Su Dizheng frowned and comforted his parents.

He had a high status in the Su family before. He was not in the Four Associations Administration, but he was not in contact with ordinary fugitives. He was better off as he was the same as before, but now he is almost equivalent to a waste. Ancient martial arts itself is the most respected by the strong. When the news of Su Di reached the Su family, it was equivalent to losing power.

Especially now that there are too many rumors about the Su family, even Su Changdong has come to Su's land.

Su Di is still a member of the Su family and is still the captain like Su Tian. If he does not reach the annual assessment today and has been reduced to several levels in a row, it will not be just a matter of relegation. He will find people he has messed with before.

There has always been more icing on the cake and less timely help.

Not to mention help, these people only regret not stepping on you when something happened.

This is what Su’s father and mother are really worried about, so they have been connecting with people from the traditional Chinese medicine base before this and contacted people through the Great Elder.

Su Di also knew about Su’s father and mother’s concerns, but his strength was really impossible to reply now. The most important thing is that he was too tired to stay in the Su family. Now he follows Meng Fu to the crew every day, browse Weibo, and scolds Meng Fu’s black fans. He finds the chef to study the recipes of various dishes. Su Di also thinks it’s good.

So whether Su Tian advised him or his parents advised him, he actually didn't feel much shaken in his heart.

"Miss Meng?" Seeing the paper that Meng Fu handed him, Su Di took it.

As soon as I lowered my head, I saw the two lines of words displayed on it—

Want to make money every day

mf888888888#

It is not difficult to imagine that there is an account number above and a password below.

Su Di knew that Meng Fu's chapter in the Painting Association was "I want to make money every day."

He didn't quite understand the meaning of this account. According to what his parents just said, this account shouldn't be the account of Skynet...

Meng Fu's eyes were uneasy, and he was not anxious or slow, "I've finished dealing with the family matters first. I've called Brother Cheng, and you can take your parents back first."

"Okay," there are many people here, and Su Di didn't ask much, but turned to look at his parents and introduced, "Dad, mom, this is Miss Meng."

Even at this time, Su Di still spoke calmly and orderly.

The Su family knew about Meng Fu's affairs. Su Changdong and others only knew that Su Di was released and did not know the specific situation of Su Di. However, Su's father and Su's mother had always been worried about Su Di and had asked him.

At this time, when they heard Su Di's words, both of them turned to Meng Fu.

"Miss Meng." Su's father said hello to Meng Fu. Although he was dissatisfied with Su Di's current only one star, he also knew that this was his son's strength was indeed not good now.

He should be polite to Meng Fu, but he is quite polite.

Now, I feel a little weak in speaking.

"Hello." Meng Fu pulled off the mask on one side and greeted the two politely. Her eyes turned to Su's mother, who looked a little pale, and she felt thoughtful.

Su Di asked his father to support his mother, then went to the trunk and took out Meng Fu and Zhao Fan's luggage.

"Miss Meng, I'll take my mother back first, and I'll be on the crew at night at the latest." Su Di has been working hard in the family since he was a child. He has been training at a special base with Su Cheng and others, and has less time with his parents.

He decided to discuss today's matter with his parents.

He knew that Meng Fu was also giving him time to deal with it.

Su Di drove the car back to Su's house, Meng Fu sat on Zhao Fan's box, lowered his head and played with his cell phone waiting for Su Cheng to come.

There are few people in the traditional Chinese medicine base, so ordinary people cannot enter.

Meng Fu didn't pull up the mask on her side.

At the intersection, a car slowly drove towards this side.

A middle-aged man was sitting in the back seat of the car, about forty or fifty years old, with deep eyebrows and sharp eyes, and he could see that he was sharp. He was wearing two auspicious black balls in his right hand. The car stopped slowly when he arrived at the traditional Chinese medicine base.

In the driver's seat, the driver got out and opened the door with a respectful attitude: "The head of the family."

The man bent down and got out of the car. When he raised his eyes, he saw two women opposite him. He only glanced lightly and was about to move away.

His hand holding the ball paused.

The driver was still holding the car door. Seeing the man's attitude, he looked at his gaze in surprise. Seeing that it was two women, he became more and more surprised: "Honor?"

"Nothing happened." The ball in the man's hand continued to rise, and his eyes were taken back from the young woman sitting on the box, shook her head slightly, and continued to walk forward: "Come and pick me up at 4 o'clock in the afternoon."

