Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

Meng Fu's brain, who had always broken his legs at netizens, exploded, and instantly went blank.

Her other hand, which was not holding a mobile phone, was squeezed between Su Cheng's fingertips. Meng Fu's palm was delicate and soft because he hadn't done anything in the past two years, but Su Cheng's palm had calluses, and there were slight bruises between his fingers. gun cocoon.

His left hand was still tightly clasped around her waist, his right hand was inserted between her fingers, and he pressed her fingers against the back of the chair, his whole body was filled with a domineering smell.

The narrow and cramped space in the car was scorching hot and ambiguous because the air conditioner was on.

Meng Fu moved his hand, but was pressed even tighter by him. Su Cheng tilted his head slightly, with the tip of his nose against her face, and kissed her lips tenderly. Hili's eyes, which were usually cold, now seemed to be filled with tears. In case of a fire, it will feel hot even in the dark car, which cannot be ignored.

Both of them were inexperienced, but Su Cheng instinctively and slightly bit her lip, and could feel the hand pressed by him on the back of the chair tremble slightly.

An overwhelming scorching breath swept over.

In the dark parking lot, in the dark driver's seat, Meng Fu's cell phone was placed in the tiny crack between the two of them, lighting up one after another.

It was Yang Lai's WeChat message to her.

Ask if her agent is here.

Su Cheng stopped for a while, kissed the corner of her mouth again, and moved his lips up slowly, watching the other party's eyes that were always careless and frivolous were covered with a layer of mist, his eyes were dimmed, but he held back , only restrained kissing her eyes.

The tip of her nose was still pressed against her face, her voice became slightly hoarse: "It's uncle."

This was a voice that Meng Fu could not resist.

He pressed against Meng Fu's face and calmed down slowly, but his fingers still squeezed into her fingertips forcefully, motionless.

The other hand clasped her waist and touched her hand holding the mobile phone, led her to pick up the mobile phone, put her lips against her ear, smiled slightly, low and slow: "He seems to be It's urgent, I sent a lot of messages."

He held Meng Fu's hand, lowered his head, and the phone automatically unlocked to the WeChat page. Yang Lai sent more than a dozen WeChat messages in a row. She had just recovered, "Ah, he asked me where I was."

She clicked on the emoticon pack, found a suitable emoticon pack and replied.

Yang Lai thought for a while, and asked someone for a "received" emoticon pack, and sent it back to Meng Fu.

She raised her head and met Su Cheng's still burning gaze, "No, you..."

"Since you don't sell yourself," Su Cheng lowered his eyebrows and looked directly at her. His voice was low and hoarse, and with a chuckle, the man whispered in her ear: "Then I'll sell it to you, do you want it?" ?”

Meng Fu was still hugged by him, and some of his not sober mind actually thought about it seriously, "Maybe...can't afford it."

Su Cheng found her lips again in the dimly lit car, with a hoarse and vague voice: "If you can afford it, pay it back."

Meng Fu's gentle and elegant demeanor was almost deeply ingrained in him, but now he was a little shaken.

**

at the same time.

Yang family.

Yang Lai, who finally received Meng Fu's reply, heaved a sigh of relief. He looked at Yang Hua who was talking to Mrs. Yang, and couldn't help but pause.

Yang Hua didn't worry about not being able to contact Meng Fu for so long?

The last time in the hospital, Meng Fu was in a coma. Mrs. Yang described Yang Hua's miserable appearance and Yang Lai remembered it. Why did it change now?

Yang Lai withdrew his gaze and looked at Steward Yang: "President Li and the others have already left?"

When he came back, the cars and people at the door had disappeared.

Butler Yang seemed to have come to his senses, he looked at Yang Lai, paused, Jiang Xinchen's incident almost reached his throat, and he stopped, "Well, Dean Li didn't stay for dinner, he just finished talking to the young master. gone."

Yang Lai nodded, he was not surprised by this.

