Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

The room was quiet and empty.

Su Di was not there, and neither was Zhao Fan. Meng Fu followed Yang Hua's instructions and turned on the lights in all the rooms.

Outside the window, close to twelve o'clock, thousands of lights, fireworks and firecrackers sounded.

The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room were not drawn up, and from this angle, the fleeting fireworks in the sky could be seen.

The windows separated from the outside world are very quiet. Even the lights are incandescent lamps with cool colors.

Meng Fu felt that the door of the room was closed in the blink of an eye, and she was dragged into the room without even seeing the face of the little brother who brought her the hangover soup.

She blinked, her slender eyelashes fluttering slightly.

Su Cheng closed the door, wrapped his arms around her waist and grabbed her left wrist, obviously with an aggressive aura but also seemed a little gentle, his chin rested on the edge of her head, and led her to the sofa, "Drink How many bottles are there?"

The sound of heavy breathing came from the top of the head, the sound seemed a little weak, but the momentum was compelling.

Meng Fu suddenly woke up: "One..."

The other party looked down faintly, and the cold light outlined his already cold eyebrows and eyes more sharply. He guessed that he was training his soldiers these days, and his whole body was like an unsheathed sword light, and his deep eyes swept over him.

Like ice and snow.

Vaguely, it seems that there is still some blood.

Meng Fu: "Two..."

"Okay, okay, just three, four, five, six, seven or eight bottles."

Pushing the person to sit on the sofa with one hand, Su Cheng looked down at her and handed her the bowl: "Sit down."

Meng Fu took the bowl, looked up at him out of the corner of his eye, and saw him enter the room at a glance.

Meng Fu: "..."

Two minutes later.

Crackling, a pile of crushed beer cans were thrown in front of her.

Holding the still warm bowl, Meng Fu looked up at Su Cheng. The originally cold white face was reddish just after taking a shower, as if covered by an incandescent light. She said, "Nine Eleven twelve thirteen four five six seven eight bottles..."

After finishing speaking, she lowered her head and took another sip of soup.

Su Cheng looked down at her, the cold and stern aura around him gradually softened over the past few days, he bent down, a little tired between his brows, and put her not completely dry hair behind her ears with rough fingers, After a long time, he said in a good voice: "I am too far away from you, you are too drunk to find you in time."

Meng Fu said "Oh", then sat down to the side, making way for him, "What are you doing today?"

"Watch the rehearsal and reward the guards." Su Cheng sat down on the sofa, reached out and pulled Meng Fu over, leaned against her neck, took a deep breath, then reached for the remote control and turned on the TV.

On TV, the Spring Festival Gala is still arranging programs.

"Su said that you will sacrifice tomorrow?"

"Well, nine o'clock in the morning." Su Cheng said lazily.

Su Di is Su Cheng's leader, he is so busy, Su Cheng should be even busier.

She glanced at Su Cheng, then picked up the phone on the coffee table, dialed the hotline at the front desk, and asked her to bring up some food.

This year's New Year's Eve, the hotel prepared a lot of dishes, and not long after Meng Fu called, the doorbell rang.

Meng Fu was about to go down to open the door, but Su Cheng beside him had already got up and opened the door, and in the blink of an eye, he had returned to his usual elegant demeanor, and said in an unhurried voice, "Thank you."

He thanked the hotel staff and brought in a wooden basket.

There were four dishes and a bowl of soup in the basket.

Su Cheng put the dishes on the coffee table, set up the chopsticks, and looked at her nestled on the sofa, "Have you eaten tonight?"

"I ate with the director and the others." Meng Fu shrank on the sofa, looked at the sketches on TV that were not funny, and admitted to Su that he really commented, "It's not as funny as He Miao."

"Well," Su Cheng glanced at the TV casually, sat on the chair, picked him up, "have something to eat with me."

Meng Fu went to the room and brought over his mobile phone.

Sit next to Su Cheng, open WeChat, and check if there is any missing red envelope.