The middle-aged man spoke while walking forward, but when he was at the entrance of the traditional Chinese medicine base, he looked back at the opposite side.

After the man entered, the driver closed the car door behind and looked at the opposite side again.

Perhaps she found someone looking at her, and the woman opposite her also raised her head. She had a black mask hanging on her ear, her eyebrows and eyes were sparse, as if a layer of smoke-cyan, and she was extremely beautiful.

There is no shortage of beauties in the capital. There are many people in this circle that are both elegant and beautiful. However, when they see the woman's face, the driver was still amazed.

When staring at someone, he saw that it was impolite. The driver smiled at her rudely, then took the car and drove back.

After the car turned around, the driver looked at the rearview mirror on the left, recalling the face he had just seen, a sense of familiarity suddenly surged in his heart...

That face looks somewhat similar to the head of the family at some angles...

After a while, the driver shook his head again, feeling that he was afraid he was not thinking too much.

When he shook his head, he couldn't help but look at the rearview mirror again.

Then he took a deep breath.

**

On the spot, Meng Fu withdrew his gaze and frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Fan asked.

Meng Fu shook his head slightly, "I don't know, that person just now was a little strange."

"Know your fans?" Zhao Fan also glanced at the car.

"It shouldn't be." Meng Fu didn't understand, so he withdrew his thoughts and continued to bow his head and flipped his comments on Weibo.

She and Zhao Fan waited for twenty minutes before they arrived at Su Cheng's car.

"Are you finished your business?" Meng Fu stood up from his suitcase.

Su Cheng put her suitcase in the trunk. Hearing this, he only pushed down his glasses and said, "Hmm," "Leave it to others, Su Di is back?"

"I should have been home with his parents," Meng Fu nodded and opened the back door of the car. "What annual assessment did you arrange for him? It's so anxious about his parents."

"Let those people wake up." Su Cheng also opened the driver's seat door and sat in it, still looking tepid.

"That's true," Meng Fu turned on the air conditioner in the car. He took off his coat and raised his eyebrows. Don't make a tile net without any trouble. She was embarrassed for the tile net. "If you are driven out by your Su family in the future, I will invest in him and let him open a hotel."

Thinking of this, Meng Fu couldn't help but wonder that this restaurant had to be opened to the Federation, and the people there were relatively rich.

Most importantly, Louis can help her take care of her.

When will I discuss with Sudi?

You can't waste your talent.

"You can do whatever you want." Su Cheng just smiled faintly. After saying that, he looked at Zhao Fan, who was still in a daze outside, and honked the horn regardless of lightness or heavyness.

Remind Zhao Fan to get on the car.

Looking at the license plate number, Zhao Fan finally came to his senses. She sat in the back seat with a stiff face.

The car slowly drove forward.

About a minute later, Zhao Fancai wiped his face expressionlessly, "Where are we going?"

"Crew, you will be out of reach later." Su Cheng put his hand on the steering wheel, concise and to the point.

Zhao Fan was a little difficult to speak at this time, "You... drive this car to the crew?"

Meng Fu leaned lazily against the car door, with her legs slightly on her face. When she heard Zhao Fan's voice, she raised her eyebrows: "What's wrong with this car?"

This car is not a modified car, it has an average performance, is relatively old, and has a sense of age. It is a relatively old car for domestic models.

Zhao Fan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

The rest of the plots in "Spy Shadow" have no fighting scenes, basically a power plot, and it happens to be in a former film and television city in Beijing, and it takes only three hours to drive.

After arriving at the crew, Meng Fu got off the car.

Because I remembered Zhao Fan's words, Meng Fu surrounded the car and didn't see anything. The paint outside was also original, and Meng Fu thought the overall performance of the car was average.

Even a bit retro.

When she evaluates cars, she always comes according to racing standards.

There are still many professional terms used.

Zhao Fan pushed the suitcase over. When he heard Meng Fu's comment, Zhao Fan glanced at her, "What modification, recognize yourself. You don't even have a driver's license yet."

Meng Fu touched his nose, unable to refute.

Zhao Fan looked at the car and reminded, "I didn't ask you to study the car, I mean, the license plate number."

Meng Fu always looks at the internal transformation and modification performance when looking at the car. For example, Charlie's current racing car, after Meng Fu's guidance, the performance can be compared with the car king's professional racing car.

When she heard Zhao Fan's words, she took the detour to the front of the car to check the license plate number.

One minute later.

Meng Fu: “…”
To be continued...