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Jiang family villa.
Early in the morning, the housekeeper directed the servants to work in the dining room, "The Wei family will arrive at ten o'clock, so they should move quickly."
After watching the servant finish arranging the ingredients and flowers, he tilted his head and looked in the direction of the stairs, frowning slightly: "Miss Meng is not up yet? She must have a trial today."
The housekeeper lowered his eyelashes and looked at the time on his wrist. It was already eight o'clock. He went upstairs to wake Meng Fu up.
It was quiet upstairs. Meng Fu lived in the room at the end of the second floor.
The housekeeper stood by the door and raised his hand to knock on the door. There was no hint of respect in his tone, "Miss Meng, are you awake?"
There was no sound inside.
He knocked on the door and asked again, his expression cold.
"boom-"
The door was hit hard with a heavy object from the inside.
The butler's cold and stern brows now showed a slight fluctuation. He raised his head in surprise. This Miss Meng, after being recognized back to the Jiang family, although she was a greedy person, she also knew some sense of propriety and how much she weighed. , what's going on today
**
inside the house.
Meng Fu pressed her temples and got up from the bed. She looked at the mobile phone that had just been thrown out and smashed the door. She ignored the housekeeper who was still talking outside. She only lifted the quilt and her snow-white ankles sank into the dark carpet. She walked unhurriedly. Go to the bathroom.
She lowered her head, turned on the faucet, and looked at herself in the mirror.
The person in the mirror was wearing silk pajamas and a loose belt. The red mole on his collarbone was like a burning fire.
Meng Fu blinked, and his hazy peach blossom eyes turned to his eyes, lifting and closing, swaying.
She narrowed her eyes, her long curly eyelashes drooped down, covering her eyes with a light shadow. It took a long time before she uttered a sentence, "Fortunately, I still have 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 exist as a soul to follow the female reporter who occupied her body. around.
Just now, Meng Fu was attracted by a mysterious force and took back his body.
Thinking of this, Meng Fu reached out and pressed the red mole on his collarbone. He thoughtfully gathered his pajamas and went to the closet to find a set of casual beige sweaters.
The mobile phone she threw against the door seemed to be of good quality, and it started ringing leisurely.
The name on the caller ID was "Sister Zhao". Meng Fu's soul had been floating behind the female reporter for almost a month, so he naturally knew it was her manager Zhao Fan.
She had just entered high school when her body was taken over by a female reporter. The female reporter was a liberal arts student who had struggled in society for several years and did not understand the science content of high school.
Especially when she was recognized by the Jiang family as soon as she arrived, she left the house Meng Fu rented in No. 1 Middle School, moved into the Jiang family villa, dropped out of school and entered the entertainment industry.
The children who finally got into the city were dazzled by the prosperity of the city center and dropped out of school to join the entertainment industry. How could the Jiang family be willing
But he was really ashamed of this newly recognized daughter, and finally used his connections to get her into the entertainment industry.
The female reporter really has no talent. After two years of hard work, she recently joined "Best Idol" as a trainee. The quota was given to her by pestering the Jiang family to smooth things over for her.
So much so that everyone in the Jiang family was impatient with her.
Meng Fu put his cell phone into his pocket and opened the drawer of the dressing table. There was a small key inside—
It's the key to her rental house.
Her old 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 intact.
After Meng Fu finished packing, she set off to the "Best Idol" base camp. She refused the Jiang family's driver to pick her up.
There was still a long way to go from the villa to the gate of the community. If it were Jiang Xinran, Butler Jiang would not let her walk such a long way. But just for Meng Fu, Butler Jiang held back his words.
"Miss Meng, be careful along the way." Steward Jiang shook his head until Meng Fu could no longer be seen.
Madam and Master were not at home early this morning, and the servants were so nervously busy. Jiang Xinran could tell something was wrong at the first glance when she woke up in the morning. She was not like Meng Fu, who was ignorant, and not like the daughter of Master and Madam.
Just as the housekeeper was about to turn around and go back to the house, a car horn sounded outside.
It's Mrs. Jiang Yu Zhenling who is back.
She was wearing a purple cheongsam with a coat on the outside, and her hair was meticulously tied up. She was delicate and rigorous, "Have both ladies gone out?"
The housekeeper was stunned, thinking that Meng Fu had just gone out, and Yu Zhenling should have been able to see her when she came back from the door. Why didn't she seem to see him
As soon as this thought passed by, the housekeeper retracted his thoughts.
"Miss Meng went out at seven o'clock. She took the monthly exam today. Miss Meng just left not long ago," he said again hesitantly, "Miss Meng will not be back for lunch at noon..."
Mentioning this, the smile on Yu Zhenling's face instantly faded, and she said: "I know."
Although Meng Fu was her biological daughter, she dropped out of high school and entered the entertainment industry. Not to mention her academic qualifications, she didn't even understand the most basic etiquette. Many people in the circle who knew about it openly and secretly ridiculed Yu Zhenling.
Yu Zhenling regretted her original decision more than once.
Compared to Meng Fu, Jiang Xinran is the eldest daughter carefully cultivated by the Jiang family. She is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. From junior high school to high school, she has participated in various speech competitions and won various awards. She is the top student in the Rocket Class of No. 1 Middle School.
These two people live together.
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 daughter of the Jiang family.
**
Meng Fu's rental house.
She took off the sunglasses from the bridge of her nose and slowly clamped them on her collar. The rental house was the same as before she left. It had two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen and a bathroom. It was just that no one had lived in it for so long, and a layer of dust had fallen.
Meng Fu's bedroom door was unlocked.
She opened the door and went in. The bedroom was empty. There was almost nothing except a bed and a table. She saw her previous mobile phone on the bedside. It was a silver mobile phone with a red circle printed on the back. It was not too heavy. , it’s quite big, even bigger than the latest Banana 11 that Meng Fu just threw away.