Su Cheng ate quickly, but without losing elegance. He had been subjected to strict etiquette since he was a child. With so many dishes, Meng Fu didn't even see his chopsticks touching the bowl.

Meng Fu accepted the red envelope that Xu Moling sent her, and there were no other red envelopes.

The main reason is that there is no Chinese New Year custom in the West.

She put down her phone, rested her chin lazily, and then looked at Su Cheng beside her, "Brother Cheng, did you forget anything today?"

Su Cheng was sitting on a chair, the road was full of wind and dust, but he didn't look embarrassed, just sitting here, he was also very handsome, he ate a fish, "What?"

Meng Fu looked at his fine eyebrows and said "ah", "It's nothing, do you want some water?"

She got up, took a cup and went to the water dispenser to get warm water.

On the TV, the last song and dance program was played, and the hosts were already standing together, waiting for the countdown to the New Year's Eve.

After Su Cheng finished eating, he put the things back into the wooden basket.

Meng Fu was about to go back after receiving the water.

The door was knocked again, and Meng Fu opened the door with one hand. Outside the door was the second male lead of He Miao's crew. I heard that he was also a rich second generation who brought money into the crew, but he didn't spend as much money as Su Cheng. He is taller than He Miao, but only got a male second.

When the male second saw Meng Fu, his face turned red, "Listen, Sister Wen said that you drank too much. Here is hangover soup."

Meng Fu glanced at him, "Thank you, I just finished drinking."

The second male was taken aback, "Then, we are all downstairs in the KTV, do you want to go?"

"No, I want to play games." Meng Fu looked at him, "Do you have anything else to do?"

"No……"

Meng Fu nodded, "Thank you, happy new year, have fun."

She closed the door.

Su Cheng put away his things and was pulling out a piece of paper to wipe his hands. He looked at Meng Fu: "The crew next door?"

"That's right." Meng Fu closed the door and handed him the cup in his hand, a little confused, "Didn't Sister Wen send me a bowl of hangover soup?"

Su Cheng looked at Meng Fu for a while, then suddenly laughed out loud, and the ice in his eyes melted.

"What are you laughing at?" Meng Fu glanced at him.

Su Cheng took a sip of water, sat down on the sofa, and motioned for her to sit beside him, "He may have taken a fancy to you."

"Really?" Meng Fu didn't care too much, just said, "Then he has a good eye."

After all, there are not many people in the entertainment industry who look better than her, at least not one.

Su Cheng looked at her thoughtfully, "He can only settle for the next best thing."

Meng Fu saw that the host had entered a countdown of twenty seconds, and asked casually, "What?"

Su Cheng listened to the host counting down to ten, he tilted his head to look at her, his eyes were bright, aggressive and gentle, and then said unhurriedly: "Because I already got it."

Meng Fu listened to a row of hosts count down to "1".

On the TV, outside the window, the sound of firecrackers and fireworks reached the loudest.

She didn't quite react to Su Cheng's words, "...wait a minute?"

Su Cheng, however, heard the countdown to "one", suddenly leaned over, embraced her in his arms, and whispered in her ear with a light smile, "Happy New Year."

On TV, the host counted down the countdown, and there were other programs behind.

The lights outside were wrinkled.

Meng Fu came back to his senses, "Thank you, happy new year."

Su Cheng lowered his eyes, looked at her eyebrows and eyes, and said calmly, "How can you thank me?"

Meng Fu thought about it, and felt that she should make a concession, so she reluctantly said, "I'll give you a red envelope."

Su Cheng met her gaze, moved his eyes down, his eyes were dim, and stretched out his hand to cover her fluffy hair that was straightened because of filming, "Well, then send me a red envelope."

Meng Fu stared at him for two seconds.

Then he slowly picked up the phone and sent a red envelope to Su Cheng.

Su Cheng nodded.

"Sleepy?" Su Cheng asked in a low voice.

Meng Fu yawned, "Fortunately, the director will give us half a day off tomorrow, "Gods and Demons" will probably be finished in a week, and I'll go back after work is over..."

