I don’t know who this person is, but he actually gave Meng Fufa video?

It was the first time Zhao Fan met someone who would give Meng Fu a video.

While she was thinking, she sang and called Meng Fu in the bathroom: "Your WeChat video is your last name!"

After taking a shower, Meng Fu wore a bathrobe. While tying the strap of the bathrobe, he pressed his hair with a towel and nodded: "I understand."

Seeing Meng Fu come out, Zhao Fan walked to the refrigerator to check the things in the hotel refrigerator.

Meng Fu walked to the sofa and sat down, pressed the answer button, and an old man's face appeared on the screen of the phone.

If Zhao Fan is here, he will definitely recognize that this face is the god-level figure in the circle who is truly at the top of the pyramid of the film and television industry—

Xu Bochuan.

Meng Fu turned the camera, only half of her face in the camera, and the rest was the hotel ceiling.

"Xiao Meng," After Meng Fu returned from filming the variety show, Xu Bochuan and Meng Fu had communicated more than once. The two of them made friends with chess and established a deep friendship. "This is a chess game that our movie wants to shoot. I have one. Do you see if there is any problem with this chess game?"

Xu Bochuan turned the camera to the chess game, which was placed on a bumpy stone table.

Meng Fu took a look and knew that this was the stone table of the Taoist temple.

She set her eyes on the chess game, looked at it for two minutes before nodding, "No problem."

"Okay, this is what I set according to the chess game you modified last time," Xu Bochuan has always been rigorous in filming. He did not perfunctory in the life and death game that appeared in the scene. He pushed Meng Fu and said yes, so he turned the camera to himself, "Do you have a schedule recently? If you have time to come to our crew to make a guest appearance."

In the camera, Yi Tong, who had changed into a blue shirt, also saw Meng Fu, narrowed her narrow eyes and greeted her with a smile: "Hello Miss Meng."

Meng Fu politely greeted Yi Tong, and then replied, "I have a new show."

"That's how it is," Xu Bochuan felt a little regretful, "Then we'll talk about the drama when you have time."

Xu Bochuan and Meng Fu talked about Go problems before hanging up the phone.

Zhao Fan happened to take out two cans of beer from the refrigerator, throw one to Meng Fu, and asked casually: "Look for the person who is watching chess?"

"Yes." Meng Fu pulled open the beer can's pull-up ring with one hand, wiped his hair with one hand, raised his head and took a sip.

Put your legs randomly on the coffee table.

Her bathrobe collar was loose, and she could clearly see that a drop of water on her neck rolled down her thin collarbone.

"Well." Since he was the person who asked Meng Fu to play Go, he should not be a person in the circle. Zhao Fan didn't ask much, "Have you seen the script of the costume light comedy I mentioned to you before?"

She sat opposite Meng Fu and couldn't help but sigh that she had never seen a woman like Meng Fu. She could be so beautiful no matter when she was called a woman who unified the aesthetics of the entertainment industry online.

"Look." Meng Fu pinched the beer can a little, leaned against the sofa lazily, and took another sip slowly.

"Then we..." Zhao Fangang wanted to say something.

The room doorbell rang.

Three regular tones.

Serious and rigorous.

Zhao Fan quickly stood up, "It must be Brother Cheng."

She went directly to look at the door. Su Cheng was indeed outside. He looked at the room and was planning to come in directly. When Yu Guang saw Meng Fu sitting on the sofa, his nightgown was almost half open, and Su Cheng paused.

He stopped where he was, with his gaze back, his voice cold and cold, "Prepare, let's sign the contract."

When Zhao Fan opened the door, he remembered the wine she gave to Meng Fu. He was a little nervous. When she heard Su Cheng's words, she forgot the wine and was surprised: "Contract?"

She looked at Su Cheng, her mind was circling thousands of times, then swallowed, and carefully tempted: "Is it... the contract for "Spy Shadow"?"

Su Cheng: "Yes."

Zhao Fan: “…”

Last second, Zhao Fan, who was still cautiously giving Meng Fu a drink to relieve her worries, haha, she was completely stunned.

**

Twenty minutes later, Meng Fu and Su Cheng and his group arrived at the office.

Director Gao and the planner are both here.

The two of them looked at each other by the tall figure standing behind Meng Fu and with their hands in their pockets, and they couldn't help but pass by their eyes.

"It's like this," Director Gao tried his best to ignore Su Cheng's existence, and then talked to Meng Fu and Zhao Fan. "Because Yan Li is a spy and an agent, she has many fighting scenes in the play, basically all fighting scenes and gun battles."

After he said this, Zhao Fan instantly understood it. She nodded: "Don't worry, Director Gao, we will ask Meng Fu for a martial arts teacher to teach you before joining the group next week."

Meng Fu's invincible aura was because his skills in this area were a bit poor.

Seeing Zhao Fan cooperated so much, Director Gao was even happier.

