Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

Meng Fu is currently 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 "Best Idol" championship, many teams have asked her to cooperate.

It was obvious that Zhao Fan was Meng Fu's manager, but as soon as he received the notice, Zhao Fan would communicate with Su Cheng first.

Meng Fu had already finished her makeup and followed the photographer to the studio. Zhao Fan took her mobile phone and followed behind her, muttering, "It's going to be open anyway, but you should show me a positive face and let me take a picture."

Meng Fu hadn't posted on Weibo for several days.

"Can't you just find an angle?" Meng Fu brushed his hair, walking like a breeze, "Which angle do you think I don't look good?"

Zhao Fan holding the phone: "..."

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

The photographer couldn't help laughing, and his impression of Meng Fu's coldness suddenly changed.

Zhao Fan silently took three photos with his mobile phone.

Holding it in his hand, he saw that what Meng Fu said was right, she had no dead ends even at 360 degrees.

After taking the photos, Zhao Fan switched to Meng Fu's Weibo account and posted three pictures without any accompanying pictures. For those puffs, three pictures are enough.

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

Ask about the second variety show that Meng Fu will accept.

"I'll let Su Di send you the script later, she should like it." It was raining outside today, and the temperature dropped a few degrees. Su Cheng reached out and handed Zhao Fan an umbrella and a coat, and said in a warm voice, "You guys after filming." Just go back directly, there is still a week of qualifiers, there is no rush."

Zhao Fan took it, and remembered that Meng Fu didn't wear a coat when he came today.

She looked up and watched Su Cheng stretch out his hand to pull the mask on the other side, and walked out of the door unhurriedly. Zhao Fan had never seen Su Cheng lose his temper even in the slightest.

His name is Meng Fu, and he will always be "Meng Fu" clearly word by word, just as warm and cool as he usually speaks, completely different from what Su Di and those fans call him.

Just as Zhao Fan was thinking, the phone rang.

This is Meng Fu's cell phone. There is no signature on the caller ID on the cell phone. Meng Fu is still shooting magazines. Zhao Fan pays attention to Meng Fu's privacy and does not answer.

But the callers seemed very irritable, one after another.

On the third call, Zhao Fan answered it.

She was just about to open her mouth and tell her opponent that Meng Fu was shooting a magazine, but the other party didn't give her a chance to speak: "Miss Meng, I am Steward Jiang, Madam hopes you will come to the art exhibition immediately."

The voice was serious, with a bit of coldness, and some inexplicable emotions.

Zhao Fan immediately understood who this person was.

Meng Fu's shooting here went very smoothly. Her eyes, movements and temperament were all in place. The photographer couldn't help but praise while shooting, and took a bunch of photos in succession.

After Meng Fu finished filming, Zhao Fan went directly to Meng Fu's side and told her about Butler Jiang.

"I think Steward Jiang's voice is very urgent and serious," Zhao Fan lowered his voice, "Let's go there quickly, do you want to call and ask?"

Meng Fu didn't quite understand why these people were looking for him.

She even wondered if Jiang Quan had sent her painting over.

But this doesn't prevent her from not wanting to see Yu Zhenling, "No, let's go, find a place to drink."

Except for Mr. Jiang, there is really no one in the Jiang family who can order her.

"Su Di followed us..."

"You go and get rid of him." Meng Fu didn't turn his head back, and just put his coat on his body.

Zhao Fan: "..."

As expected of you.

She guessed, is there another person to blame?

**

The lounge of the exhibition.

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

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

Jiang Xinchen gave Meng Fu his ticket, and without a ticket, he could only look for Yu Yongcang, and followed him to the backstage. After hearing that Jiang Xinran's painting was gone, Yu Yong's face darkened, "What's going on?"

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

Jiang Xinchen looked around, and couldn't help frowning: "How could it be stolen? Did you check the surveillance, who is it?"

"Who? Besides Meng Fu, who else could it be?" Yu Zhenling slapped the table abruptly, her eyes cast a cold light.

Jiang Xinchen paused for this answer, "Her? She doesn't have a reason..."

Yu Zhenling sneered, "No reason? There are many reasons. She hates Xinran, hates her for taking her place, is jealous of her, and hates why uncle only teaches Xinran but not her. Also, Hua is always by my side. , except for the time at Jiang’s house. Besides her, who else could take away the painting from Jiang’s house?”

Apart from Meng Fu, Yu Zhenling couldn't think of anyone else who could steal Jiang Xinran's painting from Jiang's house.

What a coincidence, Meng Fu and Tong Eryu had just broken off their engagement, and Tong Jia had just made love to Jiang Xinran, but Jiang Xinran's painting was stolen?

Still in this stupid way.

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

The timing is too coincidental, Jiang Xinchen doesn't understand, but Yu Zhenling understands women's jealousy very well.

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

Jiang Xinran sat on the side with her lips pursed, her complexion still pale, she didn't look at Jiang Xinchen, she just closed her eyes and didn't say a word.

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

Hearing Jiang Xinchen's voice, Jiang Xinran pursed her lips and seemed to be smiling, not sure if it was self-deprecating or what.

There was no thought on Yu Yong's face, he just turned to Yu Zhenling: "Meng Fu didn't come?"

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

"What's the use of looking for it now, I've already missed the first exhibition." Jiang Xinran said, her face full of mockery.

Yu Zhenling's heart fluctuated greatly, obviously out of anger.

Yu Yong looked at Jiang Xinran, bowed his head directly, and called old man Jiang, asking him to inform Meng Fu to come over immediately.

There was no mention of Meng Fu stealing paintings on the phone, he knew that Mr. Jiang had always favored Meng Fu.

**

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

Meng Fu didn't take a sip, Zhao Fan kept saying that drinking was bad for his throat, she explained many times that she had medicine, but Zhao Fan just didn't believe it.

When old man Jiang spoke, Meng Fu didn't refuse, and asked Su Di to drive to the art exhibition.

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

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

The lounge door was ajar.

Zhao Fan knocked on the door first, then pushed the door open after getting permission, and let Meng Fu go in first. Su Di followed them half a step away, arms crossed, wearing sunglasses, like a door god.

As soon as I entered, I saw half the room full of people.

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

She didn't finish a sentence, Yu Zhenling stood up straight away, walked straight in front of Meng Fu, looked at her coldly, raised her hand and slapped Meng Fu's face.

**

Good night.