**

Meng Fu hasn't slept well in the past half month.

The director worked too much overtime.

It was the tenth time that she woke up naturally from sleep, and when she opened her eyes, the room was still very dark, Meng Fu's eyelashes trembled, and her memory still stayed in her watching TV on the sofa.

Sitting on the bed, she almost suspected that she had a dream last night.

With a glance, he saw a red envelope next to the pillow.

The red envelopes are thick.

Meng Fu thought about it, probably because the sum of the red envelopes she received in the past few years was so thick.

She looked at the red envelope for a few seconds before putting it away, then stepped on the carpet and got out of bed to open the curtains.

The sun was already high outside.

Meng Fu picked up the phone and checked the time. It was already eleven o'clock in the morning. On the screen of the phone, there was a WeChat message sent to her by Sister Fan——

[Retweet "Mutation 3" official Weibo, it broke 700 million on the first day of its release today. 】

Meng Fu forwarded it on Weibo, brushed his teeth and washed his face, and went to the film crew to find the director.

"Happy New Year! Teacher Meng!"

"Happy New Year!"

There were beaming voices all the way.

Meng Fu pulled down the scarf and replied slowly, "Happy New Year."

The director was giving out red envelopes for the New Year to the crew, and he specially left a big one for Meng Fu.

"Director," Meng Fu sat in front of the director, resting his chin on his hand, "Can we discuss it? Finish filming my part today."

"Then you have to stay up late," the director looked at Meng Fu, stunned, "Are you in such a hurry to get back?"

Meng Fu was silent for a while, "Well, there's something wrong."

The director originally wanted to ask why, but suddenly remembered what happened to Grandpa Meng Fu some time ago.

During this period of time, Meng Fu was no different on the set than before, and the director almost forgot what happened to Meng Fu.

After all, her grandfather has a seven or seven tomorrow.

The director said calmly, "Wait, I'll go and gather the crew."

Meng Fu wanted to finish filming the scenes ahead of schedule, so he naturally needed the cooperation of the entire program team.

Fortunately, Meng Fu was very popular, knowing that she had to finish the filming ahead of time, no one disagreed, but most of them were reluctant to let her go.

**

The second day of the new year.

Meng Fu returned to Jiang's house early in the morning with the director and the red envelope that Sister Wen gave her.

Yang Hua was talking to Jiang Xinchen in the Jiangjia garden, Meng Xun followed them both impatiently, suddenly Meng Xun sensed something, and turned to look outside the gate.

At the same time, the servant's surprised voice sounded, "Missy is back!"

The servant hurriedly took the suitcase from Meng Fu's hand.

"It's just right to come back," Yang Hua looked at the calm Meng Fu, reached out to hug her, and said with a smile, "Go and see your grandpa."

"Yeah." Meng Fu nodded and went to the Jiang Family Ancestral Hall.

This is not the first time she has come to the ancestral hall.

The last time I came here, it was because Jiang Xinchen made a mistake, so she came to see him.

The ancestral hall was a bit gloomy, Meng Fu looked up at the memorial tablet in the ancestral hall.

The bottom one has been replaced with the latest tablet.

It belongs to Mr. Jiang.

Meng Fu pursed her lips. Seeing this again, she calmed down a lot. She just took the incense and lit it and inserted it into the incense burner. Her voice still sounded calm: "Grandpa, I'm coming to see you."

The ancestral hall is very cold, and the floor tiles are also cold.

Jiang Quan hadn't seen Meng Fu for more than a month, and when he heard Meng Fu came back, he immediately came to the ancestral hall to look for her.

Before he reached the ancestral hall, he heard Meng Fu's murmuring voice in the ancestral hall: "Grandpa, are you cold here?"

Jiang Quan's footsteps stopped suddenly, he stood on the stairs, his eyes were red, and then he left quietly.

On the way, seeing Yang Hua, Jiang Quan shook his head at Yang Hua, signaling her not to go in.

Yang Hua froze for a moment, then stood where she was and sighed.