He nodded and smiled: "In the TV series, Yan Li is a sharpshooter who has been through Yang in a hundred steps. This is our later work. Meng Fu only needs to learn some of the key points of fighting scenes, and we will also have martial arts teachers on the spot."

Director Gao didn't expect Meng Fu to be at such a high level in these projects. After all, Meng Fu is here, so it is already rare to have acting skills.

After several times in the entertainment industry, there were only a few actors who were good at fighting scenes.

He was just talking about this for Su Cheng, which means that it was very hard and tiring to shoot this movie, and some actions were not allowed to be done by the stunt.

Seeing that Su Cheng had been following behind him lightly and without saying anything, Director Gao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can you sign?" Meng Fu supported his chin with one hand and turned the signature pen with the other.

"Please." Director Gao raised his hand.

Meng Fu stopped the pen in his hand and then signed two big words that were scattered and unrestrained.

Both parties held a contract, and Director Gao took back the contract. He was surprised to see the two words written by Meng Fu.

The planner and Director Gao sent Meng Fu and others out. After Meng Fu and Su Cheng got on the car, Director Gao looked at the planner, pointed at the word, and said in surprise: "This Meng Fu, her handwriting is really good, and she looks more like Yan Li."

In the play, Yan Li's father is a teacher in the school. He has read the Four Books and Five Classics since he was a child, and is full of knowledge and often writes couplets for people.

Yan Li has also been influenced by his childhood.

"Artists today can have ugly handwriting, but their signatures must look good," the planner took a look and laughed, "Most artists' names are designed specifically for people."

Indeed, Director Gao also agreed. He has never seen many artists who have practiced calligraphy.

"After all, she is an artist, not a calligrapher. She can just find a substitute when the time comes. However, she must have put in her skills to write the name so beautifully." Director Gao said with a tongue and spoke.

Hearing this, the planner glanced at Director Gao and did not expose Director Gao. He didn't say that before the morning.

**

At 7 o'clock in the evening, Meng Fu and Zhao Fan arrived at the airport, and Su Di was waiting for them at the airport.

"I'll go back to the Jiang family first." Meng Fu took the windbreaker from Zhao Fan's hand.

Zhao Fan knew that Meng Fu must have gone home to see Grandpa Jiang, and nodded with a smile.

Su Cheng put his hand in his pocket, looked at her, paused, and Wen Liang told him: "You can't drink."

Meng Fu hooked his windbreaker and walked out, without looking back, just waved his hand casually to the back, "See the order, sir."

I think it was because she knew about drinking for Meng Fu at noon, and Zhao Fan also changed the topic awkwardly, "Brother Cheng, I'm going to find her two teachers, one for performance teacher and the other for martial arts teacher. It's still so challenging for her to take over as the heroine for the first time..."

"Ask her." Su Cheng closed his clothes, his eyebrows and eyes were full of ink.

Zhao Fan took the phone back and followed Su Cheng to the studio, "It's OK."

Jiang Family.

Yu Yong is here today.

Jiang Quan, Mr. Jiang, Yu Zhenling and several directors of the Jiang family were all sitting in the hall. The atmosphere was very serious and they should be discussing some key issues.

Yu Yong frowned, "I have never heard of these channels. Xinran is not the account of Youdi.com, let her check..."

Jiang Yu stood behind Jiang Quan and recorded carefully.

Outside, the butler's voice suddenly rang out in surprise: "Miss Meng?"

This is Meng Fu's return.

Yu Yong, who originally wanted to say something, stopped immediately and did not continue talking.

Meng Fu came in and saw so many people in the Jiang family, and she was extremely surprised. She looked up and stopped.

"Fu'er, come here quickly," the old man waved to her, smiled gently, and introduced to several directors: "This is my granddaughter, Meng Fu."

The Jiang family was kept in secret, and only a few people in the circle knew about it. Several chairman looked at each other. They only knew that Jiang Xinran and Meng Fu had never heard of it. However, seeing that Yu Yong did not continue to speak, the chairman stopped and did not continue to talk.

Meng Fu originally planned to leave, but when he saw the old man standing up, he reached out and held him upstairs, and his fingers were still pressing on his pulse.

His brows frowned slightly invisible.

"I heard from your assistant that you went to audition today, how about it?" Mr. Jiang said with a smile while going upstairs with her.

In front of Meng Fu, he always looks very happy and smiling.

"It's successful, I'll join the group next week," Meng Fu helped Mr. Jiang and slowly replied, "I will play a spy in the war film of the Republic of China, and I'll probably finish it in one or two months."

"That's how..." Hearing this sentence, the old man didn't know what expression he used, he chuckled softly, "Well, you must be good at acting, I know if you can see it."

Meng Fu looked at him and helped him to the chair in the study to prepare it, with a stern tone: "Of course you can see it."
To be continued...