With a soft sound, the celadon teacup was placed on the table.
"Then today, sir, I'd like to pay you a visit." The tone of his voice was neither cold nor cold, with a touch of understatement and elegance.
Even without seeing its appearance, one feels that it is elegant and elegant.
"I... can actually teach her a few lessons in my free time." The man in the middle couldn't help but feel a sudden suddenness in his heart. He always felt that there was some inexplicable pressure, so he opened his mouth to compromise.
Meng Fu yawned, put one hand around his cell phone, and the other on the back of the chair, turned towards Su Cheng, and said with a smile like a three-point game: "What kind of unreliable teacher did you find? "
Her peach-blossom eyes were always filled with mist, and when she smiled, she was like a formed fox, seductive and charming.
Su Cheng was slightly startled by her smile, and then said, "It's my fault."
After a while, his eyes returned to the teapot, and he poured tea for himself, "I won't bother you, sir. Sister Zhao, let's see the guests off."
As an agent, Zhao Fan naturally understands the ways of the world. He still broke the cold atmosphere with a smile, and sent the middle-aged man downstairs in a coquettish manner.
Downstairs, the middle-aged man looked at Zhao Fan's back, then raised his head and looked at the three words "Shiwai Pavilion" painted with iron and silver hooks on the restaurant.
I felt a little uneasy in my heart.
He took out his mobile phone, called Mr. Chen's people, and asked about Su Cheng's whereabouts.
"Mr. Su?" The voice of the person over there was slightly confused, "I have never heard the master mention this person."
After listening, the middle-aged man carefully recalled whether there was any family named Su in T City.
He thought for a long time, eliminated several families, and never heard of a family with this surname. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. There was no need to waste time here.
**
Zhao Fan carefully opened the door and entered.
I happened to see Su Cheng standing in front of the incense burner, holding a thin silver spoon and carefully adding sandalwood powder.
Meng Fu was lying on the table, his hood pulled over his head, and he seemed to be asleep.
Not to mention Meng Fu, Zhao Fan also wanted to sleep every time she entered this box, mainly because of the sandalwood, which was a bit hypnotic, but she was timid and did not dare to sleep in front of Su Cheng.
Seeing Zhao Fan coming back from the corner of his eye, Su Cheng put the spoon aside and glanced at Meng Fu who was lying on the table: "What's going on with her recently? I dare to sleep here."
Zhao Fan also felt that Meng Fu had changed a bit recently. He shook his head and lowered his voice: "I don't know, but she moved all her belongings to a rental house and said she wanted to be a good person. By the way, I asked the program team for this. Disc, she has really made great progress, Brother Cheng, please stop scolding her."
Su Cheng paused.
Turning back, he looked at Zhao Fan.
He is very tall, a full head taller than Zhao Fan. The white sweater on his body is soft and dilutes his beauty to a warm color, making him appear more elegant and elegant.
When he met Su Cheng for the first time, Zhao Fan almost thought that he was a young man in Tsing Yi from ancient times who had traveled through thousands of years. He had no idea that he was the assistant assigned to Meng Fu by the company.
Zhao Fan didn't dare to look at him. Although Su Cheng was Meng Fu's assistant, they rarely saw Su Cheng, basically once a month.
What Zhao Fan remembers most clearly about Su Cheng is that a year ago, Meng Fu lip-synced and was criticized by the entire Internet, and the company almost gave up on Meng Fu.
The next day, people on Weibo seemed to have forgotten about it.
Whether it was the opponent or the publicist, the "lip-synching" incident was completely deleted, as if nothing had happened. If Zhao Fan hadn't taken the screenshot, he would have thought he had lost his memory.
"Well," Su Cheng reached out and took the USB flash drive that Zhao Fan handed him. He looked at the sleeping Meng Fu and thought about it for a while, with a warm voice, "Wait until she wakes up before leaving."
When Su Cheng walked out the door, Zhao Fan still didn't react.
Since when did Brother Cheng become so easy to talk to
Every time they saw him, she and Meng Fu basically didn't even dare to raise their heads.
After working with Su Cheng for two years, Zhao Fan knew that Su Cheng had mysophobia. This box was Su Cheng's exclusive box. Every time he finished giving orders, she and Meng Fu could not stay for even one minute longer.
Today, for the first time, Meng Fu was allowed to sleep until he woke up
**
When Meng Fu returned to the show, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and she put her hood on her head.
When passing by the training room, the lights in several major training rooms were still on. Next time it will be an elimination system, and a group of trainees will work harder than the other.
Meng Fu was going to go back and take a shower first.
When she was approaching the door of the dormitory, she raised her head and glanced at the dormitory door, and then walked in as if nothing had happened. The dormitory door was closed, leaving only a small gap.
Outside the door, Meng Fu could still hear Ding Liuyue's voice: "What can I do? I gave up studying for this opportunity. There will be a performance in a few days, and the last twenty people will be eliminated. Chu Yue , don’t you know what my last public ranking was? No. 37! If I make a mistake this time, I will lose this opportunity forever.”
"Ding Liuyue, you have to hand in the music composition tomorrow morning. These days, Chu Yue and the others have been fully cooperating with your music composition to write lyrics and choreography. Now you are saying that you want to join Jiang Ran's team?" Wei Jin looked in disbelief. With Ding Liuyue.
"Sorry, I have already told my instructor about this matter, and the teacher also agreed." Ding Liuyue said without looking at Chu Yue and Wei Jin, "I just want to tell you today."
Ding Liuyue admitted that she felt sorry for Chu Yue and the others by doing this now, but she didn't want the next performance to be her last stage.
Who in the entertainment industry doesn’t want to climb up
So does she.
Originally, their team was not as good as Jiang Ran and the others, but now that Meng Fu was added to the team, her chances were even slimmer.
After saying that, she opened the door to go out, and happened to see Meng Fu leaning against the door frame, playing with his mobile phone.
Ding Liuyue would feel guilty when facing Chu Yue and others, but not when facing Meng Fu.
She didn't even look at Meng Fu and went directly to the training room.
Meng Fu entered the dormitory and was not surprised when he saw everyone else in the group. He just closed the door gently.
"I'm going to find Liuyue. She must have something to hide." Wei Jin stood up from the bed.
Meng Fu reached into his pocket and took out the sandalwood and utensils he had received from Su Cheng, and lit them slowly, "She made an agreement with Jiang Ran a long time ago. I saw it at the stairs the night before yesterday. You can find it." She's useless."
Hearing this, Wei Jin's face turned pale and he sat helplessly on the bed.
Others also looked dejected and unwilling.
After Meng Fu finished ordering, he admired the sandalwood for a while. She was always lazy in everything she did and spoke slowly and leisurely. "She left as soon as she left. She didn't bother to help you compose songs in the first place."
"You don't understand." Wei Jin and the others didn't mean to offend Meng Fu because of this. They just smiled bitterly, "She is the only one in our team who can compose songs. In the past two days, the original song given to us by Teacher Tang has been at Liuyue's place. , we all choreographed and wrote the lyrics according to her style, and we have to hand it in tomorrow morning. We have finished the choreography and lyrics, but we still need to write her music.”
I want them to be completely confused.
The audience and the teacher will not care whether they have no repertoire or not.
Meng Fu turned around, looked at Wei Jin, stretched out his hand to hook her chin, and smiled lightly: "Don't cry, we can fill it ourselves."
Fill it out yourself? How to fill this in
People like Chu Yue and Wei Jin were completely stunned. Not to mention that they couldn't fill in the music, even if they could, it was simply impossible for them to complete the music in one night.