Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

One word at a time, every word punishes the heart.

Netizens tacitly set scripts for some variety shows, but everyone didn't think about Meng Fu that much, after all...

Everyone is familiar with Escape from the Haunted House.

Everyone else knows about Meng Fu's bug performance in it.

It's just that as soon as the program aired today, some people took the rhythm on the Internet again.

Mainly because the Go Club and Go fans are not happy.

Because people from R country provoked the Weiqi club two years ago, making Weiqi a popular game, there are many people who know how to play Weiqi on Weibo, so many people watched Qu Ming.

They are all Go lovers. When they heard Meng Fu criticize the Xuanyuan game, the Go lovers all rushed over after hearing the news——

[Everyone understands, the first episode of the second season of A Day of the Star, Meng Fu didn't get an outstanding student, just like He Miao's stinky chess basket]

[A stinky chess basket spraying Xuanyuan game garbage? Landing on the moon and touching porcelain? 】

[Shouldn't the question be that even Meng Fu doesn't know how to play Go, how did she know how to solve it? 】

[She didn't know it before, couldn't she learn it? It's annoying to death. 】

After this Weibo came out, [Sangyu Bailian] became a trending topic, and everyone thought she was a victim.

Sister Mo looked at this Weibo, paused for a moment, then looked at Yang Liufang, Let me ask, don't be angry, the program team, did they really not help Meng Fu cheat?

Even Sister Mo thought so, let alone some viewers.

Yang Liufang pressed her temples and sighed, The show crew didn't even know she was going, so how could they prepare for her in advance?

That's really crazy, Sister Mo clicked her tongue. Of course she believed in Yang Liufang, Why don't you ask your cousins? You're useless anyway.

Yang Liufang was silent for a while after listening to Sister Mo's words.

Then he turned on his phone and called Meng Fu.

Meng Fu was still at the theater of Gods and Demons, and it was Su Cheng who answered the phone. His voice was a bit cold, Hello?

Yang Liufang, I made a mistake.

No, it's Meng Fu's call. She's filming. Do you have anything to do? Su Cheng looked at Meng Fu who was tied to the wire, and said in a casual voice, I'm her assistant.

This voice made Yang Liufang inexplicably think of the man next to Meng Fu he saw last time.

Yang Liufang paused for a moment, and then said what happened on the Internet.

The other party just said I know lightly.

Fuck? This is gone? Sister Mo saw Yang Liufang hang up the phone, and within a minute, the Weibo that asked Meng Fu's match disappeared.

Truly a top-notch team.

It's a top-notch team.

Arrogant enough.

Domineering enough.

**

Meng Fu didn't know from the beginning to the end that there was a trending search for her Go.

After filming her scenes, she changed her clothes and went back to the hotel to sleep.

Because it was delayed for half a month some time ago, the whole crew has been working overtime for the last week to make up for the previous one.

Zhao Fan was going to watch TV at the hotel tonight, and knowing that Su Cheng was coming to pick Meng Fu up, he didn't have to follow him.

The wind in December is getting colder and colder.

Meng Fu was wearing a big black cotton-padded jacket, put a big hat on his head, and walked lazily behind Su Cheng, I'm hungry.

At the end of the year, Su Di has to go back to work for a few days.

For the past few days, Meng Fu has been eating meals from the film crew.

Su Cheng stood at the corner of the street, looking around, there were still a few shops open around the hotel, Su Cheng turned around to wait for her, and asked casually, What do you want to eat?

Meng Fu lazily stepped on his shadow, looked up and saw the nearest barbecue stand: Barbecue.

She hasn't eaten much these days.

Su Cheng didn't ask her, went into the barbecue restaurant, and ordered some barbecue on the menu. The boss's barbecue stall was cold, and the things he ordered were grilled very quickly.

The roast will be served in a moment.

Then two cans of Coke were served with a snap.

Meng Fu took a skewer of meat, stared at the two cans of Coke abruptly, gradually slowed down his hand, and then looked up at Su Cheng. Under the less bright light, Su Cheng's face seemed to be much softer.

Meng Fu raised his head, and praised Su Cheng very earnestly: This Coke is the finishing touch, it's a magical hand.

Thank you. Su Cheng said.

Meng Fu took a bite of the meat and felt that the barbecue was actually okay. She let out a breath and recommended to Su Cheng: This barbecue is not bad, you should try it.

Su Cheng leaned against the back of the chair and glanced up and down the barbecue. The cuffs of the white sweater were loosely rolled up, like snow on the eaves.

