Wei Jingke looked at Meng Fu, looking at him in a position, without any warning in his eyes.

It is already past three in the morning, and even in the city center, it is particularly quiet. Wei Jingke has to be careful about Meng Fu's appearance here.

Su Di has not been awake and his internal mechanism has become worse and worse.

Recently, I learned that Su Di is critically ill, and I am rushing to make it a savior of Su Di even more. But now even Mr. Luo and Feng Shen are helpless. These two are both masters in the industry. Meng Fu, a child with a yellow mouth, dares to speak nonsense. Wei Jingke can't be so excited?!

But as soon as Wei Jingke finished saying this, a gentle voice came from behind, "Wei Jingke, pick it up and apologize."

Wei Jingke turned around and it was Su Cheng who spoke.

He stood beside him, holding Buddhist beads in one hand and carrying the other behind him, as if talking to Dr. Luo.

After seeing this, Wei Jingke was a little panicked, "Brother Cheng, she, she just..."

"Pick it up, don't let me say it for the third time." Su Cheng seemed to turn his gaze absent-mindedly, but Wei Jingke touched his dark and cold eyes, and the hairs behind him exploded.

Wei Jingke pursed his lips, said nothing, and picked up the glass bottle in the trash can and knocked it on the table.

"Miss Meng, I'm sorry, I was so excited just now." He lowered his head, and his apology was buzzing.

Su Cheng's Buddhist beads were turning in his hand, and he pushed his glasses with his other hand. Without the chance to answer Meng Fu, he gently said to Wei Jingke: "Wei Jingke, pack up your things immediately and return to the capital."

It took only a few minutes since Su Cheng appeared.

Wei Jingke suddenly looked up and he looked at Su Cheng.

Su Cheng still looked like a handsome young man who was not as gentle as a worldly man, as gentle as jade. He was clearly smiling, but Wei Jingke saw the cold chill in his smiling eyes.

Wei Jingke said nothing, but pursed his lips and walked out of Su Di's room with his head down.

Dr. Luo didn't say anything from beginning to end, but just looked at Wei Jingke and shook his head.

After Wei Jingke went out, Dr. Luo shook his head and comforted Meng Fu, "Miss Meng, don't mind, this Young Master Wei, he is sick."

Meng Fu pinched her wrist, she turned her head and looked at Dr. Luo. Her beautiful peach blossom eyes were scattered a little, and she hummed: "Or why am I still talking to you here?"

Although Wei Jingke is a normal person, Meng Fu would have gone up to him and had a meal.

In the early years, my master taught her not to bully the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled. She is not a good person in the traditional sense, but she remembers what the master said.

Dr. Luo didn't understand why.

Su Cheng smiled, his eyes lowered halfway, "Let's go, I'll take you back to rest."

The two left.

Dr. Luo was surprised, but he was not idle either and recorded Su Di's data.

Several precision instruments in the room suddenly beep a few times.

Dr. Luo pushed down his glasses and looked at the new data displayed on it. A wrinkled face was full of surprise, "How is this... possible..."

"What's wrong?" Wei Jingke, who had packed his package and was about to leave, heard the sound and hurried in.

"Mr. Su Di's power is controlled, but the new treatment plan I discussed with Miss Feng has not yet begun. Even if it starts, it will not take effect so quickly..." Mr. Luo said this, his eyes touched the glass bottle on the table and suddenly stopped.

I walked directly to the table, picked up the glass bottle, opened the lid and sniffed it.

The whole person was shocked, "This, this..."

Wei Jingke's eyes turned over, and at this time he also found something wrong: "Old Luo, you..."

"This perfume is not blues, and it is definitely blues, with a utilization rate of at least 27%!" Mr. Luo covered the lid, and he looked at Wei Jingke and said confidently.

After two days of staying up, Wei Jingke, who was dizzy, suddenly woke up: "The utilization rate of 27%? Only those people on the Skynet rankings can be made? Did you not identify it wrong?"

Speaking of this, Wei Jingke was stopped by himself. He remembered that Mr. Luo was also one of the vice presidents of the Beijing Association of Fragrance Association, and his ability to taste spices would never be wrong.

So, Wei Jingke looked at the glass bottle in Lao Lao's hand, "She actually gave it to Su Di with a purity of more than 27%..."

Everyone has a breath of energy in their body. People in the ancient martial arts world turn this force into their own use through ancient books, but the power is too domineering and requires external forces to coordinate, otherwise it will damage the internal organs. The best adjustment is to mix with spices of medicine.

This also led to a profession, perfumer.

Perfumers can not only regulate the strength in their bodies, but some perfumers with powerful abilities can achieve medical effects through the fusion of spices by medicine and spices. Top perfumers can also make people have various auxiliary gains such as prolonging life...

But it is very difficult to become such a perfumer. Not only is it talented in perfumerry, but it also requires rich pharmacological knowledge. Therefore, it is rare to be called such perfumers.

Every perfumer has been attracted by powerful forces.

Perfumers are also divided into grades. The higher the purity of the drug, the more useful the fragrance is. The entry-level purity is 10%.

