Meng Fu is now filming a magazine.

Now Meng Fu's resources must be agreed by Su Cheng. Meng Fu has been very popular recently, especially after winning the championship of "Best Idol", many teams have to work with her.

Zhao Fan was obviously Meng Fu's agent, but Zhao Fan would communicate with Su Cheng first as soon as he received the notice.

Meng Fu had finished painting makeup and followed the photographer to the studio. Zhao Fan followed her with her cell phone and muttered, "At least, it's time to open business. You'd give me a face and let me take a picture."

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

"You can't find an angle at random?" Meng Fu glanced at her hair, and seemed to be windy when walking, "Which angle do you think is not good at me?"

Zhao Fan holding the phone: "..."

Meng Fu said "tsk" and 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 Momo took three photos with his cell phone.

When she took it in her hand, she saw that Meng Fu was right, she had no dead corners even if she had 360 degrees.

After taking the photos, Zhao Fan changed Meng Fu's Weibo account and posted three pictures, but there were no pictures. For those Puffs, three pictures were enough.

"Brother Cheng, what's the situation with the live broadcast she answered?" After posting the picture, Zhao Fan looked at Su Cheng who had been standing at the door.

Ask about the second variety show that Meng Fu will take on.

"Su Di will send you a script later, she should like it," It was raining outside today, and the temperature dropped a few degrees. Su Cheng reached out to hand the umbrella and a coat to Zhao Fan, and his voice was cold: "You will go back directly after the filming. There is still one week left in the qualifiers, so it's not very urgent."

Zhao Fan took it and remembered that Meng Fu was not wearing a coat when he came today.

She looked up and watched Su Cheng pull the mask on the other side up, slowly walking out the door. Zhao Fan had never seen Su Cheng look even if he was too angry.

His name is Meng Fu, and he will always be a very clear word by word, just like the warm and cool words he speaks on weekdays. It is completely different from the various names of Su Di and those fans.

Zhao Fan was thinking when his cell phone rang.

This is Meng Fu's mobile phone. The caller ID on the mobile phone has no signature. Meng Fu is still shooting a magazine. Zhao Fan pays great attention to Meng Fu's private privacy and has not answered it.

But the person who called seemed very irritable, one after another.

By the third call, Zhao Fan answered.

She was about to speak and told the anti-Japanese Guan Mengfu that she was filming a magazine, but the other party did not give her a chance to speak: "Miss Meng, I am Guan Guan Jiang, and my wife hopes you will come to the art exhibition right away."

The voice was serious, a little cold, and a little unexplained.

Zhao Fan suddenly understood who this person was.

Meng Fu's shooting was very smooth, and her eyes, movements and temperament were very good. The photographer couldn't help but praise her while taking pictures, and took a bunch of photos in succession.

After Meng Fu finished filming, Zhao Fan walked directly to Meng Fu and told her about Butler Jiang’s incident.

"I see that Butler Jiang's voice is very urgent and serious," Zhao Fan lowered his voice, "We'd better go over quickly. Do you want to call and ask?"

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

She even guessed whether Jiang Quan had sent her paintings.

But this did not prevent her from seeing Yu Zhenling, "If you don't go, go, find a place to drink."

Except for Mr. Jiang, no one in the Jiang family can use her to move her.

"Su Di follows us..."

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

Zhao Fan: “…”

It's worthy of being you.

She guessed that if there was another person to take the 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 on such an important occasion.

Jiang Xinchen gave his ticket to Meng Fu. If he had no ticket, he could only find Yu Yong to take advantage of it. He also came to the backstage. After hearing that Jiang Xinran's painting was gone, Yu Yong's expression also darkened, "What the hell is going on?"

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

Jiang Xinchen looked around and frowned: "How could someone stolen? Is there any surveillance monitoring? Who is it?"

"Who? Who else can I have besides Meng Fu?" Yu Zhenling slapped the table suddenly, her eyes emitting cold light.

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

Yu Zhenling sneered, "There is no reason? There are so many reasons. She hates Xinran, hates her for taking her place, is jealous of her, and hates her uncle why she only teaches Xinran but not her. Also, I have always kept the painting by my side, except for her during the time in the Jiang family. Who else can take the painting away from the Jiang family?"

Apart from Meng Fu, Yu Zhenling really couldn't think of anyone else who could steal Jiang Xinran's paintings from the Jiang family?

But time is so coincidental. Meng Fu and Tong Eryu have just terminated the engagement, and the Tong family has shown goodwill to Jiang Xinran, and Jiang Xinran's paintings have been stolen?

Or in this stupid way.

So Yu Zhenling thought it was Meng Fu without thinking.

Time is too coincidental, Jiang Xinchen doesn't understand, but Yu Zhenling understands women's jealousy very much.

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

Jiang Xinran sat aside with her lips pursed, her face still pale. She didn't look at Jiang Xinchen, but just closed her eyes and said no word.

Jiang Xinchen glanced at the lounge, then turned to the staff, "Can people outside this lounge come in?"

Hearing Jiang Xinchen's voice, Jiang Xinran pursed her lips, as if she smiled, not sure whether it was self-deprecating or something.

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

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

"What's the use of finding it now? I've missed the first exhibition." Jiang Xinran spoke, his face full of mockery.

Yu Zhenling's heart was fluctuating greatly, and she was obviously angry.

Yu Yong looked at Jiang Xinran, lowered his head and called Mr. Jiang with a call, asking him to inform Meng Fu to come over immediately.

He didn't say anything about Meng Fu's stolen paintings on the phone. He knew that Mr. Jiang had always favored Meng Fu.

**

"I am so anxious to find you. There must be something urgent. Don't drink it." Zhao Fan took the bottle of wine from Meng Fu's hand and asked Su Di to drive the car over.

Meng Fu didn't take a few sips, and Zhao Fan kept saying that drinking alcohol was not good for his throat. She explained that she had medicine many times, but Zhao Fan just didn't believe it.

When Mr. Jiang spoke, Meng Fu did not refuse and asked Su Di to drive the car to the art exhibition.

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

"Strange, why are you going to the backstage?" After Zhao Fan went in, he asked someone to ask the lounge, and took Meng Fu away from the lounge strangely.

The door to the lounge is half-closed.

Zhao Fan knocked on the door first, and then pushed it open, asking Meng Fu to go in first, Su Di followed them half a step away, with her hands wrapped around her chest, wearing sunglasses, and like a door god.

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

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

Without saying a word, Yu Zhenling stood up directly. She walked straight to Meng Fu, raised her hand and slapped Meng Fu's face.

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Good night, good night.
Chapter completed!