No matter where he is, he is dignified, even if he is sitting in this barbecue stall, he looks noble and Qinghua.

Just as Meng Fu was thinking, he heard him utter three words coldly: Not clean.

Meng Fu: ...

Her face was successfully darkened.

not talking anymore.

She drank two cans of Coke.

After eating the barbecue, Su Cheng paid, Meng Fu didn't wait for him, and walked directly to the hotel. The hotel is not far from the production crew, and there is a scenic spot nearby. Although it was almost twelve o'clock, there were still many people.

At the elevator entrance, a few teenagers with dyed hair and two girls must have been drinking and fighting at the elevator entrance.

Meng Fu wore a padded jacket hat on his head.

Her black padded jacket is very loose, which makes her look very thin, and only her hands are visible from the injuries all over her body.

She was holding a black mobile phone, her fingertips were long and lustrous, as white as jade.

Very beautiful hands, very beautiful bones.

The two teenagers whistled at her involuntarily, staring at her with naked eyes.

Ding--

The elevator doors opened.

Several teenagers went in, occupying most of the elevator space, looking up and down at Meng Fu.

Meng Fu casually stood in, squeezed his fingers, You don't want your own eyes anymore?

A gloomy voice sounded.

The teenagers were stunned for a moment, but Meng Fu looked up and saw Su Cheng was just a few steps away. She let go of her fist again, as if nothing happened, and moved to the side to make room for Su Cheng.

Su Cheng glanced at her, didn't come up, just stretched out his hand, took her wrist, and pulled her out of the elevator.

When the teenagers standing in the elevator looked up, they trembled even more when they touched a pair of bottomless eyes.

Hastily reached out and pressed the door close button until the elevator door slowly closed, the feeling of being stared at by the god of death finally disappeared.

Meng Fu watched the elevator door close, and she could feel the extremely strong hands clasped on her hands, with a slightly cold breath, just like his whole body, she tilted her head and looked at Su Cheng, with a half-smile: Not clean?

Su Cheng didn't speak, but he didn't let go either.

Meng Fu clicked his tongue and watched the elevator climb up, If you hadn't come, how many of them are there now, she described, you have to lie down.

The elevator is monitored. Su Cheng said lightly.

Meng Fu looked at Su Cheng.

Su Cheng looked at the floor where the elevator stopped, the 12th floor, looked away lightly, and pressed the elevator again, Let's go.

**

It's so late, why do you open the window? Zhao Fan, who had finished chasing Meng Fu's variety show in the middle of the night, went to the hall to pour water, and saw Meng Fu leaning against the window, which was open, It's not cold.

She came to close the window and muttered, Ancestor, you are going to be sick, and we are the ones who are unlucky.

Meng Fu looked at Zhao Fan lazily, Did you hear that?

What? Zhao Fan looked at her.

Someone is screaming. Meng Fu yawned.

Zhao Fan opened the window and listened for a while, but heard nothing, only looked at Meng Fu, Dog...you Zhao Fan!

Halfway through speaking, Zhao Fan changed his words abruptly.

Meng Fu looked away.

You're going to attend an award ceremony the day after tomorrow. Zhao Fan looked at Meng Fu, The music award is the song you performed solo. It seems that you've been shortlisted.

Yeah. Meng Fu responded casually, Go and tell the director.

Also, something happened to you at Go today. Zhao Fan recalled the hotly searched incident, and briefly talked to Meng Fu, Shall we clarify?

Meng Fu waved his hand lazily, and walked towards the room: Clarify what, just remove it, trouble.

Zhao Fan looked at Meng Fu's back, clicked his tongue, and watched Meng Fu close the door, Brother Cheng has already withdrawn from Weibo.

Meng Fu hasn't slept well these days.

Those who are chaotic will always dream of some dreams.

I fell asleep that night, and dreamed about those again in a daze.

From as long as she could remember, Yang Hua had been in a bad spirit, and she was taking care of them when the village chief's grandma.

The village chief's grandmother is ill.

Later, the village head's grandmother died.

**

On 12.9, Meng Fu took a leave of absence from the crew to attend the awards ceremony.

The awards ceremony happened to be in Beijing.

Su Cheng went back with her, seeing that the award ceremony was going, he went back to Su's house first.

Yang Hua knew that Meng Fu had returned to the capital, so she called her, Ah Fu, how many days will you be back?

