Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

The director and the planner looked at each other, then the director called Jiang Xinran and told her about it.

Thank you, director. On the other end of the phone, Jiang Xinran could hear that although she was hiding something, she could hear it happily.

The director hung up the phone, looked at the planner, and dug his ears: What did you say before?

Before planning, he maintained the same attitude as the producer. He always felt that Jiang Xinran was the biggest dark horse. He regretted for a long time that he couldn't cooperate last night.

Talk to the director all night long.

Right now, planning: ...

After the photographer's explanation, the planner knew that Meng Fu was able to find the National Exhibition because of Jiang Xinran.

At this moment, the planners can only mourn for Jiang Xinran for two seconds. As for the remaining time, they will use it to plan the National Exhibition.

The first day of the National Exhibition will officially start tomorrow.

The program team had to work out the process overnight, but fortunately, they also made some plans for Jiang Xinran's personal solo, which can be used at this time.

**

The next day, early in the morning.

There was a meeting in the emergency room. The Emergency Room program group donated ten tickets to the emergency room. Ten medical staff could take a day off to watch the exhibition. They first selected ten medical staff.

Jiang Xinran asked the program team for leave early in the morning, Director, I have an interview today, and I have to go to the booth to put on makeup in advance and wait for the reporter.

The director directly sent a cameraman to go with Jiang Xinran, We won't be there until the afternoon.

Jiang Xinran nodded with a smile.

She went out with the photographer and saw Tong Eryu waiting for her at the hospital gate.

Tong Eryu's handsome appearance and tall stature attracted many people's attention.

Where's Mr. Luo? Jiang Xinran didn't see Mr. Luo beside Tong Eryu.

Tong Eryu said, He left early, and finally, Is the matter resolved?

Jiang Xinran smiled, Yes.

The two stopped talking and went directly to the art exhibition.

Both main roads are very congested today.

When Jiang Xinran and Tong Eryu arrived at the gate, many people were waiting in line to enter.

Jiang Xinran was a guest invited by the art exhibition, so she naturally didn't have to queue up. She took Tong Eryu to the entrance of the staff next to her, and her eyes wandered among the queued people.

Seeing the two people lined up in a long line, Jiang Xinran's gaze paused, and her eyes deepened, as expected.

Yang Hua and Mrs. Yang are both there.

Jiang Xinran glanced at Yang Hua, only looking at Madam Yang who was wearing a purple coat, a smile flickered on the corner of her mouth, and then quickly disappeared.

She gave the work card to the staff, and the staff recognized her, and said quickly, Miss Jiang, today's main venue is the central booth of the T3 exhibition hall. Go straight, turn left and then right, the spherical building is here.

Emergency room.

Meng Fu and Qiao Le prepared surgical gowns early in the morning.

This is a fourth-level operation, and Dr. Chen's deputy surgeon is a professor from the hospital.

Seeing Meng Fu approaching, Dr. Chen looked directly at her, You fight.

The professor who was the deputy knife was very surprised, and couldn't help but look at Meng Fu more, but Dr. Chen said that Meng Fu should do it, and the deputy knife didn't say much.

The operation took five and a half hours.

After the operation, Dr. Chen asked the deputy knife to sew up the wound, while he looked at Meng Fu and Qiao Le: I heard that you have a collaboration today, you can go with the other nurses, and come back early in the evening to meet the new observer.

Meng Fu nodded, Okay.

After the two went out, the assistant surgeon finished stitching up the wound, and the anesthetist took over the patient. Then the assistant surgeon looked at Dr. Chen, Is that girl just now the new star to be cultivated?

I said you didn't believe me? Dr. Chen asked.

The deputy knife shook her head, Impossible, she is very powerful, she is unruffled in times of danger, her hands are very steady, when she cut the skin for you just now, she was not far from the tumor at all.

Didn't recognize it? Dr. Chen took off his gloves and threw them into the waste disposal. She is Meng Fu, the only celebrity guest this time.

Deputy knife: ...???

He has been focusing on the patient's life state, where can he recognize Meng Fu wearing a mask?

No, is it so difficult to be an artist these days? ?

**

When Meng Fu and Qiao Le came out after taking off their surgical gowns, they still smelled of disinfectant.

Song Jia and Gao Mian were still busy in the lobby.

Today's art exhibition was linked, but neither of them was interested, so they didn't go.

Seeing Meng Fu taking off his surgical gown and going out, both of them were a little taken aback, Are you going?

Meng Fu took his coat and nodded, Yes.

Song Jia unbuttoned his white coat, I'll go too.

After the operation, Qiao Le felt quite relaxed. After returning home last night, she read Weibo from beginning to end. At this moment, she looked at Meng Fu: Why don't you go? Weibo is very hostile.

