With a slight sound, the celadon teacup was placed on the table.
"Then I'll trouble you to make a trip today, sir." The tone of his voice was neither cold nor indifferent, with a hint of understated gentleness.
Even without seeing her appearance, one can still feel her elegance and grace.
"I... can teach her a few lessons in my spare time." The man was startled and felt an inexplicable pressure, so he compromised.
Meng Fu yawned, one hand on the phone, the other on the back of the chair, turned towards Su Cheng, and smiled with a playful smile: "You found, um, what unreliable teacher?"
Her pair of peach blossom eyes were always filled with a faint mist, and when she smiled, she looked like a fox that had taken shape, both charming and seductive.
Su Cheng was slightly stunned by her smile, and then he said, "It's my fault."
After a while, she returned her gaze to the teapot and poured herself some tea. "Sir, please don't bother me. Sister Zhao, please see me off."
As an agent, Zhao Fan naturally understood the ways of the world. He still smiled and broke the cold and silent atmosphere, and sent the middle-aged man downstairs with sweet words.
Downstairs, the middle-aged man looked at Zhao Fan's back, then raised his head and looked at the three words "Shiwaige" written in iron and silver calligraphy on the restaurant.
...
...
I felt a little uneasy in my heart.
He took out his cell phone and called Mr. Chen's people to ask about Su Cheng's whereabouts.
"Mr. Su?" The person on the other end sounded a little puzzled. "I haven't heard the master mention this person."
After listening to this, the middle-aged man thought carefully again whether there was a family with the surname Su in T City.
He thought for a long time, and after ruling out several families, he still hadn't heard of any family with this surname. He breathed a sigh of relief and decided there was no need to waste time here.
**
Zhao Fan pushed the door open cautiously.
I just happened to see Su Cheng standing in front of the incense burner, adding sandalwood powder with a thin silver spoon.
Meng Fu lay on the table with his hood over his head, and seemed to have fallen asleep.
Not to mention Meng Fu, Zhao Fan also wanted to sleep every time she entered this box, mainly because of the sandalwood, which was a bit hypnotic. However, she was timid and did not dare to sleep in front of Su Cheng.
Seeing Zhao Fan coming back out of the corner of his eye, Su Cheng put the spoon aside and glanced at Meng Fu who was lying on the table: "How is she doing recently? She dares to sleep here."
Zhao Fan also felt that Meng Fu had changed recently. He shook his head and lowered his voice, "I don't know, but she moved all her things to the rental house and said she wanted to be a good person. By the way, this is the disc I asked the program team for. She has really improved a lot. Brother Cheng, please stop scolding her."
Su Cheng paused.
Turning around, he looked at Zhao Fan.
He was very tall, a full head taller than Zhao Fan. The white sweater he wore was of soft texture, which diluted his handsomeness and made him look even more elegant and refined.
When he first met Su Cheng, Zhao Fan almost thought he was an ancient young man in blue who had traveled through time thousands of years ago. He didn't think at all that he was the assistant assigned to Meng Fu by the company.
Zhao Fan was a little afraid to look him in the eye. Although Su Cheng was Meng Fu's assistant, they rarely saw Su Cheng, basically only once a month.
What Zhao Fan remembers most clearly about Su Cheng is that a year ago, Meng Fu was blackmailed by the entire Internet for lip-syncing, and the company almost gave up on Meng Fu.
The next day, people on Weibo seemed to have forgotten about the incident.
Whether it was the rivals or the public relations, the “lip-syncing” incident was completely deleted, as if nothing had happened. If Zhao Fan hadn’t taken screenshots, he would have thought he had lost his memory.
"Well," Su Cheng took the USB flash drive that Zhao Fan handed to him, looked at the sleeping Meng Fu and thought for a while, then said in a cool voice, "Wait until she wakes up before leaving."
After Su Cheng left the door, Zhao Fan still hadn't reacted.
When did Brother Cheng become so easy to talk to?
Every time they saw him, she and Meng Fu hardly even dared to raise their heads.
After working with Su Cheng for two years, Zhao Fan knew that Su Cheng was a mysophobe. This box was Su Cheng's exclusive box. Every time he gave an order, she and Meng Fu could not stay for even a minute longer.
Today, for the first time in history, Meng Fu was allowed to sleep until he woke up?
**
When Meng Fu returned to the program crew, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening. She put her hood on her head.
When passing by the training room, the lights in several large training rooms were still on. The next round would be an elimination system, and the trainees were working harder than each other.
Meng Fu prepared to go back and take a shower first.
When she was almost at the dormitory door, she looked up at it, then walked in as if nothing had happened. The door was closed, leaving only a slight gap.
Outside the door, Meng Fu could still hear Ding Liuyue's voice: "What can I do? I gave up studying for this opportunity. The performance will be held in a few days, and the last 20 will be eliminated. Chu Yue, don't you know what my ranking was in the last public performance? 37th! If there is any mistake in this performance, I will lose this opportunity forever."
"Ding Liuyue, you have to hand in the music tomorrow morning. These days, Chu Yue and the others have been fully cooperating with you in writing lyrics and choreography. Now you say you want to join Jiang Ran's team?" Wei Jin looked at Ding Liuyue in disbelief.
"I'm sorry, I've already told my instructor about this, and he agreed," Ding Liuyue didn't look at Chu Yue and Wei Jin, "I'm just telling you today."
Ding Liuyue admitted that she felt sorry for Chu Yue and the others by doing this, but she didn't want the next performance to be her last.
Who in the entertainment industry doesn’t want to climb up?
So does she.
Their team was not as good as Jiang Ran's to begin with, and now with the addition of Meng Fu, her chances are even slimmer.
After saying that, she opened the door and was about to go out, just in time to see Meng Fu leaning against the door frame, playing with her cell phone.
Ding Liuyue would feel guilty when facing Chu Yue and others, but not when facing Meng Fu.
She didn't even look at Meng Fu and went straight to the training room.
Meng Fu then entered the dormitory. Seeing that everyone else in the group was there, she was not surprised and just closed the door gently.
"I'll go find Liu Yue. She must be hiding something." Wei Jin stood up from the bed.
Meng Fu reached into her pocket and took out the sandalwood and utensils she had gotten from Su Cheng, and lit them up slowly. "She had already made an agreement with Jiang Ran. I saw her at the stairs the night before yesterday. It's no use for you to look for her."
Hearing this, Wei Jin's face turned pale and he sat down weakly on the bed.
The others also looked dejected and unwilling.
Meng Fu finished ordering and admired Tan Xiang. She was always lazy and spoke slowly. "She left and left. She didn't put in the effort to help you write the song."
"You don't understand." Wei Jin and the others didn't intend to vent their anger on Meng Fu. They just smiled bitterly. "In our team, she's the only one who can write music. The original song that Teacher Tang gave us these past two days is at Liu Yue's place. We all choreographed and wrote lyrics to match her style. It's due tomorrow morning. We've finished the choreography and lyrics, but we need her to write the music."
I want them to be completely confused.
The audience and teachers don’t care why they don’t have the repertoire.
Meng Fu turned around, looked at Wei Jin, stretched out her hand to hook her chin, and smiled calmly: "Don't cry, we can fill it ourselves."
Fill it out yourself? How do I fill this in?
Chu Yue, Wei Jin and others were completely stunned. Not to mention that they didn't know how to compose music, even if they did, it was simply impossible for them to compose the music in just one night.
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