Meng Fu is now shooting magazines.

Now Meng Fu's resources have to be agreed by Su Cheng, Meng Fu has been very popular recently, especially after winning the championship of "Best Idol", many teams have to cooperate with her.

Obviously, Zhao Fan is Meng Fu's agent, but as soon as he receives the notice, Zhao Fan will communicate with Su Cheng first.

Meng Fu had already finished painting her makeup and followed the photographer to the studio, Zhao Fan took her mobile phone and followed her and chattered, "It's going to be open, you give me a straight face and let me take a picture." ”

Meng Fu hasn't posted on Weibo for several days.

"Can't you just just find an angle?" Meng Fu skimmed his hair, and walked as if he was windy, "Which angle do you think I don't look good?" ”

Zhao Fan holding his mobile phone: "......"

After Meng Fu sighed, he turned to the photographer next to him: "Brother, do you think I'm right to say that?" ”

The photographer couldn't help laughing, and his impression of Meng Fu's coldness changed suddenly.

Zhao Fan silently took three photos casually with his mobile phone.

When she got it in her hand, Meng Fu was right, she just had no dead ends at 360 degrees.

After taking the photo, Zhao Fan changed Meng Fu's Weibo account and posted three pictures, with no pictures, for those puffs, three pictures are enough.

"Brother Cheng, what's the situation with the live broadcast she received." After Zhao Fan posted the picture, he looked at Su Cheng, who had been standing at the door.

Ask about the second variety show that Meng Fu is going to take over.

"I'll let Su Di send you the script, she should like it," There was rain 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: "You guys will go back directly after filming, there is still a week left in the qualifiers, and it is not very urgent." ”

Zhao Fan took it and remembered that Meng Fu didn't wear a coat when he came today.

She looked up and watched Su Cheng reach out and pull up the mask on the other side, and walked out the door unhurriedly, Zhao Fan had never seen Su Cheng even a little angry.

His name is Meng Fu, and he is always a very clear "Meng Fu", just like the warmth and coolness of his daily speech, which is completely different from the various names of Su Di and those fans.

Zhao Fan was thinking about it when his phone rang.

This is Meng Fu's mobile phone, the caller ID on the mobile phone is not signed, Meng Fu is still shooting magazines, Zhao Fan pays attention to Meng Fu's private privacy and does not answer.

But the callers seemed to be very grumpy, one after the other.

When it came to the third call, Zhao Fan answered.

She just wanted to open her mouth and tell her counter-Guan Meng Fu that she was shooting a magazine, but the other party didn't give her a chance to speak: "Miss Meng, I am Steward Jiang, and Mrs. hopes that you will come to the exhibition immediately." ”

The voice was serious, a little cold, and there were some indescribable emotions.

Zhao Fan immediately understood who this person was.

Meng Fu's shooting here went very smoothly, her eyes, movements and temperament were very in place, and the photographer couldn't help but praise while shooting, and took a bunch of photos in a row.

After Meng Fu finished filming, Zhao Fan walked directly to Meng Fu and told her about Steward Jiang.

"I see that Steward Jiang's voice is very anxious and serious," Zhao Fan lowered his voice, "Let's hurry up, do you want to make a phone call and ask?" ”

Meng Fu didn't quite understand what these people were looking for him.

She even wondered if Jiang Quan had sent her to paint her.

But that didn't prevent her from not wanting to see Yu Zhenling, "Don't go, go, find a place to drink." ”

Except for Old Man Jiang, there is really no one in the Jiang family who can move her.

"Sudi follows us ......"

"You go get him." Meng Fu didn't reply, and his coat was just draped on.

Zhao Fan: "......"

It's you.

She figured out, is there another person to take the blame?

**

The lounge of the exhibition.

At 9:40, Yu Yong and Jiang Xinchen also came.

Yu Yong, as the vice president of the T City Painting Association, will naturally come to such an important occasion.