Meng Fu put on his coat, Don't worry.

Seeing Meng Fu's appearance, Qiao Le nodded without asking further, I'm with you.

Gao Mian saw that they were all going, so naturally it was impossible to stay here alone.

The four of them got into the car of the program group together.

There were several photographers in the car for the program group, and Qiao Le felt strange looking at these photographers.

Isn't it Jiang Xinran's collaboration today?

Why are photographers in their cars?

**

After a while, we arrived at the exhibition.

However, it is not the gate of the exhibition, nor the entrance of the staff of the exhibition, but the back entrance of the exhibition.

There was a red carpet at the back door.

As soon as the car arrived, the photographer of the program group directly hung up the sign, and then got out of the car with the camera.

A few people inside with the Staff sign came out and greeted Meng Fu directly: Miss Meng, you are finally here, follow me quickly, the press conference has begun!

These people were too enthusiastic, Qiao Le and the others were taken aback.

En. Meng Fu lowered his hat, and followed the staff inside without any surprise.

The three are Ms. Meng's friends, right? The staff looked at Qiao Le and the three again, The three are also joint guests, please follow me.

The three of Qiao Le looked at each other and followed the staff to go in. Is the program group so powerful?

The back passage is quiet.

Not many people met.

Meng Fu was wearing a peaked cap and an ordinary coat, so no one would let her out.

All the way to the VIP reception room.

Miss Meng, please wait for a few minutes, the staff pointed to the end of the red carpet, Mr. Fang and Mr. Liu will come later, and you can go out. The guests from Exhibition A and Exhibition B are ahead.

Meng Fu nodded, Okay.

Behind Meng Fu, the staff carrying the camera reminded Meng Fu and the other three, Remember to forward the official Weibo of the program group.

Qiao Le came back to her senses, she has her own Weibo, thanks to Meng Fu's blessing, she gained 700,000 followers.

Just click on Weibo and go to the follow list to find the official Weibo.

Sitting next to Qiao Le, Meng Fu also picked up his phone and checked the Weibo of the program group.

It is the Weibo of the fantasy linkage initiated by the program group. It mainly briefly introduces the main content of this linkage, and finally said that there is a big surprise for everyone.

Meng Fu glanced casually.

Then retweeted and commented: [Here we come. 】

Simple and clear, as always, is her Meng Fu's style.

She has always been a traffic icon in the circle, once she forwarded it, the app almost exploded.

Meng Fu's Weibo is okay, it's all fans' comments.

The comments forwarded by the major media are appalling.

[Jiang Xinran's collaboration, what are you going to do? 】

[The face is really big. 】

[Didn't Meng Fu still have a painting in the Shang T City Painting Association before, maybe she is also a member of the Painting Association? In an issue of Friends before, a teacher from the painting association wanted to accept her. Maybe she also had paintings in the exhibition. 】

[Upstairs is funny, do you think that any cat or dog can go to the National Exhibition? (hehe) (hehe)]

【Jiang Xinran was able to participate in the C-level art exhibition a year ago, this time at least B-level. 】

[Why, the top streamers will also catch the attention of amateurs? @孟润Excuse me, did Ning receive the invitation to the art exhibition? If you have the ability, don't wait for this linkage, get a booth yourself. 】

【…】

Meng Fu knew that the rhythm on Weibo had always been very good, but he didn't expect the rhythm to be so good.

After Qiao Le reposted Weibo, she went to chat with Meng Fu. She knew that Meng Fu had a lot of negative news in the past two days.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw Meng Fu flipping through the comments on the media's Weibo. Qiao Le was taken aback for a moment, and then said, Leave them alone, they're all idiots.

En. Meng Fu said lightly.

He lowered his head and fiddled with his phone.

Seeing Meng Fu's appearance, Qiao Le thought that she really didn't care. After all, Meng Fu was in the entertainment industry, so he should have been used to this.

Until a minute later, her special concern showed a hint.

Just two seconds ago, Meng Fu forwarded a Weibo——

v Meng Fu: Your father has. //@小猪不肥: Why, top streamers will also catch the popularity of amateurs? @孟润Excuse me, did Ning receive the invitation to the art exhibition? If you have the ability, don't wait for this linkage, get a booth yourself.

It's not the best.

in a minute.

Xiangcheng Art Exhibition reposted Meng Fu's Weibo.

vXiangcheng Art Exhibition: Yes, Dad. //@v孟斤: Your father has it. //@小猪不肥: Why, top streamers will also catch the popularity of amateurs? ...

**

comfortable.

Is there a monthly pass?