At the beginning, when they knew 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 very much, so that both of them tacitly did not announce to the public that Meng Fu was Miss Jiang's business.

However, people in the circle more or less know a little bit, Meng Fu entered the entertainment industry, and some things that were picked up by black fans couldn't hold back, he dropped out of high school, and finally couldn't even read a decent sentence in English.

It's a vase with an empty surface.

Mrs. Tong naturally knew about this matter.

The nobles of T City who do not know that Jiang Xinran, the eldest lady of the Jiang family, is gentle and polite, versatile, and has excellent appearance, and has followed her family since she was a child, and she can write good calligraphy and draw well.

The temperament cultivated in the scholarly door is unique.

Mrs. Tong has always been very satisfied with Jiang Xinran, as if she has already treated her as a daughter-in-law, who knows that she will bite the gold halfway.

Mrs. Tong was half dead, she would not let her son marry such a thing if she was killed, and she and Yu Zhenling also had a heart.

So much so that Meng Fu returned to the Jiang family for two years and never saw the Tong family once.

"Didn't you have closed training today, why did you come back now?" Seeing Mrs. Tong with her head down, obviously she didn't want to look at Meng Fu more, so Yu Zhenling didn't introduce Mrs. Tong to Meng Fu.

I am also afraid that if she introduces Mrs. Tong to Meng Fu, Meng Fu will have other thoughts.

She knew in her heart that with Meng Fu's appearance, Mrs. Tong would never agree to her entering the door.

"Come back and get something." Meng Fu gathered his coat and bowed slightly towards Yu Zhenling.

Polite and distant.

After speaking, I went upstairs directly, didn't look at it much, and didn't ask much.

Yu Zhenling couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw that Meng Fu didn't say a word, and got up to send Mrs. Tong away.

"I heard that Er Yu is also going to the capital this time?" Yu Zhenling sent Mrs. Tong to the door.

The "Eryu" in her mouth is the young master of the Tong family, Tong Eryu.

At the mention of her son, Mrs. Tong's eyes softened a little, "He, starting a business with a group of people, fooling around one day, he took him to the capital fairly." ”

Yu Zhenling knew that Mrs. Tong's family was a big family in the capital, and she married low back then.

The family brought Tong Eryu to the capital, and it must have been a good cultivation thought, and Tong Eryu's future development should not be underestimated.

After Yu Zhenling watched Mrs. Tong's car move away, she thought for a while before dialing Jiang's father's mobile phone: "Find a time to talk to the old man about the Tong family, and Meng Fu, whatever you say, let her go back to school, what's the matter?" ”

**

Upstairs, Meng Fu packed a few clothes inside, all of which were brought by female reporters from her rental house.

There was also a black suitcase in the cloakroom, but it had apparently not been used in a long time, and it was covered with a layer of dust.

Meng Fu took it out and put a few of her clothes inside.

Then he stood at the gate and looked at the room where the female reporter lived before, 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, and when she saw Meng Fu coming down, she put down the teacup, "Do you have time next week?" If you have time, go to the hospital to see your grandfather, he thinks about you every day. ”

Hearing this, Meng Fu paused, she had been following the female reporter for a month and had never seen her go to the hospital.

She glanced up at Yu Zhenling, who had already picked up a phone, "Xinran? Okay, well, since your uncle picked you up, you can follow you back to the house...... You, Mom knows. Well, listen to your aunt and uncle. ”

It was already ten minutes after the phone call.

The housekeeper smiled and changed Yu Zhenling to a pot of hot tea, and said with a smile: "It's Miss, is it Miss, Uncle has taken it home again?" ”

The uncle he said was Yu Zhenling's maiden family.

Yu's family is a scholarly family, Yu Zhenling's father used to be the principal of T University, and her brother Yu Yong is a well-known painter and is highly respected in the art world.

Later, it was found out that Jiang Xinran was not the eldest lady of the Jiang family, and although Yu Yong was disappointed, he was not unfamiliar with Jiang Xinran.

"Yes, the two of them fell in love," Yu Zhenling smiled and drank a cup of tea, then remembered that Meng Fu was still waiting for her, she looked at the hall: "Miss Meng, is she gone?" ”

The servant replied respectfully, "Miss Meng left ten minutes ago. ”

Yu Zhenling put away her smile, she looked at the housekeeper and pursed her lips, "Leave without saying a word, what do you say she is?" She wants to enter the entertainment industry, the old man let her in, and said that she came out of high school to be independent, sensible and polite, and a good child. ”

Obviously, it won't happen, the elm pimple, the atmosphere of the market, the training has not been good for two years, and I haven't heard a "mom" in the past two years.

At the beginning, Yu Zhenling planned to cultivate a second "Jiang Xinran", but now she is too lazy to discipline her.

**

Here, Meng Fu went back to her rental house again.

Zhao Fan hadn't been here before, and was very surprised to see this rental house, "Where is this?" ”

"I rented a house more than two years ago, and I was going to study in No. 1 Middle School at that time." Meng Fu raised his hand and lazily flicked away the hair that fell to his shoulder.

Zhao Fan followed in and glanced at her, "Why didn't you say that you were going to study at Harvard?" ”

T City No. 1 Middle School, the first of the ten schools in the north and south, can enter this school are the pride of the sky, thousands of college entrance examination candidates every year, T City rocket class is either to escort A University S University, or to be admitted to foreign universities.

The last time is also an academy.

A gathering place for the study of gods.

If Meng Fu really studied in No. 1 Middle School, he would not be ridiculed by the online group.

"If you want to say that, then I can go too." Meng Fu adhered to his usual indifference, picked up the key in the flower pot, and opened the door of the study.

She stood in front of the bookshelf, picked and chose a few books, and threw them into Zhao Fan's hand: "Put it in my box." ”

After saying that, she seemed to remember something again, and turned around and went outside the door.

In the study, Zhao Fan was staring at the bookshelves full of books.

Very surprised, Meng Fu didn't look like a person who could read.

She walked to the nearest row of bookshelves to see, and there was something interesting on this shelf—

Closest to her was a yellowed book, which looked a little old, with a tattered cover and a vague display of words similar to "Shenlong Classics".

Next to this book, instead of the Compendium of Materia Medica, it turned out to be a brand-new "The Funeral of ***"?

Further to the side, there was a foreign book, which Zhao Fan recognized as an F text.

She took a closer look, no matter how extraordinary the language was, it couldn't hide it—

The fact that this is a fairy tale book.

“……”

Meng Fu is really poisonous.

Zhao Fan was still thinking about this.

Suddenly there was a rapid "Didi" sound behind her, she turned around and looked, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Meng Fu!" You, you, you, come here! ”

Meng Fu held a bottle of beer in his hand and kicked open the half-covered door to enter, "You'd better have something." ”

Zhao Fan didn't speak, only pointed stiffly at her computer.

Meng Fu bit the cap of the beer bottle, squinted a pair of peach blossom eyes, and looked over lightly.

On the desk, the dusty computer started up at some point, and the gray screen was still beating wildly with rows of symbols.

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Thank you for providing the big guy's fan name every year, and in the future, Sister Fu's fans will be "puffs", just ask who doesn't want to bubble whisk, hhhh is so talented.

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