According to the protection of those people, it is impossible for Dean Li to eat outside at will.

After Yang Butler finished talking to Yang Lai, he returned to his room. It was getting late at this time, Yang Lai and the others only thought that Butler Yang went back to rest, and didn't say a word.

Butler Yang's room.

He sat at his desk with a book in his hand, but he didn't read it all the time. He looked at the car window and didn't know what he was thinking.

About eleven o'clock.

There was a knock on Steward Yang's door.

It was the driver of the Yang family. He was holding a black and white cardboard box. Butler Yang hurriedly opened the door to let people in.

The driver opened the box, and inside was an exquisite fighter plane model. He handed it to Butler Yang, and wiped the sweat off his brow, "This is a limited edition worldwide, and I also got it from a collector."

Butler Yang looked at it, and the model looked more realistic than Jiang Xinchen's yesterday.

He also has some vision, just this model alone costs a lot of money, and the six-figure price is probably enough to compensate Jiang Xinchen.

"Okay." Butler Yang put away the model and told the driver to leave.

After he left, Steward Yang couldn't sleep either, and Jiang Xinchen didn't come down to eat at night, he knew it was influenced by Pei Xi to some extent.

After a while, Butler Yang got up from the bed again and went outside to look at the lights upstairs.

The light in Jiang Xinchen's room was on, but Butler Yang was silent for a while, then took his own model and went upstairs to find Jiang Xinchen.

As expected, he didn't sleep, and he opened the door very calmly, his brows and eyes were a little pale: "Butler Yang."

"This is a new model I found." Butler Yang handed him the box in his hand, his lips moved, "It's a limited edition, the boss said that you boys like it, do you like it?"

Jiang Xinchen just looked at Butler Yang and didn't speak, his eyes were as dark as a deep pool.

Steward Yang was silent for a while, then opened the gift box, and showed Jiang Xinchen the model airplane inside, "Look at it."

"I don't want it." Jiang Xinchen shook his head.

Steward Yang was silent for a moment, he looked at Jiang Xinchen, his gaze deepened: "You also know the identity of Miss Pei, you may not have heard of the Ren family of the Duan family, but you must know that she can make you drop out of the No. You also know that our husband must listen to the old lady Duan, Miss Pei is now a celebrity in front of the old lady, you don't want your sister to struggle in the entertainment circle, do you?"

Jiang Xinchen raised his head abruptly.

Butler Yang looked at him quietly.

"Butler Yang, what are you two doing?" Yang Zhaolin's room door opened, and he was diagonally opposite Jiang Xinchen, looking at the two suspiciously.

Butler Yang's complexion changed.

Jiang Xinchen took over the model from Butler Yang, looked at Yang Zhaolin, he shook hands hanging on both sides, with a normal expression, "Butler Yang saw that I had a late rest at night, so he brought me milk."

Butler Yang's tense back immediately eased. He tilted his head and looked at Yang Zhaolin, "Yes, young master, you should go to bed early too, good night."

He didn't dare to look at Yang Zhaolin, so he turned around and walked downstairs.

Jiang Xinchen's door was ajar, and the hand holding the box was blocked by the door. He looked at Yang Zhaolin and said good night to him.

Then closed the door.

Diagonally opposite, Yang Zhaolin frowned slightly.

He stood there for a while, then frowned and knocked on Jiang Xinchen's door.

Inside the room, Jiang Xinchen looked at the gift box on the table, took a deep breath, heard the knock on the door, he calmed down, calmed down for a long time, then walked over and opened the door.

It's Yang Zhaolin.

Yang Zhaolin glanced at him, didn't say anything, just walked around him and walked inside.

Jiang Xinchen was stunned for a moment, followed, and hurriedly said: "Brother..."

"What is this?" Yang Zhaolin saw the cardboard box, stretched out his hand to open it, and saw that it was a model airplane.

Jiang Xinchen took a pen to do his homework, then shrugged, "It's okay, butler Yang saw that I like model airplanes, so he gave this to me."