Jiang Xinchen gave his ticket to Meng Fu, and if he didn't have a ticket, he could only find Yu Yongyan, and he also followed him to the backstage, after hearing that Jiang Xinran's painting was gone, Yu Yong's face also sank, "What the hell is going on?" ”

Steward Jiang shook his head: "Miss's painting was stolen." ”

Jiang Xinchen looked around and couldn't help frowning: "How could it be stolen?" Is there any check monitoring, who is it? ”

"Who? Who else could there be besides Meng Fu? Yu Zhenling slapped the table violently, staring at the cold light.

Jiang Xinchen paused, "She? She won't and won't have a reason to ......"

Yu Zhenling sneered, "No reason? There are many reasons, she hates Xinran, hates her for taking her place, is jealous of her, and hates her uncle for only teaching Xinran and not teaching her. Also, I always carry the painting with me, except for the time when I was in the Jiang family. Apart from her, who else can take away the painting in the Jiang family? ”

Except for Meng Fu, Yu Zhenling really couldn't think of anyone else who could steal Jiang Xinran's paintings in the Jiang family.

It's just such a coincidence, Meng Fu and Tong Eryu just broke off the marriage contract, and the Tong family just showed favor to Jiang Xinran, and Jiang Xinran's painting was stolen?

Or in this stupid way.

So Yu Zhenling didn't think about it, so she decided that it was Meng Fu.

The time is too coincidental, Jiang Xinchen doesn't understand, but Yu Zhenling understands women's jealousy very well.

Jiang Xinchen opened his mouth, and he turned to look at Jiang Xinran, wanting to ask her what she thought.

Jiang Xinran pursed her lips and sat on the side, her face was still white, she didn't look at Jiang Xinchen, she only closed her eyes and didn't say a word.

Jiang Xinchen glanced at the lounge, then turned to the staff, "Can outsiders come in this lounge?" ”

Hearing Jiang Xinchen's voice, Jiang Xinran pursed his lips and seemed to be smiling, not knowing whether it was self-deprecation or what.

Regardless of whether Jiang Xinchen believed it or not, Yu Yongxin believed it, and he turned to Yu Zhenling: "Meng Fu didn't come?" ”

"Nope." Steward Jiang frowned, "I called her, maybe I knew that we were looking for her for this matter, so I didn't come." ”

"What's the use of looking for it now, I've missed the first exhibition." Jiang Xinran spoke, his face full of mockery.

Yu Zhenling's heart fluctuated a lot, and she was obviously angry.

Yu Yong looked at Jiang Xinran, bowed his head directly, and made a phone call to Old Man Jiang, asking him to inform Meng Fu to come over immediately.

didn't say anything about Meng Fu's stealing of paintings on the phone, he knew that Old Man Jiang had always preferred Meng Fu.

**

"Looking for you in such a hurry, there must be something urgent, don't drink." Zhao Fan took down the wine bottle in Meng Fu's hand and asked Su Di to drive the car over.

Meng Fu didn't take two sips, Zhao Fan kept saying that drinking alcohol was not good for her throat, she explained many times that she had medicine, but Zhao Fan just didn't believe it.

When Old Man Jiang spoke, Meng Fu did not refuse, and asked Su Di to drive the car to the art exhibition.

It's almost eleven o'clock now, there are still a lot of people in the exhibition, and there are many luxury cars parked at the door.

"Strange, why go backstage?" After Zhao Fan entered, he asked someone about the lounge, and took Meng Fu to the lounge strangely.

The door to the lounge is ajar.

Zhao Fan knocked on the door first, pushed the door after getting permission, and let Meng Fu go in first, and Su Di followed them half a step away, with his hands on his chest and sunglasses, like a door god.

As soon as I entered, I saw half a room full of people.

Meng Fu raised his head and raised his eyebrows: "Find me......"

She didn't finish a word, Yu Zhenling stood up directly, she walked straight to Meng Fu, raised her hand and slapped Meng Fu's face.