hua and Meng Xun were left in the Meng family. Yang Hua is a village woman from Wanmin Village. The information is not particularly unusual.

"Sister." Meng Xun took a book and sat beside Meng Fu.

Meng Fu glanced, it was the origin of mathematics, she looked at Meng Xun, got up calmly, "Come up with me."

Downstairs, Mr. Jiang and Yang Hua were still chatting.

upstairs.

In Meng Fu's room, Meng Xun put down the book, looked at Meng Fu worriedly, noticed that her face was fine, and was slightly relieved: "How much incense have you made recently?"

"It's okay." Meng Fu leaned on the table.

Meng Fu had his own ideas, so Meng Xun didn't ask any further questions, remembering the question Meng Fu had sent her, "Have you gone to school?"

Meng Fu nodded without saying a word.

Meng Xun: "...to take the college entrance examination next year?"

"Otherwise?" Meng Fu glanced at her. She took the college entrance examination for her fans to watch.

Meng Xun was a little bit broken. In her impression, Meng Fu would not take the college entrance examination: "...I have to think about how to keep the second place."

"Well," Meng Fu held the phone and remembered something, "Speaking of which, I found a master."

"Master?" Meng Xun raised his head.

Meng Fu knocked on his phone and smiled: "He's from the Art Association...he's a nice guy, and he has a senior brother who's even better."

As she spoke, the phone rang.

It's President Yan.

"Are you coming to attend a class at night?" President Yan sat in front of the computer, "By the way, take away your senior brother's things."

"A class?" Meng Fu stood up straight, "What class?"

Chairman Yan was very patient with Meng Fu: "I'm going to talk about two points for the painting association's class, starting at eight o'clock."

"Teacher, my mother is here today, and my grandfather is also here." Meng Fu looked downstairs, "The situation is a bit complicated. I can't go to your class. How about this? I'll go find you after dinner and wait in your office." Let's go, okay?"

On the other end of the phone, Chairman Yan stood up.

He took Meng Fu as his apprentice, and the situation was calm, so far only He Xiyuan knew about it.

If in the past, he asked Meng Fu to come, she would definitely come. Meng Fu, an apprentice, is much more obedient than He Xiyuan.

Hearing Meng Fu's words now, Chairman Yan narrowed his eyes, and he said slowly: "Where is your home?"

Meng Fu was taken aback, she stood up straight, and straightened her expression, "Teacher, this is against the rules."

Meng Fu knew that Mr. Jiang was always worried about her, and he once told Jiang Quan to ask her to worship Yu Yong as his teacher.

But Yu Yong never agreed.

At the airport in the morning, Meng Fu planned to take Mr. Jiang to visit President Yan sometime.

I didn't expect President Yan to come to her.

"There is nothing against the rules. He is your grandfather. It stands to reason that he is also a generation higher than me." For the first time, Chairman Yan felt that he was so shameless. "My class will be organized by my assistant. Tomorrow I'll make up another two hours, and I promised you that I won't hold the banquet for the time being."

After President Yan finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

Meng Fu wasn't sure if he was angry, so he opened WeChat and told Su Cheng about it.

Meng Fu: [What should I do? 】

Su Cheng: [Take grandpa to pick up President Yan. 】

Meng Fu let out an "ah" and looked at the phone, not knowing what to say.

Just Mr. Jiang's broken heart.

"Sister?" Meng Xun, who was reading, turned around.

"It's okay." Meng Fu raised his hand towards Meng Xun, "You continue to read, I'll go down and pick someone up with Grandpa."

Meng Fu opened the door and left the room for Meng Xun to read, and she went downstairs directly.

Downstairs, Mr. Jiang and Yang Hua had a happy chat.

Meng Fu raised his hand, "Grandpa, are you going to pick someone up with me?"

Mr. Jiang was taken aback for a moment, and he immediately got up: "Who?"

"My teacher." Meng Fu lowered his head and sent a WeChat message to President Yan.

Mr. Jiang thought, it should be the teacher of Meng Fu's school. He originally wanted to invite Meng Fu's class teacher. As soon as Meng Fu said that, he straightened his expression, "Let's go."

half an hour later.

The back door of the Painting Association.

Mr. Jiang turned his head and looked at Meng Fu: "Don't tell me... your master is here?"