Since the phone couldn't be turned on without electricity, Meng Fu wasn't worried that the phone would break if it hadn't been used for so long. She just reached out and put the Banana 11 phone card into her old phone, found the charger and charged it up.
It had been useless for two years. When she plugged in the charger, in just one second, the phone started up smoothly and immediately locked on the green charging screen.
Meng Fu pulled at the flowerpot in the hall, and the dusty key was pulled out by her. She opened the door next to the bedroom directly.
It was her former study.
No one had opened the door for a long time. The female reporter probably thought Meng Fu's bedroom was too empty and didn't enter the study.
The female author must not have expected that Meng Fu's bedroom was impoverished, but his study was full.
On the left side of the study room is a row of white bookshelves. The bookshelves are filled with books of all kinds. A tattered small seal script and a barely turned F language original text are placed together. Next to the window is a wicker chair. , it looks a bit old, and there is a tea set next to the rocking chair.
There is also a set of silver needles placed next to the tea set, and the needle bag has not even had time to be closed.
There is a pile of notebooks on the desk, the pen holder is full of pens, and the black laptop lid has not been closed.
Meng Fu walked to the table and looked down. There was still a string of scrawled English words she wrote two years ago on the open notebook—
UNABOMBER.
Half an hour later, Meng Fu turned on his silver phone.
The boot speed is very fast, and the unlock password is four special symbols.
The female reporter failed to unlock Meng Fu's cell phone at that time. In addition, Meng Fu's cell phone was not a Banana brand, but looked like a second-hand cell phone. She had no use for it and asked the Jiang family to buy her the latest model of Banana. 11. I also applied for a new mobile phone card.
As soon as the phone was turned on, countless messages came in, which were her previous numbers.
Immediately, the name "Sister Zhao" appeared on the screen again.
Meng Fu didn't ignore it this time. Although the female reporter took over her body, she didn't cause her any big trouble. Instead, she helped her avoid a lot of trouble.
She glanced at the hall and threw the study key back. The key landed in the flower pot. If anyone was here, they would definitely see that the key was placed in the same place as the flower pot where she had just picked it up. Exactly.
Meng Fu raised his red lips and picked up the sunglasses on his collar with his slender fingers, "We'll be there in twenty minutes."
**
Twenty minutes later.
"Best Idol" base.
Zhao Fan waited anxiously by the door, "Didn't this bastard say he would be here in twenty minutes?"
She picked up her phone and was about to make a call when a taxi stopped in front of her.
A woman got out from behind the car, wearing white tight trousers and a beige sweater. She had a fair complexion and delicate facial features. The moment she got off the car, the sunlight above her head seemed to dim a lot.
Meng Fu's fans called Meng Fu a vase and complained that Meng Fu was illiterate, but no one dared to complain that she was not good-looking.
"Sister Zhao." Meng Fu took off his sunglasses and curled his lips at Zhao Fan.
Zhao Fan was in a trance for a moment before he realized what he was doing. She held Meng Fu's hand and walked inside while hurriedly saying: "Have you practiced the group songs this week? Have you kept up with the tune? Your assessment is coming soon. Yes, this is related to your grouping this time."
The soul followed the female reporter for a month. Although Meng Fu had never learned the group song, she had listened to it countless times. She turned the sunglasses in her hand and curled her lips slightly, "It's not bad."
Zhao Fan stared at her smile, paused, gritted his teeth and said, "What about...the English part?"
There is an English section in the group song of "Best Idol". The female reporter's English is not good, especially her pronunciation. It is neither standard nor fluent, and she stumbles over it.
It's generous and laughable.
Last week, Meng Fu was scolded by Xi Nancheng, a popular figure in the entertainment industry, in front of all the trainees because of his poor performance, unclear speech, and inability to keep up with his pitch.
As a tutor, Xi Nancheng taught her patiently, but as he continued teaching, he discovered that Meng Fu didn't speak English anymore and didn't even know musical notation.
Xi Nancheng was so angry that he left the scene immediately.
Zhao Fan was very worried.
This assessment requires everyone to sing a group dance song individually and be rated by the instructor.
Meng Fu didn't answer Zhao Fan. He just tilted his head and put the sunglasses in Zhao Fan's palm. His eyebrows were cold and a bit lazy, "Wait for me to come out, honey."
Zhao Fan was waiting in the corridor, recalling her smile and feeling a little unable to react.
She always felt that Meng Fu, who worried her, was a bit mysterious today.
**
At the assessment office, there is a ten-minute intermission, waiting for the next recording.
The field manager turned over the paper in his hand and said, "There is only one person left in Class A, and after that there is Class B. I will call Teacher Xi."
Behind is the instructor's lounge. Xi Nancheng drank a glass of warm water and asked, "Who's next?"
The steward looked at it and said, "It's Meng Fu."
Xi Nancheng paused to drink water, then sat down again, "Let the three teachers record first."
The steward nodded and went out directly.
"Best Idol" is not popular at this time, and Meng Fu has become a topic. Xi Nancheng's manager also knows that Xi Nancheng denounced Meng Fu, and knows that Xi Nancheng does not like Meng Fu. When Meng Fu is mentioned, he I also remembered one thing: "Her image is very suitable for the entertainment industry. What do you think? Is she suitable for signing in our company? I haven't met her yet."
Xi Nancheng lit a cigarette and said calmly: "You have high eyes and low hands. If you are not pleasing to the eyes, you will not last long."
The agent nodded, stopped thinking about signing her, and just smiled, "Aren't you going to go to her assessment?"
Xi Nancheng flipped through the list, "If you don't go, it will be an eyesore."