"For you?" Steward Yang and the servants at home like Jiang Xinchen very much, and Yang Zhaolin knows this.

Yang Zhaolin was not surprised to hear that Steward Yang gave Jiang Xinchen a plane model, he looked at the glass of milk on Jiang Xinchen's table, and found nothing wrong.

He frowned slightly, glanced at Jiang Xinchen, and then rubbed his head, "I see, stop doing your homework, go to bed early, going to bed late will affect your IQ."

"Okay." Jiang Xinchen lowered his eyelashes.

Luckily it wasn't Meng Fu who came today, otherwise his clumsy acting skills couldn't fool her.

Yang Zhaolin went out, closed the door for Jiang Xinchen, then looked at the direction of Jiang Xinchen's door, and then at the direction downstairs, frowned slightly.

There was something Jiang Xinchen didn't want him to know.

He frowned, and returned to the room thoughtfully.

His room was surrounded by bookshelves, and there was a small blackboard with a bunch of formulas written on it. He didn't look at it, but just looked at the mobile phone on the table and made a call.

"Aren't you looking for me so late?" The other side of the phone seemed to be disturbed.

Yang Zhaolin ignored him, "Collect me some out-of-print airplane models."

"Master, why do you want this?"

"Just send it to me, hurry up." Yang Zhaolin tidied up the books on the table.

"Okay," the other side didn't ask any more, and heard the sobbing voice, and then the voice became more empty, "Which address will I send you, your home or Yang's?"

Yang Zhaolin has a place to live outside, but recently because of academic problems, he has been living in Yang's house. He thought about it, "Yang's house."

**

Pei family.

Yang Baoyi looked at Pei Xi, "Duan's family, you have to keep a distance and be reserved. A family like Shen Min's is different from ours."

Pei Xi nodded, "I know."

"Your grandma likes you very much," Yang Baoyi smiled, "After a while, on her birthday, can you bring Shen Min with you?"

"En." Pei Xi nodded.

Yang Baoyi paused again, "His brother..."

The cold figure suddenly appeared in Pei Xi's mind, "He... I didn't even see him from the front."

It may be difficult to invite him.

Yang Baoyi also knew that seeing Duan Shenmin today was already a surprise.

"Now the research institute also values ​​you. Everyone knows that you know Dean Li." Yang Baoyi looked at Pei Xi, "I have people in Yang's who praise your patent to me."

Pei Xi paused and changed the subject, "Cousin, he has hope to go to the Federation."

"Well," Yang Baoyi also thought of another thing after saying this, and the corners of her lips curled down: "Your uncle likes Jiang Xinchen very much."

Pei Xi sneered, "Uncle is in the middle of the game, so he can't see Meng Fu clearly."

Yang Baoyi no longer looks down on Meng Fu, Meng Xun and Yang Zhaolin, but she still has to rely on Yang Lai's financial resources, "Meng Fu is just a girl, and she can't threaten you. You are too impatient."

Pei Xi didn't open her mouth. Naturally, she didn't feel that Meng Fu could threaten her. She just...

He just couldn't understand Meng Fu's eagerness to show off.

"It's just a model airplane." Pei Xi didn't care too much, and smiled sarcastically, "Can he still turn the world upside down?"

She has a higher vision now, with Duan Shenmin and the Ren family around, and with the support of the research institute behind her, she doesn't even look down on Yang Lai.

"You can't say that, your uncle personally arranges Jiang Xinchen's studies, it's a barrier if you can't handle this matter well," Yang Baoyi frowned, "I'll ask someone to buy him a new airplane model."

Pei Xi didn't care too much. She felt that Yang Baoyi's actions were unnecessary, but she didn't say anything.

**

Su Cheng's residence.

After he came back, he was still very busy, having a video conference with Su Xian in the lobby downstairs.

Meng Fu could hear his perfunctory voice from far away.

