Yu Zhenling did not hide it and told the matter from beginning to end.

"And your cousin, whether to come back or not is all up to you," Yu Zhenling said slowly.

After listening, Jiang Xinran held the hand of the mobile phone and paused. From the time when he knew that he was not Yu Zhenling's biological daughter, Jiang Xinran was afraid that one day, her identity as not the eldest lady of the Jiang family would be exposed.

Fortunately, with Yu Zhenling and Yu Jiali, this matter has never been exposed.

She has lived a pampered life for so many years, but she really can't accept it. Her biological mother is illiterate and a rural woman.

It is even more unimaginable that one day her identity will be revealed and what kind of gaze the students around her will look at her.

Where Yu Zhenling couldn't see, Jiang Xinran's fingernails almost poked into the palm of her palm.

Her eyelashes drooped, her whole expression was very heavy, but her voice was as gentle as ever, "Mom, President Yan's class is very rare..."

"Then you go with your uncle, and I'll talk to your grandfather." Yu Zhenling also breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this. When she said this, her voice became even slower: "Don't worry, your grandfather won't blame you."

**

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

Mr. Jiang sent someone to pick up Yanghua to drive to City T.C.

In the car, the driver looked at a road blocking in front of the city center, and couldn't help but comfort the two people in the back seat, and his tone was very respectful: "Mrs. Yang, I don't know why it's blocked in front, don't worry."

In the back seat, Yang Hua was a little uncomfortable with the car. She couldn't help but skim her hair, "Okay."

Beside her, Meng Xun pushed down the glasses on her nose and continued to look down at the book in her hand.

Due to traffic jams, the car was delayed until half past five, and the car slowly drove to the gate of the Jiang family.

The Jiang family's gate is still brilliant and noble.

Yang Hua looked at this gate a little restrained, but Meng Xun just reached out to close the book in her hand and looked up at the gate without any restraint.

The driver withdrew his gaze and quickly opened the car door.

Inside the house, the old man had already received the news and welcomed the door, "Ms. Yang, you are here, this is A Xun, come in quickly."

He was holding a crutch in his hand and his face was red.

Especially with Meng Xun, he is very kind.

The old man didn't miss Meng Fu's show for a minute. Naturally, he knew that Meng Xun had so many awards on the wall. There are still screenshots of awards on Weibo's Meng Fu Super Talk Area.

Love the house and the old man knew that Meng Fu was very good to this cousin, so naturally, he was also very good to Meng Xun.

"Thank you." Yang Hua followed Mr. Jiang in. Even though the old man was enthusiastic, she still seemed very reserved.

She was wearing a thin black cotton jacket today. She made it herself. It has no brand and the fabric is a bit rough, but the style looks very good.

It was not until I saw Meng Fu lying on the sofa that Yang Hua's restraint dispersed a lot and she started chatting with the old man.

Mr. Jiang had only seen Yanghua in Wanmin Village before, but Yanghua was quite indifferent at that time, she only fed ducks and did not speak. Later, they were invited by the village chief.

I chatted with Yang Hua for a few words today, and he unexpectedly discovered that no matter what he said, Yang Hua could talk about.

When checking the information of the Meng family, Mr. Jiang naturally found that the Meng family was only Yang Hua and Meng Xun. Yang Hua was a village woman in Wanmin Village, and the information was not particularly strange.

"Sister." Meng Xun took the book and sat next to Meng Fu.

Meng Fu looked at it. It was the origin of this mathematics. She looked at Meng Xun and stood up calmly, "Come with me."

Downstairs, Mr. Jiang and Yang Hua were still chatting.

upstairs.

Meng Fu's room, Meng Xun put down the book and looked at Meng Fu worriedly. She noticed that her face was fine and she was a little relieved: "How much fragrance have you made recently?"

"It's okay." Meng Fu leaned against the table.

Meng Fu had his own thoughts, so Meng Xun didn't ask much, remembering the question that Meng Fu sent her, "Are you going to school?"

Meng Fu didn't say anything and nodded.

Meng Xun: "...will take the college entrance examination next year?"

"Otherwise?" Meng Fu glanced at her. She took the college entrance examination and was just for her fans to see.

Meng Xun was a little bit broken. In her impression, Meng Fu would not take the college entrance examination: "...I have to think about how to keep the second place."

"Well," Meng Fu held his cell phone and remembered something, "I found a master."

"Master?" Meng Xun raised her head.

Meng Fu knocked on his phone and smiled: "He is from the Painting Association, he... is very good, and he has a senior brother, so he is better."

She said, and the phone rings.

It's President Yan.

"Come to listen to a class in the evening?" President Yan sat in front of the computer, "take away your senior brother's things by the way."

"Listen to the class?" Meng Fu stood up straight, "What class?"

President Yan was very patient with Meng Fu: "I want to talk about two points in the class of the Painting Association, and start at 8 o'clock."

"Teacher, my mother is here today, and my grandfather is here too," Meng Fu looked downstairs, "The situation is a bit complicated. I can't go to your class. Let's do this. I'll go to you after I finish eating and wait in your office. Is it OK?"

On the other end of the phone, President Yan stood up.

He accepted Meng Fu as his disciple, and the wind was calm, and only He Xiyuan knew about it until now.

If it were in the past, he asked Meng Fu to come, she would definitely come. Meng Fu's apprentice was much more obedient than He Xiyuan.

Now that he heard Meng Fu's words, President Yan narrowed his eyes, and he said slowly: "Where is your home?"

Meng Fu was stunned. She stood up straight and looked straight, "Teacher, this is not in line with the rules."

Meng Fu knew that Mr. Jiang had always been worried about her. He had once asked Jiang Quan to make her become a disciple of Yu Yong.

But Yu Yong never agreed.

At the airport in the morning, Meng Fu planned to find time to take Mr. Jiang to visit President Yan.

Unexpectedly, President Yan came to find her.

"It's nothing wrong with the rules. He is your grandfather. In theory, he is one generation higher than me." President Yan felt for the first time that he was not so shameful. "My class will be organized for my assistant. I will make up for two more hours tomorrow. I promised you not to hold a disciple banquet for the time being."

After President Yan finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Meng Fu couldn't figure out whether he was angry, so he opened WeChat and told Su Cheng about this.

Meng Fu: [What to do?]

Su Cheng: [Take grandpa to pick up President Yan.]

Meng Fu said "ah" and looked at his phone, not knowing what to say.

Just Mr. Jiang’s heartbreaking.

"Sister?" Meng Xun turned around while reading.

"It's okay," Meng Fu raised his hand at Meng Xun, "You continue reading, I'll go down and pick someone up with my grandfather."

Meng opened the door and left the room for Meng Xun to read, and she went downstairs directly.

Downstairs, Mr. Jiang had a great chat with Yang Hua.

Meng Fu raised his hand, "Grandpa, are you going to pick me up?"

Mr. Jiang was stunned and immediately stood up: "Who?"

"My teacher." Meng Fu lowered his head and sent a WeChat message to President Yan.

Mr. Jiang thought that it should be the teacher of Meng Fu's school. He wanted to invite Meng Fu's head teacher. When Meng Fu said that, he turned a definite expression, "Let's go."

Half an hour later.

The back door of the Painting Association.
Chapter completed!