When Meng Fu returned to the hall, he had returned to his previous appearance.

In the hall, Jiang Quan was discussing with Yang Hua what to bring to the capital, "Uncle Ah Fu has bad legs, this is just right to bring, and this. By the way, Xinchen, you must be good and study hard when you go to your uncle's house. The students here are very good at learning, listening and speaking, you can lose face a little, but don’t lose face so much.”

Jiang's father was a little earnest, "Oh, you will lose the face of our T city..."

Jiang Xinchen spoke with difficulty: "Dad, I'll dance..."

"Hey, Ah Fu, you're here," Jiang Quan raised his head and saw Meng Fu walking over, he quickly waved to her and said excitedly, "Look at the presents we are going to bring, are there any missing? "

Jiang Xinchen: "..."

That's fine too.

The whole decoration of Jiang's house is very old-fashioned, and the servant and Yang Hua Jiangquan discussed together.

Occasionally, the bird in the birdcage next to it also chirped, enjoying itself happily.

Meng Fu also laughed, and she walked over, lazily counting the things under her feet, "This is too much, take less."

"I can't, Xinchen will go to your uncle's house on the first day tomorrow." Jiang Quan firmly disagreed.

Meng Fu compromised, "You are right."

She let Jiang Quan prepare a bunch of things for them.

Jiang Quan is the only one in the Jiang family now, and he is very busy. He is still at home in the first and second grades of junior high school, and will start running business partners in the third junior high school, dealing with the major families in T City.

Jiang Xinchen skipped one level, this year he will go to the third year of high school, and the eighth day of school will start early, and the third year of junior high school will go to the capital to familiarize himself with the environment.

"Not bad, the principal asked you to dance?" Meng Fu found a few parts in Jiang's house, as well as Jiang Xinchen's mechanical treasures, and took them apart casually, raising his eyes to look at Jiang Xinchen.

Her fingers are thin and long, these things are more like works of art in her hands.

"Well, he said that I don't need to stay in the second year of high school." Jiang Xinchen was not angry when he watched Meng Fu play with these machines, but only looked at the machine in Meng Fu's hands curiously, "What is this?"

Meng Fu paused, "Make a small aircraft."

Jiang Xinchen's eyes lit up, he had heard Yang Hua say that Meng Fu could do almost everything, and Meng Fu did it himself by cleaning her mobile phone, "What can this aircraft do?"

Meng Fu fiddled with the mechanical arm, and replied unhurriedly, "There are many uses, for example, flying into a military base, and no radar can detect it."

Jiang Xinchen looked at Meng Fu with sparkling eyes, "Sister, you are really amazing."

"Otherwise, why is it your sister?" Meng Fu asked casually.

Meng Fu was busy, stayed at Jiang's house for a day, and rushed to the capital in the third year of junior high school.

the capital.

The Yang family went to Mrs. Duan's house to pay New Year's greetings in the second year of junior high school, and in the third year of junior high school, they were supposed to pay New Year's greetings to relatives in the Duan family's side, but today Meng Fu, Yang Hua and Jiang Xinchen came over, and almost none of the Yang family went out.

Wait at home for Meng Fu and others to come over.

Meng Fu and the others caught the first flight. Although there was a traffic jam, they arrived at the gate of Yang's house at eleven o'clock.

Yang family.

Pei Xi put down the New Year gift and got up with Yang Baoyi.

Outside, Steward Yang said with a smile, "Miss Baozhu is back!"

Mrs. Yang got up immediately, and Yang Lai's eyes lit up, and he controlled the wheelchair to walk outside.

Pei Xi sat on the sofa without looking up.

Outside, Yang Hua, Meng Fu, Meng Xun and Jiang Xinchen came in.

The servant carried the presents back one by one.

Mrs. Yang had already prepared three big red envelopes, handed them to the three children, and squinted her eyes: "I count the days all day long, and I hope you are back!"