She washed the dishes and took a shower, went downstairs and poured herself a glass of milk in the kitchen. The milk was boiled by Su Cheng when he came back and set the temperature.

Right now the temperature is just right.

Meng Fu looked at the milk and drank it casually, but his eyes lingered on the refrigerator.

Su Cheng was originally impatient to deal with the group of people from the Su family, but when he saw Meng Fu coming down, he became impatient. Looking at the faces of the elders on the computer, he said flatly, "That's it."

It's still a cold face that doesn't like to smile.

Before Su Xian could make a sound, she turned off the video directly.

"You live in the upstairs room at night." Su Cheng casually put the computer on the table, walked into the kitchen, saw the small pot she had placed carelessly, he reached out to pick it up, washed the small pot, neatly Put them in Sudi's cabinet.

His tone was still in Su Cheng's style, but there was a trace of tenderness in the way he looked at her.

Meng Fu knew that he was a bit of a clean freak.

She looked away, walked outside, saw his computer, and asked casually, "Isn't that your room?"

Su Cheng's place is big, but there are no rooms, except for the master bedroom, there is only one second bedroom.

"Well," Su Cheng put the lid on, "I live in another room, I don't come here often, they have lived in the second bedroom Sudi."

Although Su Cheng had someone change the sheets after staying once.

Meng Fu snorted and kept drinking milk when he saw Su Cheng's computer.

His computer was not available in the market. Meng Fu took a look and knew it was a concept machine from the laboratory. She shifted her gaze to the computer desktop.

His computer desktop is very clean and tidy.

Su Cheng sat beside her, with one hand resting on the sofa behind her, remembering what she said that night.

He took his mobile phone and found an avatar——

[Plan a house in the city center, and I will give you the information of the head of the household tomorrow. 】

Dou Tian: [OK, three days]

Meng Fu saw a familiar software icon and tilted his head: "Have you ever entered the game?"

She couldn't imagine him playing games.

Su Cheng looked at Dou Tian's reply, paused for a moment, and then let out a calm "hmm".

Meng Fu pondered for a while, "Then why didn't you add me?" She sat on the sofa and lifted her chin, "Open the PK list, the first is the next."

Su Cheng didn't speak, just raised his head, looking at her with a pair of deep eyes.

Meng Fu couldn't help sitting up straight after being watched.

Su Cheng looked at her for a while, then suddenly said, a little lazily, "Lock the door at night."

Meng Fu raised his head: "...?"

"Forget it, it's useless." Su Cheng took it easy.

**

the next day.

Jiang Xinchen returned the airplane model he got to Butler Yang, and continued to ask about Jiang Yu's house.

Butler Yang didn't dare to make too much of a move. After Yang Baoyi also gave him a model airplane, he returned the airplane model to Yang Baoyi and told her about Jiang Xinchen's condition, "Miss Baoyi, Master Xiaojiang doesn't use airplane models, he... ...He won't say anything, don't worry, although he is a child, he knows how to behave."

On the other end of the phone, Yang Baoyi frowned.

She looked at the returned aircraft model, her brows and eyes drooping.

She is also a businessman and suspicious by nature.

It would be fine if Jiang Xinchen accepted the airplane model, but Yang Baoyi would definitely not think too much about it.

At this time, she didn't accept it, and she couldn't help it.

"Director Yang?" The secretary beside him looked at Yang Baoyi.

Yang Baoyi came back to her senses, she glanced at the secretary, and said calmly: "Look for those brothers before you, warn a person for me, he is going to school to transfer files today, I will give you the information later."

The secretary had obviously helped her with a lot of these things.

He glanced at Yang Baoyi, nodded, "I see."

He left without a sound.

After the secretary left, Yang Baoyi stood in front of the window, watched the black car leave, then turned back and reopened the file.

She has always been stable in her work, and Yang Lai would know about Pei Xi's matter yesterday, which is not very good for them.

