Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

Hearing what the assistant said, Manager An thought for a while before remembering Meng Fu.

Manager An directly supported the table and stood up: "You said that Meng Fu surpassed Ye Shuning and won the first place?"

In terms of the degree of out-of-group on the Internet, Ye Shuning is naturally relatively large. Someone in the industry has evaluated Ye Shuning's potential. He has the potential of an A-level contract. Even Manager An has thought about signing people to his company.

At this time, he felt incredible when he heard the assistant say this.

"That's right, Brother Qian and the others knew about Meng Fu's termination of the contract, so they asked you to come to the company immediately." The assistant finished speaking in one breath.

Brother Qian is the gold medal manager of Tianle Media, and he has a lot of contacts in the entertainment industry. Even Manager An has to treat him with courtesy.

After listening to Manager An, he pulled out his chair and went straight out, while asking his assistant to sort out the ins and outs of the matter for him.

About half an hour later, Manager An arrived at the office, "Brother Qian."

Brother Qian casually put down the document in his hand, stretched out his hand to push the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked at Manager An, "That Meng Fu, I want to hear your opinion in detail. If you can still sign it back, then try to sign it back."

"I saw the hot search, it should be the hype of "Best Idol"." Manager An asked someone to pour a cup of tea for Brother Qian, and then slowly explained to Brother Qian: "Meng Fu can't be set up, the most important thing is One, she didn't finish high school, so the only way to go is black and red. This kind of entertainment can only stay on the topic list for a short two days. Last time, her manager hoped to upgrade Meng Fu's contract. If she comes back to sign her, she must be very angry, this money is spent on her, why not use it to sign Ye Shuning."

He didn't agree to re-sign Meng Fu, it wasn't worth it.

Brother Qian didn't know much about Meng Fu. He had all the top stars in his hands, so it was impossible for him to pay attention to the top 18 stars.

But Manager An has been in the entertainment industry for so long, so he has his reasons for saying this, so Brother Qian didn't pursue Meng Fu anymore.

The entertainment industry has also undergone some changes in recent years. For people like Meng Fu who haven't finished high school, the follow-up development is indeed not high.

**

Jiang family.

It was nearly twelve o'clock, and the hall was still brightly lit.

Yu Zhenling, Jiang Xinran, and Jiang Xinchen also just came back from the province.

When Meng Fu came back with Mr. Jiang, Jiang Xinran was showing Jiang Quan the certificate she got today.

Meng Fu followed Old Master Jiang, calmly watching the harmonious scene under the crystal lamp.

The housekeeper called out "Master" to bring the people in the hall back to their senses.

Yu Zhenling quickly raised her head and said with a smile, "Dad, why are you back now? Look, Xinran won the first prize in mathematical modeling today."

Mr. Jiang pursed his lips, he was a little unhappy, but in front of Jiang Xinran, he didn't show this side, and flatly praised: "Xinran has always been very smart."

He and Meng Fu had just returned. Meng Fu originally wanted to go back to the rented house in No. 1 Middle School, but after the old man had been there, he asked someone to drive the car back to Jiang's house.

Thinking of this, the old man turned his head and turned to Meng Fu: "I'll ask someone to buy you a new house tomorrow."

Before Meng Fu could speak, Jiang Quan, who was waiting for the two to return in the hall, hurriedly put down his teacup and stood up: "Dad, what house do you want to buy?"

"I'm talking about buying a house for Fu'er," Mr. Jiang glanced at him, "the place where Fu'er lives doesn't have an elevator, and the security is not safe. It's pitch black. I'm scared when I go there at night. A girl How to live."

Meng Fu had been living in Jiang's house before, so Mr. Jiang naturally didn't think about buying a house for her.

Now Meng Fu doesn't go back to Jiang's house once a week, so old man Jiang is worried about her place of residence.

Hearing this, Jiang Quan rubbed his nose, "Dad, I'm also planning to tell Fu'er about this, let her move in and live with Xinran, Xinran has a detached villa over there, with a nanny and a cook , the room is enough, and someone will take care of it, so I can rest assured."

Hearing this, Mr. Jiang's face softened.

He also knew that Yu Zhenling arranged a villa for Jiang Xinran to study.

