When they first learned about Meng Fu, Jiang’s father and mother were quite excited.

But later, Meng Fu's every move disappointed the two, so they both tacitly did not announce to the public that Meng Fu was the Miss Jiang's affairs.

However, people in the circle know more or less one thing. When Meng Fu entered the entertainment industry, some things that were exposed by black fans could not be saved. He dropped out of high school and finally couldn't even read decent English.

It's just a vase with its own appearance.

Mrs. Tong naturally knew about this matter.

Who doesn't know that Jiang Xinran, the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, is gentle and polite, versatile, and has excellent character and appearance. He has followed the Yu family since he was a child, and has written good calligraphy and painting.

The temperament that has been cultivated in the scholarly family is unique.

Mrs. Tong has always been very satisfied with Jiang Xinran, as if she has treated her as her daughter-in-law. Who knew that Cheng Yaojin came out halfway.

Mrs. Tong was half dead. She would not let her son marry such a thing even if she beat her to death. She and Yu Zhenling also had a good relationship.

So much so that Meng Fu returned to the Jiang family for two years and never saw everyone in the Tong family once.

"There is not a closed training today, why are you back now?" Seeing Mrs. Tong lowering her head, she obviously didn't want to look at Meng Fu's appearance, so Yu Zhenling didn't introduce Mrs. Tong to Meng Fu.

My grandfather was afraid that she would introduce Mrs. Tong to Meng Fu, so Meng Fu would have other thoughts.

She knew in her heart that as Meng Fu looked like this, Mrs. Tong would never agree to her entering the door.

"Come back and get something." Meng Fu closed his coat and nodded slightly to Yu Zhenling.

Courteous and alienated.

After saying that, I went upstairs directly, didn't look at it or ask.

When Yu Zhenling saw Meng Fu not saying anything, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and stood up to see Mrs. Tong leave.

"I heard that Eryu is going to the capital together this time?" Yu Zhenling sent Mrs. Tong to the door.

The "Eyu" she mentioned is the young master of the Tong family, Tong Eryu.

When talking about his son, Mrs. Tong's eyes were rarely softer, "He, he started a business with a group of people and fooled around all day, and his grandfather happened to pick him up to the capital."

Yu Zhenling knew that Mrs. Tong's family was a wealthy family in the capital and married a low marriage back then.

Our family must have thought of cultivating Tong Eryu's future development.

After Yu Zhenling watched Mrs. Tong's car stay away, she thought for a while before dialing Jiang's phone: "Search for time to talk to the old man about the Tong family, and Meng Fu, let her go back to school no matter what, what's going on?"

**

Upstairs, Meng Fu packed up a few clothes inside, all brought by a female reporter from her rental house.

There is also a black suitcase in the cloakroom, but it has obviously not been used for a long time, with a layer of gray piled on it.

Meng Fu took it out and put a few of her clothes in it.

Then he stood at the gate and looked at the room where the female reporter lived before, took out a key and placed it on the table, took the door and went out directly.

Downstairs, Yu Zhenling was sitting by the sofa drinking tea. When she saw Meng Fu coming down, she put down the teacup, "Do you have time next week? If you have time, go to the hospital to see your grandfather. He is thinking of you every day."

After hearing this, Meng Fu paused. She had been following the female reporter for a month and had never seen her go to the hospital.

She looked up at Yu Zhenling, and Yu Zhenling had already answered a call, "Xinran? OK, since my uncle answered you, you should go back to Yu's house... You, mom knows. Well, listen carefully to your uncle and aunt."

It was ten minutes later after a call.

The housekeeper smiled and changed into a pot of hot tea for Yu Zhenling, and said with a smile: "It's a lady, is it my uncle taking it to the house again?"

The uncle he mentioned was Yu Zhenling's mother's Yu family.

The Yu family is a scholarly family. Yu Zhenling's father used to be the principal of T-U University. His brother Jiang Yong was a well-known painter and respected in the art world. Jiang Xinran learned painting from Yu Zhenling's brother since childhood. He has achieved considerable achievements now and is better for her than her own son.

Later, it was found out that Jiang Xinran was not the eldest daughter of the Jiang family. Although Jiang Yong was disappointed, he was not unfamiliar with Jiang Xinran, even.

"Yes, they got along," Yu Zhenling smiled and finished a cup of tea, then she remembered that Meng Fu was still waiting for her. She looked at the hall: "Miss Meng, is she leaving?"

The servant replied respectfully, "Miss Meng left ten minutes ago."

Yu Zhenling put away her smile, she looked at the housekeeper, pursed her lips, "Leave without saying a word. What do you think she is? She wants to enter the entertainment industry, and the old man asked her to enter, and she also said that she came out of independent in high school, sensible and polite, and is a good child. You see, which good child is the same as her in the whole T-city?"

It’s obvious that I can’t do anything, I’m full of a city atmosphere. I haven’t seen any improvement after two years of training. I haven’t heard a word “mom” in the past two years.

At first, Yu Zhenling planned to train the second "Jiang Xinran", but now she is too lazy to discipline her.

**

Here, Meng Fu returned to her rental house.

Zhao Fan had never been here and was surprised to see the rental house, "Where is this?"

"I rented a house more than two years ago. At that time, I was going to study at No. 1 Middle School." Meng Fu raised his hand and bounced lazily to his hair falling to his shoulders.

Zhao Fan followed in and glanced at her, "Why don't you say you are going to study at Harvard?"

T-city No. 1 Middle School is the first of the ten schools in the north and south. Those who can enter this school are the pride of heaven. There are thousands of college entrance examination candidates every year. T-city Rocket Class is either recommended to A-city University or admitted to foreign universities.

The most time is also a first-class university.

A gathering place for the gods of learning.

If Meng Fu really studied at No. 1 Middle School, he would not be ridiculed by the online crowd.

"If you say that, then I can go too." Meng Fu, with his usual indifference, picked up the key in the flower pot and opened the door of the study.

She stood in front of the bookshelf, picked and selected on it, chose a few books, and threw them into Zhao Fan's hands: "Please put them in my box."

After saying that, she seemed to remember something again and turned around and went outside the door.

In the study, Zhao Fan was staring at the bookshelf all over the room.

Very surprised, Meng Fu didn't look like a person who could read books.

She walked to the bookshelf closest to her and looked at it, which was also interesting.

The closest thing to her is a yellowed book, which looks a bit old, with a ragged cover, and you can vaguely see four words like "Dragon Books" on it.

Next to this book is not a Compendium of Materia Medica, but it turns out to be a brand new "*** Funeral"?

Further to the side is a foreign document, which Zhao Fan recognized as F.

She looked closer and saw that no matter how extraordinary the language was, it could not be covered up—

This is the fact of a fairy tale book.

“…”

Meng Fu is indeed poisonous.

Zhao Fan was still thinking about these things.

There were two quick "Did" sounds suddenly coming from behind. She turned around and couldn't help but be shocked: "Meng Fu! You you you you come here quickly!"

Meng Fu held a bottle of beer in his hand and kicked open the half-closed door, "You'd better have something to do."

Zhao Fan didn't say anything, just pointed at her computer stiffly.

Meng Fu bit open the cap of the beer bottle, squinted his peach blossom eyes, and looked over indifferently.

On the table, the dusty computer started on the computer itself at some point, and lines of messy symbols were still beating wildly on the gray screen.

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**

Thanks to the fan names of the boss every year for providing them. From now on, Sister Fu’s fans will be “Puff”. Who wouldn’t want to Puff? Hhhh is so talented.
Chapter completed!