Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

Cousin? On the other end of the phone, Butler Yang was taken aback.

It had been a week since the last time Meng Fu was mentioned, but Steward Yang didn't think of Meng Fu for a moment.

Yang Liufang stood the box aside, guessed this, and pursed her lips slightly, I'm not talking about A Xun's cousin, it's another one.

She has never been noticed at home.

During the holidays, her mother would call her.

Yang Lai doesn't like her entering the entertainment industry, and has an agreement with her. If she doesn't get along well, she will go back to the Yang family to take over the finances. Yang Liufang is used to being neglected and doesn't care. Right now, Steward Yang has forgotten about Meng Fu. , but she was a little irritable.

As soon as Yang Liufang reminded him, Steward Yang remembered Meng Fu, and frowned slightly: She went to record the show with you in the end? Didn't it cause you any trouble?

He remembered that some time ago Yang Liufang didn't want Meng Fu to record variety shows.

Because of this, he was particularly dissatisfied with Meng Fu.

Yang Liufang shook her head and said seriously, No, she's fine, she...

That's good, Second Miss, come back as soon as possible. Hearing that the other party didn't cause Yang Liufang any trouble, Steward Yang felt relieved.

He was in a hurry and had to arrange a banquet, which interrupted Yang Liufang's next words.

Don't want to hear more.

Yang Liufang pressed her brows together. Butler Yang was the confidant Mrs. Duan brought with her when she married into the Yang family. Yang Liufang was used to this character. She swallowed the words that came to her lips: Okay.

When the two of them said this, they didn't say anything more.

Yang Liufang hung up the phone, pushed the suitcase and went out. As soon as he went out, he saw that several other resident guests had packed up and stood in the yard without leaving.

In fact, they had packed up a long time ago, but subconsciously they didn't leave. They stood in the yard and waited for Yang Liufang to come out.

Are you going directly to the airport? Except for Lu Wei, there was no private nanny car at the scene, and they were all picked up by the crew's car. Lu Wei invited Yang Liufang to take his own car.

Yang Liufang shook her head, Thank you, no need.

She wants to go to Zhao Mengfu first.

Okay then. Lu Wei said goodbye to Yang Liufang politely, and left first.

Xiao Fang bid farewell to the parrot in the yard, and he waved to the parrot: Bye bye.

Parrot: Dad.

Xiao Fang took a step back in fright, Don't bark, I'm not your father.

If Meng Fu saw this, how would he explain it?

Yang Liufang: ...

Sister Yang, this is the wine you bought yesterday. Xiao Fang taught the parrot a lesson, then handed the wine to Yang Liufang, I don't think Brother Fu took it away.

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Small hotel in town.

Yang Liufang got out of the car with the suitcase and came to look for Meng Fu.

As soon as she got out of the car, she lowered her head and took out her mobile phone to send a WeChat message to Meng Fu, when she saw a woman looking at her, Miss Yang, are you here to see our Brother Fu?

Yang Liufang looked at the woman and was slightly taken aback.

I'm Meng Fu's manager, Zhao Fan. Zhao Fan carried a bag of apples and smiled politely at Yang Liufang, I'll take you to find her.

Zhao Fan, a well-known gold broker in the circle.

Yang Liufang had heard her name before, and this was the first time seeing her, Thank you.

Yang Liufang nodded to her.

The hotel is not big and the corridors are narrow.

Zhao Fan took her to the third floor, knocked on the door of a room, and let her in after getting a response from inside.

You talk, I'm next door, call me if you need something. Zhao Fan poured Yang Liufang a glass of water, then took the wine from Yang Liufang's hand, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Meng Fu's back.

Thank you. Yang Liufang thanked.

After Zhao Fan went out, Yang Liufang took a look at the room.

The hotel room is very small, with a bed, a simple table, and a chair. Meng Fu is sitting on the chair. The computer is turned on and there is a document on it.

The document is densely packed with mathematical symbols, and you can also see a line of collection graphs.

Sister, do it first. Meng Fu turned his head, nodded to Yang Liufang, and let her sit on the bed, Wait for me a moment.

The two have similar personalities, and they are both of the less talkative type.

But Yang Liufang tends to be cold, Meng Fu tends to be lazy, and does everything lazily.

Yang Liufang sat on the bed holding the water glass, pursing her lips, but she didn't look embarrassed.

Meng Fu was wearing a headset, pressing the keyboard with one hand, and holding the mouse with the other. She was talking to Mrs. Galton.

This paper is due to be handed in soon, and Mr. Galton is doing a final check with her.

Who are you talking to? Mr. Galton asked on the other end of the computer.