Sitting on the sofa all the time, the drowsy Jiang Xinchen finally turned his head slightly, and said with a dissatisfied expression: "Mom bought it for my sister, so that she can go to the remedial class competition class with peace of mind. One more person disturbs my sister's study." How to do?"

"Xinchen!" Jiang Xinran patted Jiang Xinchen's shoulder, then raised her head, "Grandpa, don't talk nonsense about Xinchen, my sister lives with me, so I'm naturally happy."

"Of course." Yu Zhenling asked someone to serve supper and looked at Meng Fu, "You live with Xinran, you can't disturb your sister's study, you can't go to the second floor, I will ask someone to arrange a room for you on the first floor , nothing more to learn from your sister."

Meng Fu's right hand finger is hooked to the sunglasses. The night is heavy with dew. She has a black coat loosely draped over her shoulders. The figure under the crystal lamp is slender and slender. Hearing this, she only tilts her head slightly and smiles lazily, "No need, Grandpa, I'm not moving."

Her tone was the same as before. Looking at Meng Fu, Mr. Jiang knew that she really didn't want to move.

I didn't mention it again.

The main reason is that he is happy tonight, and Mr. Jiang doesn't want to get angry.

The mobile phone in Meng Fu's pocket rang, she looked down and saw that it was her neighbor across the door, she hung up calmly, and then said something to Mr. Jiang, going upstairs to get ready to rest.

"Go and rest," the old man said very gently to Meng Fu, "I have to see Tong's family tomorrow, so get a good rest tonight."

Let Meng Fu come back today, and there is also the matter of taking Meng Fu to Tong's house tomorrow to discuss the marriage contract.

Hearing the old man's words, Jiang Xinran couldn't help shaking his lips and hands behind him.

Meng Fu didn't respond, she just nodded and went upstairs with her mobile phone.

When she left last time, she only packed her own things, and her room in the Jiang family is still there.

While pressing her phone, she was about to call the opposite door.

At the door of her room, a hand blocked the way.

It's Jiang Xinchen.

He has unrestrained eyebrows and an arrogant appearance, and he is fierce when he looks at people. When he saw Meng Fu looking over, he pursed his lower lip and lowered his voice: "You insist on robbing Brother Tong from my sister? You married into Tong's family What are the benefits? Can you play the piano? Can you arrange flowers? Can you make incense..."

Jiang Xinchen is good at studies, but not as good as Jiang Xinran, especially in mathematics. Even though Jiang Xinran is not his real sister, Jiang Xinchen really regards her as his real sister.

Not only Jiang Xinchen, but Jiang Xinchen's classmates all admire Jiang Xinran.

Meng Fu ignored him, only took his mobile phone, pushed his hand away, and calmly gave him three words: "Don't mess with me."

The door was closed from the inside.

Jiang Xinchen stood at the door, squeezed his numb wrist, stared blankly at the closed door, unable to react for a long time.

Has Meng Fu's strength always been this great?

**

inside the room.

Meng Fu closed the door casually, took out his mobile phone and dialed back to the door opposite her, while sitting next to the desktop computer, turned on the computer, and pressed a few keys casually.

"Someone broke in through the window in your house at night." The neighbor's voice was still cold.

Meng Fu leaned against the back of the chair, knocked on the table with the other hand, and waited for the computer to respond. Jiang's computer was a bit slow, and there was no response for nearly a minute.

She leaned against the back of the chair and said vaguely, "Understood."

The neighbors don't talk too much. Apart from painting, they don't like to study other people's private affairs, so they don't ask too much, "My teacher should come to T city in half a month."

Meng Fu looked up at the sky, "Oh."

The conversation between the two was always brief. She hung up the phone and looked at the computer again. The computer was still showing that it was connecting.

"Bang bang—"

Someone knocked on the door outside, and it was Steward Jiang who came in. He brought Meng Fu a bowl of soup and milk.

"Put it here." Meng Fu got up, opened the cabinet door to get clothes and prepared to take a bath.

Steward Jiang put the tray next to the computer, and just as he put it down, the computer made a "ding dong" sound and a dialog box popped up.

Steward Jiang subconsciously looked over.

**

………The bib winning list came out, but my trumpet didn’t win, goodbye manually