Stay for two more days. Anyway, he returned to the capital, and Meng Fu reckoned that he had finished dealing with the thesis.

Yang Hua looked at Yang Lai who was looking at her, Then you want to come to your uncle's place for dinner? There is a celebration banquet.

Celebration banquet? Meng Fu raised his eyebrows.

Just, your cousin's celebration banquet, she seems to have won a prize in mathematics. Yang Hua said casually.

Well, it depends. Meng Fu was putting on makeup, and said lazily, I don't know when the awards ceremony will be.

Hearing Meng Fu's words, Yang Hua didn't ask any further questions.

Meng Fu hung up the phone. She was wearing a black dress today, and the stylist was styling her.

Zhao Fan looked at Meng Fu's dress and clicked his tongue, It smells like money from head to toe.

Meng Fu is going to walk the red carpet later, and her current traffic only depends on walking with Tang Ze in the middle and backcourt, two old-timers in the music scene.

Meng Fu. Seeing Meng Fu, Tang Ze frowned.

His voice is light, without the obscurity of the original, with a unique ethereal sound.

Meng Fu knew some inside information, looked at Tang Ze, and couldn't help blinking: Congratulations, Teacher Tang.

Tang Ze looked at Meng Fu and sighed in his heart. He never thought that he would return to the top one day, Let's go.

He took a step behind and let Meng Fu go ahead.

All five of Tang Ze's songs this year were selected.

He and Meng Fu were the finale.

Xi Nancheng was two people in front of them. After walking the red carpet, Xi Nancheng didn't leave. He just stood at the end of the red carpet and waited for Tang Ze and Meng Fu with complicated eyes.

Let's go, Xi Nancheng's manager lowered his voice, Sang Yu will wait for you later.

Xi Nancheng remembered the business, turned around and walked to the venue.

As soon as he turned around, he saw not far away a slender man wearing a black padded jacket. The man was wearing a mask and a pure white padded jacket. With just one glance, Xi Nancheng recognized who it was. He pursed his lips and sped up. The pace is leaving.

Mr. Su. After Tang Ze and Meng Fu walked the red carpet, seeing Su Cheng, Tang Ze was very polite.

Su Cheng handed the padded jacket to Meng Fu, and nodded slightly at Tang Ze.

He handed the thermos cup to Meng Fu again.

Meng Fu put on the padded jacket and held the thermos cup.

He followed Meng Fu about three steps away. Not far away, two female fans broke through the security guards and sent flowers to Meng Fu.

The female fan holding a large bouquet of roses looked at Meng Fu with a flushed face: Brother Fu, the future is bright! Eat more meat!

Okay. Meng Fu looked at her and curled his lips slightly.

The female fan hurriedly poked her companion again, Aren't you a fan of Brother Fu? Why are you so embarrassed?

The companion next to the female fan finally raised her head.

Su Cheng suddenly raised his hand, took Meng Fu's wrist, and brought her behind him.

Snapped--

A bottle of boiling water was thrown directly at Meng Fu.

Shameless, you colluded with the program group to frame us Yu Bao and Qu Ming! You also insulted the Xuanyuan Bureau, Meng Fu, are you worthy!

The audience was silent, even the red carpet was silent for a while.

Are you okay? Su Cheng lowered his head and checked Meng Fu's side.

Not a drop of water splashed on Meng Fu.

Su Cheng was slightly relieved, and looked at the girl, Security!

The security guards had already come to take the girl who splashed water down, and the girl fan who had just sent flowers to Meng Fu was pale, and looked at the fan who splashed water on Meng Fu in disbelief.

Meng Fu lowered his head and looked at Su Chenghang's hand on the other side, it was obviously splashed with boiling water.

Ben's fair and slender left hand was a lot red.

Su Cheng looked at the approaching media and tilted his head slightly, Let's go in first.

Meng Fu looked up, Wait a minute.

The security guard stopped and watched Meng Fu walking over step by step.

The water-splashing female fan was not afraid at all when she saw Meng Fu approaching. Artists these days don't even dare to do anything to black fans. If they did, it would be the artist's fault.

The water-splashing female fan wasn't afraid of Meng Fu at all, and was even extremely arrogant, Bah, you don't deserve my apology!

Meng Fu glanced at her indifferently, and unscrewed the thermos cup in his hand. She was taller than the girls, and wore high heels, condescending. Under many media, as a public artist, she held the thermos cup from the top of the woman's head. Slowly pour down.

**

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