72 Who else could it be other than her?
Meng Fu was currently shooting a magazine.
Now, Meng Fu’s resources had to be approved by su Cheng. Meng Fu had been very popular recently, especially after winning the ” best idol ” award. Many teams wanted to work with her.
Zhao Fan was Meng Fu’s manager, but the first thing Zhao Fan did when she received a job was to communicate with su Cheng.
Meng Fu had already finished her makeup and was following the photographer to the studio. Zhao fan was holding her phone and mumbling behind her, ” you should at least be open for business. You should at least show me your face and let me take a picture.
Meng Fu had not posted on Weibo for a few days.
“Can’t you just find a random angle?” Meng Fu flipped his hair and walked with the wind. which angle do you think I don’t look good from? ”
Zhao Fan. who was holding her phone. was speechless.
Meng Fu tutted and turned to the photographer. “Brother, do you think I’m right?”
The photographer couldn’t help but laugh. His impression of Meng Fu’s cold and aloof attitude had suddenly changed.
Zhao Fan took out her phone and took three pictures.
When she held it in her hand, she realized that Meng Fu was right. She had no blind spots even if she was 360 degrees.
After taking the photos, Zhao Fan used Meng Fu’s Weibo account to post three pictures. There were no accompanying pictures, but three pictures were more than enough for the puffs.
brother Cheng, what’s the situation with the livestream she accepted? ” After Zhao fan sent the picture, he looked at su Cheng, who had been standing at the door.
He asked Meng Fu about the situation of the second variety show he was going to take on.
I’ll get su di to send you the script later. She should like it. it was raining outside today, and the temperature had dropped a few degrees. Su Cheng handed an umbrella and a coat to Zhao fan, his voice cold. go back directly after you’re done filming. There’s still a week before the preliminaries, so there’s no rush.
Zhao Fan took it and remembered that Meng Fu did not wear his coat when he came today.
She raised her head and saw su Cheng pulling up the mask on the other side of his face and walking out of the door slowly. Zhao fan had never seen su Cheng so angry before.
His name was Meng Fu, and he was always called ” Meng Fu ” word for word, just like how he usually spoke in a warm and cold tone. It was completely different from the way su de and his fans called him.
Zhao fan’s phone rang as he was deep in thought.
It was Meng Fu’s phone, and there was no name on the caller ID. Meng Fu was still shooting a magazine, and Zhao Fan was very concerned about Meng Fu’s privacy, so she did not pick up.
However, the people on the phone seemed to be very irascible, and they kept calling one after another.
Zhao fan picked up the third phone call.
She was about to tell the other party that Meng Fu was filming a magazine, but the other party did not give her a chance to speak. miss Meng, I’m Butler Jiang. Madam wants you to come to the art exhibition immediately.
His voice was serious and cold, and there was an inexplicable emotion in it.
Zhao Fan immediately understood who this person was.
Meng Fu’s photoshoot went very smoothly. Her eyes, movements, and temperament were all on point. The photographer couldn’t help but praise her as he took photos. They took a bunch of photos in a row.
After Meng Fu was done, Zhao fan went straight to her and told her about the incident with Butler Jiang.
Butler Jiang sounded very anxious and serious, ” Zhao fan said in a low voice. let’s go there quickly. Do you want to make a phone call and ask? ”
Meng Fu didn’t quite understand why these people were looking for him.
She even wondered if Jiang Quan had sent her painting over.
But this didn’t stop her from not wanting to see Yu zhenling. I’m not going. Come, let’s find a place to drink.
Other than old master Jiang, no one else in the Jiang family could order her around.
“Su di is following us …”
“You go and settle him.” Meng Fu didn’t even look back and just put on his coat.
Zhao Fan was speechless.
As expected of you.
She guessed that she would have to take the blame again.
**
In the lounge of the art exhibition.
At 9:40 am, Yu Yong and Jiang Xinchen also arrived.
