City T.

Jiang Family Villa.

The housekeeper directed the servants to work in the restaurant early in the morning. "The Wei family arrived at 10 o'clock, and they were moving more quickly."

Staring at the servants, he turned his head and looked at the direction of the stairs, frowned slightly: "Miss Meng hasn't gotten up yet? She will have a selection today."

The housekeeper lowered his eyelashes and looked at the time when his wrist was on his watch. It was already eight o'clock, so he went upstairs to ask Meng Fu to get up.

The upstairs was very quiet, and Meng Fu lived in the room at the end of the second floor.

The butler stood by the door, raised his hand and knocked on the door, unable to hear any respect in his tone, "Miss Meng, are you awake?"

There was no sound inside.

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

"Bang--"

The door was smashed with heavy objects from inside.

The butler's cold and harsh eyebrows then fluctuated a little more. He raised his head in surprise. Miss Meng, since she was recognized by Jiang's family, was a greedy man, but she also knew a little bit of weight and how much he was. What was going on today?

**

Inside the house.

Meng Fu climbed up from the bed with her temples. She looked at the cell phone that had just been thrown out to smash the door, ignored the butler who was still talking outside, and only lifted the quilt, her snow-white ankles were buried in the dark carpet, and she walked towards the bathroom slowly.

She lowered her head and turned on the faucet while looking at herself in the mirror.

The person in the mirror was wearing silk pajamas, tied loosely with a belt, and a little red mole on his collarbone was like a fire.

Meng Fu blinked, his hazy peach blossom eyes turned around, lifting and swaying in a swaying posture.

She closed her eyes, her curly eyelashes drooped down, covering her eyes with a shallow shadow. After a while, she said, "Fortunately, my own body is still my own body."

Two years ago, her soul was sucked into another world, and her body was occupied by a female reporter. It was not 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.

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

Thinking of this, Meng Fu reached out to press the red mole on his collarbone, thoughtfully put the pajamas together, and went to the closet to find a casual beige shirt.

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

The caller ID is the name "Sister Zhao". Meng Fu's soul has been floating behind the female reporter for almost a month, so he naturally knows that this is her agent Zhao Fan.

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

Especially when she came, she was recognized by the Jiang family. She left the house that Meng Fu rented at No. 1 Middle School, moved into the Jiang family's villa, 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 did the Jiang family want to?

But I was really ashamed of this daughter who had just recognized her, so I finally used her relationship to get her into the entertainment industry.

The female reporter really has no talent. She has worked hard for two years and has only recently joined "Best Idol" as a trainee. The quota is still her entanglement with the Jiang family to clear her relationship.

So much so that the Jiang family was very impatient with her.

Meng Fu put his phone in his pocket, then opened the drawer of the dressing table, which contained a small key.

It is 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 things and put them all into the rental house.

After Meng Fu finished packing up, she set out to the "Best Idol" base camp, and she refused the pick-up from the Jiang driver.

There is still a long way from the villa to the entrance of the community. If it were Jiang Xinran, butler Jiang would not have let her go such a long way. But Meng Fu and Butler Jiang would have held up what they said.

"Miss Meng, be careful all the way." Butler Jiang shook his head until Meng Fu couldn't see her figure.

The lady was not at home early this morning. The servant was so nervous and busy. Jiang Xinran could tell at a glance that something was wrong. She didn't look like Meng Fu, she was confused, not like the master's wife's daughter.

The butler was about to turn back to the house when the sound of the car horn came outside.

It was Mrs. Jiang Yu Zhenling who came back.

She was wearing a purple cheongsam, with a coat on her outside, and her hair was meticulously folded, delicate and rigorous. "Are both ladies going out?"

The housekeeper was stunned and thought that Meng Fu had just left the house, and Yu Zhenling should be able to see it when she came back from outside the door, why did she seem to have not seen it?

The thought flashed by and the butler took back his thoughts.

"Miss went out at 7 o'clock. She took the exam for the month today. Miss Meng just left," he said hesitantly, "Miss Meng won't come back to lunch at noon..."

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

Although Meng Fu is her biological daughter, she dropped out of high school and entered the entertainment industry. She did not even understand the most basic etiquette. Many insiders in the circle mocked Yu Zhenling openly and secretly.

