Meng Fu is currently shooting for a magazine.

Now all of Meng Fu’s resources must be approved by Su Cheng. Meng Fu has been very popular recently, especially after winning the "Best Idol" championship, and many teams are looking for her to cooperate.

Obviously, Zhao Fan was Meng Fu's agent, but as soon as he received the notice, he would communicate with Su Cheng first.

Meng Fu had already finished her makeup and followed the photographer to the studio. Zhao Fan followed her with her phone, muttering, "We have to open the store anyway, so please give me a straight face so I can take a picture."

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

"Can't you just pick a random angle?" Meng Fu flicked her hair and walked with a breeze, "Which angle do you think doesn't look good on me?"

Zhao Fan, holding the phone: "..."

Meng Fu said "tsk", then turned to the photographer beside him and said, "Brother, do you think I am right?"

The photographer couldn't help laughing, and his cold impression of Meng Fu changed instantly.

Zhao Fan silently took out his cell phone and took three random photos.

...

...

When she took it in her hand and looked at it, she realized that what Meng Fu said was right. She had no blind spots in all 360 degrees.

After taking the photos, Zhao Fan changed Meng Fu's Weibo account and posted three pictures without any accompanying pictures. For those puffs, three pictures were enough.

"Brother Cheng, what's going on with the live broadcast she participated in?" After Zhao Fan sent the picture, he looked at Su Cheng who had been standing at the door.

Ask Meng Fu about the second variety show she is going to take on.

"I'll ask Su Di to send you the script later. She should like it." It was raining outside today and the temperature dropped a few degrees. Su Cheng handed Zhao Fan an umbrella and a coat. His voice was cool and gentle: "You can go back directly after the filming. There is still a week for the preliminaries, so it's not urgent."

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

She looked up and saw Su Cheng reaching out to pull up the other side of the mask and walking slowly towards the door. Zhao Fan had never seen Su Cheng look even slightly angry.

His name is Meng Fu, and he always pronounces it clearly, word by word, "Meng Fu", just like the way he speaks in a gentle and cool manner every day, completely different from the various ways Su Di and his fans call him.

Zhao Fan was just thinking about it when his cell phone rang.

This was Meng Fu's cell phone. There was no signature on the caller ID. Meng Fu was still shooting a magazine. Zhao Fan was very concerned about Meng Fu's privacy and did not answer the phone.

But the callers seemed very angry, one after another.

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

She was about to speak and tell the other party that Guan Mengfu was shooting a magazine, but the other party didn't give her a chance to speak: "Miss Meng, I'm Butler Jiang. Madam wants you to come to the exhibition right away."

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

Zhao Fan immediately understood who this person was.

The photoshoot for Meng Fu went very smoothly. Her eyes, movements, and temperament were all very spot on. The photographer couldn't help but praise her as he took the photos and took a bunch of them in a row.

After Meng Fu finished filming, Zhao Fan walked directly to Meng Fu and told her about what happened with Butler Jiang.

"I see that Butler Jiang's voice is very urgent and serious," Zhao Fan lowered his voice, "Let's go over there quickly. Do you want to make a phone call and ask?"

Meng Fu didn't quite understand why these people were looking for her.

She even wondered if Jiang Quan had sent her painting over.

But this didn't stop her from not wanting to see Yu Zhenling, "No, let's go find a place to drink."

Apart from Grandpa Jiang, no one in the Jiang family can order her around.

"Sudi followed us..."

"You go and deal with him." Meng Fu didn't even turn his head and just put his coat on.

Zhao Fan: “…”

You are worthy of it.

She wondered if one more person would have to take the blame.

**

The lounge of the art exhibition.

At nine forty, Yu Yong and Jiang Xinchen also arrived.

As the vice president of the T City Painting Association, Yu Yong would naturally attend such an important occasion.

Jiang Xinchen gave his ticket to Meng Fu. Without a ticket, he could only ask Yu Yong for a free ticket. He also followed Jiang Xinran to the backstage. After hearing that Jiang Xinran's painting was gone, Yu Yong's face darkened. "What happened?"

Butler Jiang shook his head: "The young lady's painting was stolen."

Jiang Xinchen looked around and frowned, "How could it be stolen? Did you check the surveillance? Who was it?"

"Who? Who else could it be except Meng Fu?" Yu Zhenling slammed the table with a cold look in her eyes.

Jiang Xinchen paused for a moment after answering this question. "She? She wouldn't have any 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 why her uncle only teaches Xinran and not her. Also, I have always kept the painting with me, except for the time I was at the Jiang family. Who else could have taken the painting away from the Jiang family except her?"

Apart from Meng Fu, Yu Zhenling really couldn't think of anyone else who could have stolen Jiang Xinran's paintings from the Jiang family.

What a coincidence! Meng Fu and Tong Eryu had just broken off their engagement, and the Tong family had just shown goodwill to Jiang Xinran, and Jiang Xinran's painting was stolen?

In such a stupid way.

Yu Zhenling knew it was Meng Fu without even thinking about it.

The timing was too coincidental, Jiang Xinchen didn't understand, but Yu Zhenling understood women's jealousy very well.

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

Jiang Xinran pursed her lips and sat aside, her face still pale. She didn't look at Jiang Xinchen, but just closed her eyes without saying a word.

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

Hearing Jiang Xinchen's voice, Jiang Xinran pursed her lips and seemed to smile, not sure if it was self-deprecating or something else.

Yu Yong's face showed no thoughts. He just turned to Yu Zhenling and asked, "Meng Fu didn't come?"

"No." Butler Jiang frowned. "I called her. Maybe she knew we were looking for her for this matter, so she didn't come."

"What's the point of looking for it now? I've already missed the first exhibition." Jiang Xinran spoke with a mocking look on his face.

Yu Zhenling's heart was beating wildly, and she was obviously very angry.

Yu Yong looked at Jiang Xinran, lowered his head, and called Mr. Jiang, asking him to notify Meng Fu to come over immediately.

The matter of Meng Fu stealing the painting was not mentioned on the phone. He knew that Mr. Jiang always favored Meng Fu.

**

"I'm looking for you so urgently, it must be something urgent. Stop drinking." Zhao Fan took the bottle of wine from Meng Fu's hand and asked Su Di to drive the car over.

Meng Fu had only taken a few sips when Zhao Fan kept saying that drinking was bad for the throat. She explained many times that she had medicine, but Zhao Fan just didn't believe her.

Since Mr. Jiang had spoken, Meng Fu did not refuse and asked Su Di to drive the car to the exhibition.

It is almost eleven o'clock now, and there are still many people at the exhibition, and there are many luxury cars parked at the door.

"Strange, why are we going backstage?" After Zhao Fan went in, he asked someone in the lounge, and then took 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 the door open and let Meng Fu go in first. Su Di followed them half a step behind, with his arms folded across his chest, wearing sunglasses, like a door god.

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

Meng Fu looked up and raised her eyebrows: "Looking for me..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Yu Zhenling stood up, walked straight to Meng Fu, looked at her coldly, raised her hand and slapped Meng Fu in the face.