Meng Fu is currently shooting for a magazine.
Now Meng Fu's resources must be approved by Su Cheng. Meng Fu has become very popular recently, especially after winning the "Best Idol" championship. Many teams are looking for her to cooperate.
It was clear that Zhao Fan was Meng Fu's manager, but as soon as he received the notice, Zhao Fan would communicate with Su Cheng first.
Meng Fu had already finished her makeup and followed the photographer to the studio. Zhao Fan followed her with her mobile phone and muttered, "It's going to be open for business anyway, so you should show me a straight face and let me take a picture."
Meng Fu hasn't posted on Weibo for several days.
"Can't you just find an angle?" Meng Fu flipped his hair and seemed to be carrying the wind when he walked, "What angle do you think I don't look good at?"
Zhao Fan, holding his mobile phone: "..."
Meng Fu said "tsk" and then turned to the photographer beside him: "Brother, do you think I am right in saying that?"
The photographer couldn't help but laugh, and his impression of Meng Fu's aloofness suddenly changed.
Zhao Fan silently took three photos with his mobile phone.
When she took it into her hand, she saw that Meng Fu was right. She had no blind spots even at 360 degrees.
After taking the photos, Zhao Fan changed Meng Fu's Weibo account and posted three pictures without any accompanying pictures. For those puffs, three pictures were enough.
"Brother Cheng, what's going on with the live broadcast she answered?" After Zhao Fan sent the picture, he looked at Su Cheng, who had been standing at the door.
Ask Meng Fu about the second variety show he is about to take on.
"I'll ask Su Di to send you the script later. She should like it." It was raining outside today and the temperature dropped a few degrees. Su Cheng reached out and handed the umbrella and a coat to Zhao Fan. His voice was warm and cool: "After filming, you guys Just go back directly, there is still a week to go in the qualifiers, it’s not in a hurry.”
Zhao Fan took it and remembered that Meng Fu didn't wear a coat when he came today.
She raised her head and watched Su Cheng reach out to pull up the other side of the mask and walk out the door slowly. Zhao Fan had never seen Su Cheng even look angry.
His name is Meng Fu, and he will always pronounce "Meng Fu" clearly every word. He is as gentle and cool as he usually speaks. It is completely different from what Su Di and those fans call him.
Just as Zhao Fan was thinking about it, his cell phone rang.
This was Meng Fu's cell phone. There was no signature on the caller ID on the phone. Meng Fu was still shooting for a magazine. Zhao Fan was very concerned about Meng Fu's privacy and did not answer the call.
But the callers seemed very irritable, one after another.
When it came to the third call, Zhao Fan answered it.
She was about to speak and tell her opponent that Meng Fu was shooting for a magazine, but the other party didn't give her a chance to speak: "Miss Meng, I am Butler Jiang. Madam hopes that you will come to the exhibition soon."
The voice was serious, a little cold, and had some indescribable emotions.
Zhao Fan immediately understood who this person was.
Meng Fu's shooting went very smoothly. Her eyes, movements, and temperament were all on point. The photographer couldn't help but praise her as he took a bunch of photos.
After Meng Fu finished filming, Zhao Fan went directly to Meng Fu and told her about Butler Jiang.
"I think Butler Jiang's voice is very urgent and serious," Zhao Fan lowered his voice, "Let's go there quickly. Do you want to call and ask?"
Meng Fu didn't quite understand what these people were looking for.
She even wondered if Jiang Quan sent her painting there.
But that didn't stop her from wanting to see Yu Zhenling, "No, let's go, find a place to drink."
Except for Mr. Jiang, no one in the Jiang family can control her.
"Sudi is following us..."
"Go and deal with him." Meng Fu didn't even look back, and just put his coat on his body.
Zhao Fan: "..."
As expected of you.
She guessed that one more person would take the blame
**
The lounge of the art exhibition.
At nine forty, Yu Yong and Jiang Xinchen also arrived.
