When they first learned about Meng Fu, Jiang's father and Jiang's mother were quite excited.
But later, Meng Fu's every move disappointed the two of them so much that they both made a tacit agreement not to announce that Meng Fu was the daughter of the Jiang family.
However, people in the circle more or less knew that after Meng Fu entered the entertainment industry, he couldn't deal with some of the things that were exposed by black fans. He dropped out of high school and couldn't even read a decent English sentence.
It's just a vase with nothing but appearance.
Madam Tong naturally knows this.
Who among the nobles in T City doesn't know that Jiang Xinran, the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, is gentle, polite, versatile, and good-looking. She has been with the Yu family since she was a child, and she is good at calligraphy and painting.
The temperament cultivated from a scholarly family is unique.
Mrs. Tong had always been very satisfied with Jiang Xinran and seemed to regard her as her daughter-in-law. Who knew that Cheng Yaojin would come out halfway
Mrs. Tong was so stunned that she would not let her son marry such a thing even if she was beaten to death. She and Yu Zhenling also had a clear understanding.
As a result, Meng Fu returned to the Jiang family for two years and never met the Tong family members once.
"There is no closed training today, why are you back now?" Seeing Mrs. Tong lowering her head, obviously not wanting to take another look at Meng Fu, Yu Zhenling did not introduce Mrs. Tong to Meng Fu.
She was also afraid that if she introduced Mrs. Tong to Meng Fu, Meng Fu would have other thoughts.
She knew in her heart that with Meng Fu like this, Mrs. Tong would never allow her to come in.
"Come back and get something." Meng Fu gathered his coat and nodded slightly towards Yu Zhenling.
Polite and distant.
After saying that, he went straight upstairs without looking or asking any more questions.
When Yu Zhenling saw that Meng Fu didn't say a word, she couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and stood up to see Mrs. Tong leave.
"I heard that Er Yu is going to the capital together this time?" Yu Zhenling saw Mrs. Tong outside the door.
The "Eryu" in her mouth is none other than the young master of the Tong family, Tong Eryu.
When it came to her son, Mrs. Tong's eyes softened a little, "He started a business with a group of people and fooled around for a day. His grandfather will take him to the capital."
Yu Zhenling knew that Mrs. Tong's family was from a wealthy family in the capital and she married young.
Our family must have taken Tong Eryu to the capital with the intention of cultivating him well. Tong Eryu's future development should not be underestimated.
After Yu Zhenling watched Mrs. Tong's car drive away, she thought for a while and then dialed Jiang's father's cell phone: "Find a time to have a good chat with the old man about the Tong family and Meng Fu. Do anything to make her return to her home." Go back to school, what's going on?"
**
Upstairs, Meng Fu packed some clothes, which the female reporter brought from her rental house.
There is also a black suitcase in the cloakroom, but it has obviously not been used for a long time, and there is a layer of dust on it.
Meng Fu took it out and put some of her clothes in.
Then he stood at the gate and looked at the room where the female reporter lived before. He took out a key and put it on the table, closed the door and went out directly.
Downstairs, Yu Zhenling was sitting on the sofa drinking tea. When she saw Meng Fu coming down, she put down her tea cup and said, "Do you have time next week? Go to the hospital to see your grandpa when you have time. He misses you every day."
Hearing this sentence, Meng Fu paused. She had been following the female reporter for a month and had never seen her go to the hospital.
She raised her head and glanced at Yu Zhenling, who had already answered a phone call, "Xinran? Okay, okay, since uncle picked you up, you can follow me back to Yu's house... You, mom knows. Well, listen to you. The words of my uncle and aunt.”
It was already ten minutes after the phone call was completed.
The housekeeper smiled and gave Yu Zhenling a pot of hot tea, and said with a smile: "You are a young lady, right? Did your uncle take you home again?"
The uncle he was talking about was the Yu family of Yu Zhenling's natal family.
The Yu family comes from a scholarly family. Yu Zhenling's father used to be the principal of T University. Her brother Yu Yong is a well-known painter and highly respected in the art world. Jiang Xinran studied painting with Yu Zhenling's brother since she was a child, and now she has achieved quite a lot. , who treats her better than his biological son.
Later, it was found out that Jiang Xinran was not the eldest daughter of the Jiang family. Although Yu Yong was disappointed, he was no stranger to Jiang Xinran.
"Yes, they two hit it off," 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 gone?"
The servant replied respectfully, "Ms. Meng left ten minutes ago."
Yu Zhenling put away her smile. She looked at the housekeeper and pursed her lips. "She left without saying a word. What do you think she did? She wanted to enter the entertainment industry, and the old man let her in. He also said that she had been out of high school. She is independent, sensible and polite, and is a good child. Looking at the entire T city, which child is as good as her
It's obvious that he's not going to get into trouble, he's lumpy, he has a working-class vibe, and he hasn't gotten better after two years of training, and he hasn't heard a word of "Mom" in the past two years.
At first, Yu Zhenling planned to train a second "Jiang Xinran", but now she doesn't bother to discipline him at all.
**
Here, Meng Fu went back to her rental house again.
Zhao Fan had never been here before and was very surprised when he saw this rental house, "Where is this?"
"The house I rented more than two years ago was when I was going to study in No. 1 Middle School." Meng Fu raised his hand and lazily flicked away the hair that fell in front of his shoulders.
Zhao Fan followed her in and glanced at her, "Why didn't you say you were going to study at Harvard?"
T City No. 1 Middle School, the top of the ten schools in the north and south. Those who can enter this school are the proud ones of heaven. There are tens of thousands of college entrance examination candidates every year. The Rocket Class of T City are either recommended to A or S universities, or they are admitted to foreign colleges and universities.
Last but not least, it is a school.
A gathering place for scholars.
If Meng Fu really studied in No. 1 Middle School, he would not be ridiculed by the Internet.
"If you say so, then I can go too." Meng Fu maintained his usual indifference, picked up the key in the flowerpot, and opened the door to the study.
She stood in front of the bookshelf, picking through it, selected a few books, and threw them into Zhao Fan's hands: "Put them in my box."
After saying that, she seemed to remember something again and turned around and went out the door.
In the study room, Zhao Fan was staring at the bookshelves in the room.
Very surprised, Meng Fu didn't look like someone who could read.
She walked to the row of bookshelves closest to her and looked at them. There was something interesting on this bookshelf too—
The book closest to her was a yellowed book that looked a bit old, with a tattered cover, and the words "Dragon Book" could be vaguely seen on it.
Next to this book, instead of a Compendium of Materia Medica, is a brand new copy of "The Funeral of ***"
Next to it was a foreign book, and Zhao Fan recognized it as F.
She took a closer look, and no matter how extraordinary her words were, she couldn't hide it -
The fact that this is a fairy tale book.
“…”
Meng Fu is indeed poisonous.
Zhao Fan was still thinking about this.
Suddenly two rapid "didi" sounds came from behind her. She turned around and was shocked: "Meng Fu! You, you, you, come here quickly!"
With a bottle of beer in his hand, Meng Fu kicked open the half-open door and came in, "You'd better be fine."
Zhao Fan didn't say anything, and just pointed at her computer stiffly.
Meng Fu bit open the cap of the beer bottle, squinted his peach blossom eyes, and looked over calmly.
On the table, the dusty computer had started up at some point, and lines of random symbols were jumping crazily on the gray screen.