Meng Fu took off his scarf, walked in coldly, and greeted one by one, "Uncle, Aunt." Seeing Yang Baoyi, he paused, "Auntie."

Meng Xun called after Meng Fu.

Yang Baoyi put down her teacup and nodded slightly towards them.

Pei Xi still drank tea lightly.

Only Jiang Xinchen didn't know each other, so Yang Lai introduced him personally, "Xinchen, this is Auntie Ah Fu, this is Big Cousin, just call me."

"Baoyi, Xixi, this is Ah Fu's other younger brother, Jiang Xinchen," Yang Lai said to Yang Baoyi with a smile again, "This is a sophomore in high school this year, and I transferred to Beijing to go to school, but I'm not very good at math."

Jiang Xinchen was very polite, putting his hands in front of him neatly, "Auntie, big cousin."

Yang Lai continued to smile and said, "Xinchen, your cousin Xixi is very good at mathematics, if you don't understand anything, remember to ask your cousin Xixi."

Behind the few people, the corner of Meng Xun's mouth twitched.

Meng Fu didn't pay attention, and went to the greenhouse to look at the flowers planted by Yang Hua.

Jiang Xinchen smiled, but was very calm, "Okay, thank you uncle."

Yang Baoyi looked at Jiang Xinchen and smiled faintly, "He's a good boy."

No desire to communicate.

But Pei Xi put down the teacup, glanced at Jiang Xinchen, didn't speak, just got up: "Uncle, aunt, aunt, I have something to do, I can't stay for dinner, I have to go first."

Mrs. Yang, who was talking to Yang Hua, asked to stay: "Are you in such a hurry? If you don't stay for dinner, Baozhu will arrive soon."

Pei Xi shook her head lightly, "No, I'm going to the laboratory. Grandma is going to meet a professor with me at noon today, and I'm going to the School of Engineering in the afternoon. I've been very busy with recent research."

Yang Lai smiled and said, "Xixi is a big celebrity now, she is busy, don't delay her work."

Madam Yang knew that Pei Xi was busy, so she and Yang Lai sent the two of them out.

After the two of them left, Steward Yang saw that Jiang Xinchen didn't care much, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Don't look at Miss Pei, she has entered the nuclear submarine research center and is now the youngest researcher in the team, but you usually You shouldn’t be able to see her, you can also ask Master Zhao Lin, he has already submitted his application for the University of Continental.”

greenhouse.

Meng Fu looked at the dark and hard soil in the corner, and at the handful of green shoots emerging, he couldn't help being suspicious.

Can this thing really grow out of it?

In his pocket, the phone rang.

She thought it was Dean Li who was looking for her, but she didn't expect it was Mr. Galton.

"Teacher," Meng Fu poked the hard soil with his hand, and said lazily, "I remember I handed in the test last semester, right?"

"I handed it in, but you didn't receive your medal, and the paper was published in Nature." Over there, Galton put down the things in his hand, "I'm not talking about this at all. Have you participated in the projects of your key laboratories? "

"Dean Li hasn't looked for me yet." Meng Fu was not sure.

She still has something to ask Dean Li, Meng Xun and Jin Zhiyuan are also in his hands, if he asks her, if the difficulty is not too great, then she can't refuse.

"Okay, I've already won the award for you," Galton said without urging Meng Fu, "Come back to get a stamp when you have time, if you are sure to participate, remember to ask me, I have a research by the way. "

After the two finished talking, Galton hung up the phone.

Beside him, the assistant sent him a bunch of documents, "This is a patent that was issued two months ago last year. It just arrived here and needs your review."

It takes two to three months for most of the new certificates to be sent to the Federation every year, so Galton had to help Meng Fu take the express train to process them.

Galton picked up these certificates and looked down one by one.

Sealed one by one.

Glancing at an argument, Galton paused when he saw an argument next to him, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and he reached out to take a look——

【Infinite solution of ellipse】

**

I'm sorry that the writing of the scenes of the two of them is very stuck, but I am writing very seriously, but it is a bit late...

Hey, do you have a monthly pass?