My sister, Meng Fu called out the mathematical formula software, re-imported a high-order derivative, modified the red formula marked by Mr. Galton, and took a screenshot to the other party, Do you think this format is correct?

Mr. Galton looked at the screenshot, The format is correct, your final result has not been modified??

I re-modified the Gaussian model, Meng Fu turned to the last few pages, all of which were her models and color distribution maps, expanded to twenty dimensions, and obtained the sample difference.

She passed the entire document, I have to show this to the dean of the engineering department.

Okay, I'll help you submit it here at the University of Continental. Teacher Galton looked through the entire academic research, and Meng Fu did not disappoint her: Submit it directly to the union headquarters, and you will definitely pass the freshman assessment.

Meng Fu's place is too far away from the Federation, and it will take half a month after these papers are printed out and sent there.

At this time, Mr. Galton didn't want to wait any longer.

Meng Fu had spent a month studying the difficult problem, and it would be difficult to understand if he failed the assessment.

She was talking to Mr. Galton.

Yang Liufang sat on the bed, took a sip of water, and looked up at Meng Fu.

Yang Liufang's grades are not very good, especially in mathematics, otherwise she would not have plunged into the entertainment circle without looking back.

Every year when she went home, listening to Yang Zhaolin discussing mathematics with Pei Xi gave her a headache. She knew English, but she couldn't understand the bunch of mathematical terms that Meng Fu and Mr. Galton were uttering.

As for the complicated numbers and formulas on Meng Fu's computer, she couldn't even understand them.

It can only be seen that Meng Fu is very powerful.

Thinking of this, Yang Liufang couldn't help but laugh a little. The person in front of him is the No. 1 student in the college entrance examination who has caused a sensation in the entire entertainment industry. Isn't he amazing?

I don't know how they compare to Yang Zhaolin...

Yang Liufang thought for a while.

After Meng Fu finished talking to Mr. Galton, he turned around and looked at Yang Liufang, Have you finished recording the show?

Meng Fu's casual words made Yang Liufang relax instantly.

Calculated, this should be the first time Meng Fu and Yang Liufang met in private, without having to worry about the camera.

Before you came, we had been recording for a day, Yang Liufang explained, paused, then looked at Meng Fu seriously, Thank you.

Yang Liufang's manager, Sister Mo, and Yang Butler felt that Meng Fu did not want to give up this resource, especially after Yang Liufang clearly hoped that Meng Fu would not come, Meng Fu still wanted to come.

The first time she saw Meng Fu yesterday, Yang Liufang knew why Meng Fu came to this show.

Meng Fu raised his eyebrows, but smiled, and took a sip of water unhurriedly: You're welcome, sister.

Are you writing a math paper? Yang Liufang looked at the computer.

Yang Liufang knew that Meng Fu was a big star, she didn't pay much attention to Meng Fu before, she mostly heard about her from people around her.

Last night before going to bed, I searched Meng Fu on my phone.

Only then did he know a lot about Meng Fu.

The four rich women in the entertainment industry.

Going forward, Yang Liufang could no longer pursue it, and she felt strange about these four rich women. She remembered that when Butler Yang talked about Yang Hua, he was quite dissatisfied with Yang Hua herself and Yang Hua's living environment.

Yang Hua didn't even graduate from elementary school, so where did the Jiang family come from?

Yeah. Meng Fu pushed open the glass window and happened to see a black car stop downstairs.

She leaned against the desk and answered lazily.

Yang Liufang paused after saying this, That's right, the Yang family has a family banquet today, and my grandma is here too. Will you go back to the capital with me? My dad has mentioned it several times.

Yang Lai did ask Yang Liufang about Meng Fu several times.

He would definitely like a smart and good-looking girl like Meng Fu very much.

Meng Fu had unilaterally met Yang Lai many times on the Internet, but it was not official, mainly because Meng Fu didn't like the housekeeper of the Yang family very much.

She didn't go back to Yang Liufang immediately, she just looked at the people who got on and off the car downstairs, stood up straight, and said to Yang Liufang seriously: Wait a minute, I'm going to throw out the trash.

As Meng Fu said, he stood up straight, took out the garbage under the table, and went out to throw out the garbage.

Yang Liufang looked at the garbage in that area, it seemed that it was all cans.

She straightened her expression, and the mobile phone in her pocket happened to remember that it was Yang Lai who seldom called her.

The tone of Yang Lai's conversation with Yang Liufang has always been very flat: I heard from the housekeeper that you are with your cousin?

Yang Liufang looked outside the door and let out a casual hmm.

Yang Lai coughed a little, That's just right, you two are finished recording the show, come back together.