Most perfumers are 10%-20% purity, and more than 30% are the best.

Blues are the best 30% hurt.

In the past two years, the blues spices that have been circulating on the market have suddenly disappeared, and the ancient martial arts world in the capital have almost fallen into chaos. Spices with a 30% purity are extremely rare, let alone the blues disappear in the past two years. Not to mention 30%, even the 25% Skynet port is difficult to find.

It is no exaggeration to describe it as a sky-high price.

When he heard Mr. Luo say that Meng Fu used something of this level for Su Di, he was deeply shocked, "She actually used this precious spice for Su Di so casually..."

She clearly heard that Su Di was in a coma and went to the competition without saying anything...

Thinking of this, after two days of staying up, Wei Jingke, who was not clear about his mind, suddenly woke up and finally understood why Su Cheng had just driven him out of T City.

"So, so she just said that she was treating Su Di, which was not a fake?" Wei Jingke asked. In fact, Mr. Luo didn't need to answer. She could only use the heirloom for Su Di. She would never pretend to do anything fake.

Thinking of this, Wei Jingke forced a smile, then turned to look at the trash can, feeling scared. He almost broke the glass bottle just now, but fortunately the glass bottle was not broken.

If not...

Wei Jingke felt that it was not enough for him to apologize for death.

**

Meng Fu went home and slept for a while, and was not woken up by Mr. Jiang on a phone call until 1:00 p.m. the next afternoon.

Mr. Jiang naturally congratulated her on getting the finals, but her voice was too excited and kept exploding.

Meng Fu put his phone on the table, turned on a voiceover, and asked Mr. Jiang to say enough alone.

"Fu'er, you have six million fans," Mr. Jiang coughed, pretending to be calm, "It's only seven days, it's up by two million. Can you give me a few more signatures? I'll send it to the little sister I just met."

Meng Fu: “…”

Mr. Jiang still said to himself, "She is your station sister. She said she would forward the lottery. I'll send her a few gifts. Just your signature photo. Don't forget, I'll go and rush to the roam."

He said, hanging up the phone.

Mr. Jiang, who hung up the phone, sent a private message to the young sisters he met on the scene last time - [Child, you are still a student, don’t smoke such expensive things. I’ll send you something to you tomorrow.]

Before the little sister could come back, Mr. Jiang was not in a hurry and told the young nurse around him to find him immediately as long as the little sister returned.

Here, Meng Fu's master comes out.

Meng Fu looked at the phone number that Mr. Jiang hung up, was silent for a minute, then clicked on the search page and searched for the entry "Station Sister".

It was not until Zhao Fan called her.

"I'm at your door, open the door, why are you answering the phone now?" Zhao Fan raised his eyebrows.

Meng Fu said "ah", and she dragged the heavy breeze to the door, opened the door in advance, and fell into confusion: "Why is my grandfather more fashionable than me?"

Zhao Fan dragged his suitcase in, closed the door, and while changing his shoes, he wondered: "What's wrong, what's wrong with your grandpa?"

Meng Fu explained it.

After listening to the explanation, Zhao Fan: "..." You, t, m, have the face to ask?

Having been an artist for two years, I don’t even understand these things?

"Okay," Zhao Fan felt that he had a long way to go. "First talk to you about the important things. First, the Pigeon Newspaper wants to do a special interview for you, and second, "A Day of a Star". The director decided to open a program for you specifically, that is, just like the last Qi Shengjun, an event centered on your life!"

According to her status, Meng Fu is definitely not worthy of the director's opening of a special issue for her.

But Meng Fu was so popular this time. It’s been a day and the popularity of Weibo has not yet dropped.

All major websites and short videos are watching her videos crazily. Meng Fu really deserves this topic for the first final spot in five years.

So after careful consideration, the director of "A Day of the Star" wanted to take this opportunity to open a program for Meng Fu.

"That's how I think. This live broadcast cannot be lost. This episode of the director team hopes that you can invite other guests to appear. The last time Sheng Jun invited the teacher of the Painting Association, and her episode was very loud. If possible, I hope you can consider starting shooting from the Jiang family," Zhao Fan put the contract in front of Meng Fu and said, "Because you have to arrange accommodation for the other three guests, your broken place will definitely not work. For personnel, your grandfather or your father, and your grandfather and other things will definitely be a big deal when they come out."

Meng Fu came back to his senses and thoughtlessly, "No."

"Why?" Zhao Fan didn't understand, "Then where are you going? The program team made arrangements for you, but the audience will definitely be able to dig it out..."

"No need for the program team," Meng Fu looked at the price given by the director, signed his name, and didn't raise his head: "My hometown."

Hometown?

Zhao Fan vaguely recalled Meng Fu's hometown, the nameless mountain city.

"You... aren't you serious?" Zhao Fan couldn't help but pause when he saw Meng Fu's calm look, "Where can you have your grandfather and the others have some highlights in a mountain city?"

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It will be released on the 12th, so you can keep the monthly ticket for me. Then, do you have any ideas about the surrounding listing?

Currently there are laptops and support hats, custom mugs
Chapter completed!