As the Vice President of T city’s Art Association, Yu Yong would naturally be there for such an important occasion.
Jiang xinchen gave his ticket to Meng Fu. Without a ticket, he could only look for Yu Yong and follow him backstage. When he heard that Jiang yiran’s painting was gone, Yu Yong’s face darkened. what happened? ”
“Miss’s painting was stolen,” Butler Jiang shook his head.
Jiang Xinchen looked around and frowned. “How did it get stolen? Did you check the surveillance cameras? who is it?”
“Who is it? Who else could it be other than Meng Fu?” Yu zhenling slammed the table, her eyes cold.
Jiang xinchen paused for a moment at this answer. She wouldn’t have no reason to …”
Yu zhenling sneered. no reason? There were many reasons. She hated Xun ran. She hated her for taking her place. She was jealous of her. She hated her uncle for only teaching Xun ran and not her. Also, I’ve always kept the painting with me, except for the time when I was with the Jiang family. Other than her, who else could have taken the painting from the Jiang family?”
Other than Meng Fu, Yu zhenling couldn’t think of anyone else who could have stolen Jiang yiran’s painting from the Jiang family.
It just so happened that the timing was so coincidental. Meng Fu had just called off the engagement with Tong erhuan, and the Tong family had just expressed their goodwill to Jiang Yiran, but Jiang Yiran’s painting was stolen?
And in such a stupid way.
Yu zhenling didn’t even think and knew it was Meng Fu.
The timing was too coincidental. Jiang xinchen didn’t understand, but Yu zhenling understood women’s jealousy.
Jiang xinchen opened his mouth and turned to Jiang yiran, wanting to ask her for her opinion.
Jiang yiran pursed her lips and sat to the side, her face still pale. She didn’t look at Jiang Xinyi, only closed her eyes and didn’t say a word.
Jiang xinchen glanced at the lounge and then turned to the staff. are outsiders allowed to enter this lounge? ”
Hearing Jiang Xintong’s voice, Jiang Yiran pursed her lips and seemed to smile, but it was unknown if she was laughing at herself or something else.
Yu Yong’s expression was unreadable. He turned to Yu zhenling and said,”Meng Fu didn’t come?”
“No, I didn’t,” Butler Jiang frowned. I called her. She probably knows that we’re looking for her about this, so she didn’t come.
“What’s the use of looking for it now? I’ve already missed the first exhibition.” Jiang Yiran said, his face full of mockery.
Yu zhenling’s chest heaved up and down. She was clearly furious.
Yu Yong looked at Jiang yiran, lowered his head, and called old master Jiang. He asked him to inform Meng Fu to come over immediately.
He didn’t mention Meng Fu’s theft of the painting over the phone. He knew that master Jiang had always favored Meng Fu.
**
“There must be something urgent for him to call you in such a hurry. Stop drinking.” Zhao Fan took the bottle of wine from Meng Fu’s hand and asked su de to drive the car over.
Meng Fu had only taken two sips, and Zhao fan kept saying that drinking was bad for the throat. She had explained many times that she had the medicine, but Zhao fan did not believe her.
With master Jiang’s words, Meng Fu didn’t refuse and let su di drive the car to the art exhibition.
It was almost 11 O ‘clock, but there were still many people at the exhibition. There were many luxury cars parked at the entrance.
“Strange, why are we going backstage?” After Zhao Fan went in, she asked someone about the lounge and brought Meng Fu to the lounge in a strange way.
The door to the lounge was ajar.
Zhao fan knocked on the door first, and after getting permission, he pushed it open and let Meng Fu go in first. Su de followed half a step behind them, with her arms crossed and sunglasses on, like a door God.
The moment he entered, he saw half the house full of people.
Meng Fu raised his head and raised his eyebrows.
Before she could finish her sentence, Yu zhenling stood up and walked straight to Meng Fu. She looked at Meng Fu coldly and raised her hand to slap Meng Fu’s face.