As the vice president of T City Painting Association, Yu Yong would naturally come to such an important occasion.
Jiang Xinchen gave his ticket to Meng Fu. If he didn't have a ticket, he could only find Yu Yong. He also came to the backstage. After hearing that Jiang Xinran's painting was gone, Yu Yong's face darkened, "What's going on?"
Butler Jiang shook his head: "Miss's painting was stolen."
Jiang Xinchen looked around and frowned: "How could it be stolen? Did you check the surveillance and who was it?"
"Who? Besides Meng Fu, who else could it be?" Yu Zhenling slammed the table, her eyes gleaming coldly.
Jiang Xinchen paused for this answer, "Her? She has no reason to..."
Yu Zhenling sneered, "No reason? There are many reasons. She hates Xinran, hates her for taking up her position, is jealous of her, hates why her uncle only teaches Xinran and not her. Also, I always keep the painting with me , except during the time at the Jiang family, who else could take the painting away from the Jiang family?"
Besides Meng Fu, Yu Zhenling really couldn't think of anyone else who could steal Jiang Xinran's paintings from Jiang's house.
The timing was so coincidental. Meng Fu and Tong Eryu had just broken off their engagement, and the Tong family had just expressed their goodwill towards Jiang Xinran, but Jiang Xinran's painting was stolen
Still in this stupid way.
So Yu Zhenling decided that it was Meng Fu without even thinking about it.
The timing was too coincidental for Jiang Xinchen to understand, but Yu Zhenling understood women's jealousy very well.
Jiang Xinchen opened his mouth, then turned to look at Jiang Xinran, wanting to ask her what she thought.
Jiang Xinran sat aside with pursed lips, her face still pale. She didn't look at Jiang Xinchen, she just closed her eyes and didn't say a word.
Jiang Xinchen glanced at the lounge, then turned to the staff, "Can outsiders come in?"
Hearing Jiang Xinchen's voice, Jiang Xinran pursed her lips and seemed to smile, whether it was self-deprecating or something.
Regardless of whether Jiang Xinchen believed it or not, Yu Yong did. He turned to Yu Zhenling: "Did Meng Fu come?"
"No." Butler Jiang frowned, "I called her. Maybe she knew we were looking for her for this matter, so she didn't come."
"What's the use of looking for it now, I've already missed the first exhibition." Jiang Xinran said, his face full of mockery.
Yu Zhenling's heart fluctuated greatly, and she was obviously furious.
Yu Yong looked at Jiang Xinran, lowered his head, and called Mr. Jiang, asking him to notify Meng Fu to come over immediately.
The phone call didn't mention Meng Fu stealing paintings. He knew that Mr. Jiang had always favored Meng Fu.
**
"I'm looking for you so urgently. There must be something urgent. Stop drinking." Zhao Fan took the wine bottle from Meng Fu's hand and asked Su Di to drive over.
Meng Fu didn't take two sips. Zhao Fan kept saying that drinking was bad for the throat. She explained many times that she had medicine, but Zhao Fan just didn't believe it.
When Mr. Jiang spoke, Meng Fu did not refuse and asked Su Di to drive to the art exhibition.
It's almost eleven o'clock now, and there are still many people at the art exhibition, and there are many luxury cars parked at the door.
"Strange, why are you going backstage?" After Zhao Fan went in, he asked someone to ask about the lounge, and strangely took Meng Fu to the lounge.
The door to the lounge was ajar.
Zhao Fan knocked on the door first, then pushed the door open after receiving permission, letting Meng Fu go in first. Su Di followed half a step behind them, with his hands folded across his chest and wearing sunglasses, like a door god.
As soon as I entered, I saw half the room full of people.
Meng Fu raised his head and raised his eyebrows: "Look for me..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Yu Zhenling stood up directly. She walked straight to Meng Fu, raised her hand and slapped Meng Fu in the face.