Yu Zhenling regretted her decision more than once.

Compared to Meng Fu, Jiang Xinran is a young lady trained by the Jiang family. She is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. From junior high school to high school, she has participated in various competitions and speeches and won various awards. She is the top student in the Rocket Class of No. 1 Middle School.

These two people are one in heaven and one in earth.

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 slowly clamped them to the collar. The rental house was no different from the furnishings before she left. There were two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, but no one lived in it for so long, and a layer of dust fell.

The door of Meng Fu's bedroom is not locked.

She opened the door and went in. The bedroom was empty. There was almost nothing except a bed and a table. She saw the previous cell phone at the head of the bed. It was a silver cell phone with a circular red circle printed on the back. It was not too thick, but it was quite large, even larger than the latest banana 11 that Meng Fu just threw away.

Without electricity, the phone cannot be turned on. Meng Fu was not worried that the phone would break if it didn't work for so long. He just reached out to install the Banana 11's phone card into her previous phone and found the charger to charge it.

Two years have not been used. When she plugged in the charger, the phone turned on smoothly in just one second and immediately locked on the green charging screen.

Meng Fu pulled the flower pot in the hall for a while, and she pulled out the key with the dust. She opened the door next to the bedroom.

It was her former study.

The door should have been open for a long time. The female reporter probably felt that Meng Fu's bedroom was in space and had not entered the study.

The female author must have never expected that Meng Fu's bedroom was penniless, but the study was full of flowers.

On the left side of the study is a row of white bookshelfs, which are filled with books, and are filled with various types. A ragged small seal script and an almost unturned F-language original text are placed together. Next to the window is a rattan chair, which looks a bit old, and there is also a set of tea sets beside the rocking chair.

There was a set of silver needles next to the tea set, and the needle bag was not closed.

There were a bunch of notebooks on the desk, and the pen holder was filled with pens. The black laptop lid had not been closed.

Meng Fu walked to the table and looked down. The spreading notebook still contained a string of sloppy English written two years ago.

UNABOMBER.

It took Meng Fu half an hour later to turn on his silver cell phone.

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

The female reporter was unable to unlock Meng Fu's mobile phone lock at that time. In addition, Meng Fu's mobile phone was not a banana brand, but it looked like a second-hand mobile phone, so she was useless. She asked the Jiang family to buy her the latest banana 11 model and also applied for a new mobile phone card.

As soon as my phone was turned on, countless messages came in, which were her previous number.

Immediately, the name of "Sister Zhao" floated onto the screen again.

Meng Fu did not ignore it again this time. Although this female reporter occupied her body, she did not cause any big trouble for her. Instead, she helped her avoid a lot of trouble.

She glanced at the hall and threw the key of the study backwards. The key fell into the flower pot. If someone was here, she would definitely see that the position where the key fell in the flower pot was exactly the same as the position she had just picked up.

Meng Fu curled her red lips, picked up the sunglasses on her collar with her slender fingers, "Access within twenty minutes."

**

Twenty minutes later.

"Best Idol" base.

Zhao Fan waited anxiously by the door, "Didn't this bastard say he will arrive in twenty minutes?"

She picked up her cell phone and was about to call her, but a taxi was parked in front of her.

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

Meng Fu's black fans called Meng Fu a vase and illiterate Meng Fu, but no one dared to swear that she was not good-looking.

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

Zhao Fan was stunned for a moment before he realized that she took Meng Fu's hand and walked inside, while hurriedly said: "Have you practiced the group song this week? Have you followed the tune? It's time for your assessment soon, it's related to your grouping this time."

The soul was floating with the female reporter for a month. Although Meng Fu had not learned the group song, she also listened to it countless times. She turned the sunglasses in her hand and curled her lips slightly, "It's okay."

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

The group song of "Best Idol" has an English passage. The female reporter has a bad English language, especially the pronunciation, which is neither standard nor smooth, and is shaky.

Make a laughing stock.

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

As a tutor, Xi Nancheng patiently taught her, but as he taught, he found that Meng Fu didn't even know the quintessence.
To be continued...