Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

There are indeed B-level and A-level booths in the art exhibition.

These Jiang stewards also know because of Jiang Xinran, but these A-level and B-level booths are all prepared for those who have made achievements in the industry and have a certain reputation and qualifications.

A C-level booth like Jiang Xinran who can enter the provincial level in less than 20 years is already a rare genius.

Are B-level and A-level booths available at will?

Is this Chinese cabbage?

"Miss Meng, you may not know it. This is different from the entertainment industry. Anyone in the entertainment industry can enter, but in the art world, booths of this level are not just for everyone." Jiang Butler smiled.

Meng Fu ignored him, but just remembered something and looked at Jiang Quan.

Jiang Quan was thinking about whether there were any painting teachers in the circle, and noticed her eyes: "What's wrong?"

Meng Fu rubbed his chin with his fingers, "Just...you really did a DNA test two years ago?"

"You're talking nonsense and thinking wildly," Jiang Quan thought when he heard Meng Fu's words, she suspected that she was not her own because of Yu Zhenling's words. I’ve shown you the report, can it still be false?”

"Don't be angry," Meng Fu reached out and patted Jiang Quan's shoulder. She licked her lips and smiled, "I'll just ask casually."

Jiang Quan looked at the furnishings in the house through her. From his point of view, it was very simple.

Jiang Quan went downstairs after Meng Fu arrived home safely.

When he turned around, he subconsciously glanced at the door opposite Meng Fu. Opposite was an iron gate, which was clean and nothing was pasted on it.

The environment in this community is indeed not good, the security guards are lazy, there is almost no access control, and Meng Fu lives alone.

Jiang Quan was a little worried about the security of the community.

When he returned to Jiang's house, he was still thinking about this question.

While applying the mask, Yu Zhenling asked one more question.

"I'm worried about Fu'er's accommodation. Her community is still the house she rented two years ago. It's an old community, and the security is not very good. I don't trust her." Jiang Quan said.

"Well, she doesn't live at home, she lives outside, and she doesn't go to school, what kind of campus does she live in, so worry about it." Yu Zhenling patted the mask on her face.

"I want her to move to Xinran's place." Jiang Quan pondered for a while.

Speaking of which, Jiang Xinran also often lives outside. She passed the high school entrance examination, and Yu Zhenling felt relieved that she did so well in the examination. She personally bought a single-family house next to No. 1 Middle School, and provided it with a servant.

Jiang Xinran would be there during her evening classes and lunch breaks. In order for Jiang Xinran to study with peace of mind, Yu Zhenling spent a lot of money.

"Don't be silly, Xinran often paints there, and it's still an important period in her senior year of high school, so I don't dare to disturb Xinran." Yu Zhenling frowned, and wanted to say something else, thinking about Jiang Quan, she drooped again Eyebrows, sighing, showing weakness: "If you want her to go, let her go, but there is one thing, don't disturb Xinran's work and study."

**

the next day.

six o'clock in the morning.

A big man in black stood outside Meng Fu's door.

There were a bunch of leaflets and advertisements pasted on Meng Fu's door, which dazzled the viewers.

He knocked on the door three times without looking sideways, but no one answered.

The big man withdrew his hands and looked back at Su Cheng: "This Miss Meng should not be up yet, you go back first, I will wait here..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Su Cheng, who was leaning on the handrail of the stairs with his hands folded on his chest, looking downstairs.

The big man was taken aback for a moment, and then looked over, but saw nothing. After a few seconds, he finally saw a head wearing a black baseball cap.

Don't look at the face, this lazy and somewhat glamorous trait, Meng Fu is right.

Meng Fu took off his peaked cap, took off the Bluetooth headset on the other side, and looked up: "Sorry, I met a troublesome uncle downstairs."

Su Cheng was still leaning on the stairs. He was wearing a shirt today without a tie, but the button was neatly buttoned to the last one. He was cold and expensive. His eyes were a bit cold when he looked at him casually, which was still the same as when he first met. Appearance: "No problem."

Meng Fu smiled, didn't say anything, opened the door and went in to get what he needed.

The big man in black waited for her to enter before looking at Su Cheng, and said in a low voice, "Brother Cheng, did you hear Miss Meng going upstairs just now?"

The big man in black fell into deep self-doubt. Just now when Meng Fu went upstairs, he was really...

Not a sound was heard.

It shouldn't be.

Su Cheng glanced at him shallowly, "You should be able to hear Laifu."

The big man in black: "..."

Feeling offended.

**

"His name is Su Di." Su Cheng waited for Meng Fu to finish taking her things before sending her to the company, and introduced the big man in black to him. "I may have something to do recently. I'm not here. If you have urgent matters, you can find him."

Hearing Su Cheng's words, the big man in black looked at the rearview mirror in shock.

Soon arrived at the training camp of Meng Fu's "Best Idol".

Su Cheng took a black mask from his pocket, put it on for himself, and went in with Meng Fu.

The program crew has a lot of shots, and Su Cheng will wear a mask wherever there are shots.

However, with his good looks and temperament, let alone in this program group, he is also rare in the entertainment industry. He is unique, and it is troublesome not to wear a mask.

"Brother Cheng, you are here." Zhao Fan kept waiting for the two of them at the door with his mobile phone, and finally heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the two of them coming, "Go in quickly, Teacher Xi is here early in the morning!"

"Understood, Sister Zhao." Meng Fu raised his hand.

When entering the camera area, Su Cheng stopped.

Meng Fu waved his hand to the back and bid farewell to Su Cheng. Before he left, a faint voice came from behind, unhurriedly: "Meng Fu."

His voice is also soft, like the wind blowing across the lake, as soft as the warm winter sun, even if it is not voice-controlled, it will be pleasant to hear.

Meng Fu put his hands in his pockets and turned his head, raising his eyebrows: "Huh?"

Su Cheng smiled slightly: "If you don't want to participate in the draft again, you can leave at any time."

Meng Fu smiled, but didn't reply.

Looking at the two of them, Zhao Fan said: "..."

Does she look like the background board?

"How many contracts did you sign for me at that time?" Meng Fu walked forward, as if asking Zhao Fan casually.

She knew that she must have signed the contract.

"In order to let you in, I invested a few million in the program group. Our company is losing money, and the program group seems to have signed a bet now. I hope someone will go to the international market this year." Zhao Fan took her to the changing room, low soundtrack.

"There will be." Meng Fu changed his coat.

"How do you say that?" Zhao Fan looked at Meng Fu.

Meng Fu buttoned up the buttons patiently: "I'm here, don't be afraid."

Zhao Fan: "...you?"

Although Zhao Fan thinks that his own artists are good in everything, looking at the online votes now, the gap with Ye Shuning's popularity is not a little bit, the gap is still there, Ye Shuning's basic skills are too strong, and the final comparison of this show is comprehensive Quality, listening to Meng Fu's words, she almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

Meng Fu straightened the lace on her collar slowly, under the slanting sunlight outside the window, her expression was lazy and casual: "It's just me."

**

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