Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

When they first heard about Meng Fu, Jiang's father and 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 matter of Miss Jiang's family.

However, people in the circle more or less know one thing. Meng Fu entered the entertainment circle, and some things that were picked up by black fans could not be contained. He dropped out of high school and finally could not read a decent English sentence well.

That is, an empty vase.

Mrs. Tong is naturally aware of this.

Who does not know that Jiang Xinran, the eldest lady of the Jiang family, is gentle and polite, versatile, and has good looks. She has followed her family since she was a child, and is good at writing and painting.

The temperament cultivated in the scholarly family is unique.

Mrs. Tong has always been very satisfied with Jiang Xinran, as if she has been treated as a daughter-in-law, who knows that Cheng Yaojin will be killed halfway.

Mrs. Tong was half dead. Even if she was killed, she would not let her son marry such a thing. She and Yu Zhenling also had a heart-to-heart.

As a result, Meng Fu returned to Jiang's house for two years and never saw the Tong family once.

"I didn't have closed training today, why are you back now?" Seeing Madam Tong bowing her head, she obviously didn't want to take another look at Meng Fu, so Yu Zhenling didn't introduce Madam Tong to Meng Fu.

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

She knew in her heart that with Meng Fu's appearance, Mrs. Tong would never allow her to enter the door.

"Come back and get something." Meng Fu gathered up his jacket and nodded slightly towards Yu Zhenling.

Polite and distant.

After speaking, I went upstairs directly, without looking or asking.

Seeing that Meng Fu didn't say a word, Yu Zhenling breathed a sigh of relief and got up to see Madam Tong leave.

"I heard that Er Yu is going to the capital together this time?" Yu Zhenling escorted Madam Tong outside the door.

The "Eryu" in her mouth is the young master of the Tong family, Tong Eryu.

Speaking of her son, Mrs. Tong's eyes softened a little, "He, he started a business with a group of people and fooled around for a day, so his lawyer can take him to the capital."

Yu Zhenling knew that Mrs. Tong's family was a big family in the capital, and she married low back then.

The family took Tong Eryu to the capital, and it must have been a good idea to cultivate. Tong Eryu's future development should not be underestimated.

After Yu Zhenling watched Madam Tong's car move away, she thought for a while before dialing Jiang's father's cell phone: "Find some time to have a good chat with the old man about the Tong family, and Meng Fu, let her reconnect with her. Back to school, what's the matter?"

**

Upstairs, Meng Fu packed some clothes inside, which the female reporter brought from her rental house.

There was also a black suitcase in the cloakroom, but apparently it had not been used for a long time, and there was a layer of ash on it.

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

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

Downstairs, Yu Zhenling was sitting on the sofa drinking tea. When she saw Meng Fu coming down, she put down the tea cup, "Do you have time next week? Go to the hospital to see your grandfather when you have time. He misses you every day."

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

She raised her head and glanced at Yu Zhenling, who had already picked up a phone call, "Xin Ran? Alright, since uncle picks you up, you can go back to Yu's house... You, mom knows. Well, it sounds good. What your aunt and uncle say."

It's been ten minutes since the call ended.

The housekeeper smiled and put on a pot of hot tea for Yu Zhenling, and said with a smile, "It's the young lady, and the uncle has taken you 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 used to be the principal of T University, and her elder brother Yu Yong is a well-known painter who is highly respected in the art world. Jiang Xinran followed Yu Zhenling's elder brother to learn painting since she was a child, and now she has achieved a lot. , treat her better than her own son.

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

"Yeah, the two of them hit it off," Yu Zhenling smiled and finished drinking a cup of tea, then remembered that Meng Fu was still waiting for her, she looked at the hall: "Miss Meng, she's gone?"

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

Yu Zhenling put away 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 old man let her in, and said she came out of high school. Independent, sensible and polite, he is a good boy, you look at the whole T city, which good boy is like her?"

Obviously there will be no trouble, the elm is lumpy, and he has a market atmosphere. After two years of training, he has not been able to get better, and he has not heard a "mom" in the past two years.

At first, Yu Zhenling planned to cultivate a second "Jiang Xinran", but now she is too lazy to discipline her.

**

Here, Meng Fu went back to her rental house again.

Zhao Fan had never been here before, and was very surprised to see this rental house, "Where is this?"

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

Zhao Fan followed and glanced at her, "Why didn't you say you were going to study at Harvard?"

T City No. 1 Middle School, the top ten schools in the north and the south, is the best person to enter this school. Every year there are thousands of college students. The Rocket Class in T City is not recommended for A University or S University, or it is admitted to a foreign institution.

The last time is a school.

The gathering place of the gods.

If Meng Fu really studied in No. 1 Middle School, he would not be ridiculed by online groups.

"If you want to say that, then I can go too." Meng Fu maintained his usual indifference, picked up the key in the flower pot, and opened the door of the study.

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

After speaking, she seemed to remember something again, and turned around and went out the door.

In the study, Zhao Fan was staring at the bookshelves in the room.

Surprised, Meng Fu didn't look like someone who could read.

She went to the nearest row of bookshelves to look at it, and there was something interesting on this bookshelf too—

The closest book to her is a yellowed book, which looks a little old, with a tattered cover, and four words similar to "Dragon Books" can be vaguely seen on it.

Next to this book, instead of the Compendium of Materia Medica, it turned out to be a brand-new "Funeral of ***"?

Further to the side, there was a foreign language book, which Zhao Fan recognized as the F text.

She took a closer look, no matter how extraordinary the language was, it couldn't cover up—

It's a fact of being a fairy tale read.

"..."

Meng Fu was indeed poisonous.

Zhao Fan was still thinking about this.

Suddenly there were two rapid "didi" sounds behind her. She turned around and looked, and couldn't help being shocked: "Meng Fu! You, you, you, come here!"

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

Zhao Fan didn't speak, just pointed stiffly at her computer.

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

On the table, the dusty computer started up at some point, and the gray screen was frantically beating with a mess of symbols.

**

Thank you for providing the fan name of the big brother every year. In the future, Sister Fu's fans will be "puffs". I wonder who doesn't want to be bubbled, hhhh is really talented.

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