He could only attack Jiang Xinchen.

Yang Baoyi lowered her eyes and flipped through the documents in her hand.

I hope that Jiang Xinchen can be interesting.

**

Yang family.

Meng Fu came in the morning and told Jiang Xinchen about the house.

Mrs. Yang went out to find her group of ladies, and this time she brought Yang Hua with her. The servant said that Mrs. Yang wanted to take Yang Hua to the spa.

Jiang Xinchen went to school.

Yang Zhaolin went to the research institute early in the morning.

He should have joined Duan Shenmin's team.

"Miss Ah Fu, drink milk." The servant brought Meng Fu a glass of milk.

While the two were talking, a servant came in with a bunch of things outside.

Meng Fu glanced at it, and it said "Do not touch valuables".

"Eldest Young Master bought this for Young Master Xiao Jiang," the deliverer had already explained clearly to the servant. He looked at Meng Fu and explained with a smile, "Yesterday Young Master Xiao Jiang played with the flying machine you made all day."

He glanced at the trademark on it, and said "Yeah", "It's actually a collector's edition? Where did you get these?"

Meng Fu looked at these expensive things at first glance, walked around them, and then "tsk", "Jiang Xinchen can be so expensive now?"

She doesn't play with models, but she also knows that these collections are very expensive.

Yang Zhaolin deserves to be a local tyrant, once he buys it, it becomes a collection room.

Meng Fu glanced at it, then walked upstairs with the milk, and waved to the servant, "I'll go to Xinchen's room and take a look, you don't have to worry about me."

There are very few things in Jiang Xinchen's room.

Seeing that his suitcase and books were all packed, Meng Fu couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He sat down at his desk and opened up his unfinished exercises, which were sent to her last night. He was only one step away from finishing writing.

Meng Fu took the pen and filled in this step.

In his pocket, the phone rang, it was Su Cheng, "Are you going to eat at Yang's house at noon?"

Meng Fu put his hand next to his ear, flipped through the drawer casually, and said lazily, "Shouldn't it? I'll take him to see the house after eating."

She also wanted to see Yang Zhaolin's great writing.

Su Cheng should be talking to someone, so he responded in a low voice, "I'll call when the time comes."

Meng Fu lowered his head, and casually closed the drawer that he opened casually.

When it was time to close it, the hand froze.

She saw her flying machine yesterday——

One wing is broken.

She looked at the wing and said nothing.

Su Cheng didn't hear her answer, so he asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Meng Fu reached out and took out the aircraft. The smile on her face gradually disappeared. There were footsteps outside the door. She tried to use a calm tone and said, "I'll call you later."

Just as Jiang Xinchen knew her, she also knew Jiang Xinchen. If Jiang Xinchen broke this by himself, he should have looked for her last night.

But he didn't.

Not only that, but also hidden.

Meng Fu looked outside the door.

Outside the door, Jiang Xinchen came in. He came in hiding from the servant, so the servant naturally had no chance to tell him that Meng Fu was waiting for him in the room.

He opened the door, and when he came in, he leaned against the door and closed his eyes in relief.

But he found that the room was a little cold, and there seemed to be a line of sight staring at him.

He froze, opened his eyes suddenly, and saw Meng Fu and the drawer beside her.

Jiang Xinchen's complexion changed, he quickly hid his left hand behind his back, then raised his head, "Sister..."

Meng Fu threw the phone on the table, ignored the airplane model, walked up to him, and stopped in front of him: "Take it out."

Jiang Xinchen pursed his lips, but he didn't show his hand, "Sister..."

Meng Fu looked at Jiang Xinchen, and she said almost calmly, "Don't make me say it a second time, Jiang Xinchen."

**

Got it really, no monthly pass! ! !

Good night, ps: Because the time difference has changed by tens of thousands of hours, I will watch the babies at night (yes, I started to go bald again)

Ps again: if it is deleted, remember to poke me, I will post a screenshot of the scarf~