Every word is a sentence, every word is a heart-killing.

Some variety shows have set up scripts for people and netizens tacitly understood, but no one has ever thought about Meng Fu that much, after all...

Everyone is already familiar with "Escape from the Haunted House".

Everyone else knows Meng Fu's bug performance inside.

But as soon as this show was broadcast today, some people started to set the pace online again.

The main reason is that the Go club and Go enthusiasts are not happy.

Because the Chinese people in the past two years provoked the Go club, Go became a popular project, and there were many people who could play Go on Weibo, so many people went to see Qu Ming.

They are all Go enthusiasts. When Meng Fu criticized Xuanyuan Game, Go enthusiasts rushed over after hearing the news.

[Everyone understands it. In the first episode of the second and first episode of "A Star's Day", Meng Fu did not get an outstanding student, and she is as terrible as He Miao]

[A stinky chess basket sprays the garbage from Xuanyuan Bureau? Going to the moon to hit the porcelain?]

[The question shouldn't be that Meng Fu can't play Go, how could she learn it?]

[She didn't know how to learn before, could she not learn? She was so annoyed.]

After this Weibo post came out, the hot search for [Sang Yu Bailian] slowly went down, and everyone thought she was a victim.

Sister Mo looked at this Weibo post, paused, and then looked at Yang Liufang, "Let me ask, don't be angry, the program team really didn't help Meng Fu cheat?"

Even Sister Mo thought so, let alone some viewers.

Yang Liufang pressed her temple and sighed, "The program team doesn't know that she's going, how can I prepare for her in advance?"

"That's so perverted," Sister Mo smacked her tongue. Of course she believed Yang Liufang, "If you don't ask your cousin and the others? You're useless anyway."

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

Then he turned on his cell phone and called Meng Fu.

Meng Fu was still in the "God and Demon" theater, and Su Cheng answered the phone. His voice was a little cold, "Hey?"

Yang Liufang, "I called the wrong one."

"No, it's Meng Fu's phone call. She's filming. Are you okay?" Su Cheng looked at Meng Fu who had a wire tied up with a casual voice, "I'm her assistant."

In this voice, Yang Liufang inexplicably remembered the man beside Meng Fu that she saw last time.

Yang Liufang paused and told the story online.

The other party only said lightly, "I understand."

"Damn it? Is it gone?" Sister Mo saw Yang Liufang hanging up the phone. Within a minute, the Weibo post that had asked "Is Meng Fuwei suitable?" disappeared.

It's indeed a top team.

It is worthy of being a top team.

Arrogant enough.

Domineering enough.

**

Meng Fu didn't know that she had been on a hot search since the beginning.

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

Because it took half a month to wait a while ago, the crew has been working overtime in the past week to make up for the previous ones.

Zhao Fan was going to watch TV in the hotel tonight. When he knew that Su Cheng was coming to pick Meng Fu, he didn't have to follow him.

The wind in December is getting colder and colder.

Meng Fu was wearing a big black cotton jacket, buckled her wide hat on her head, and followed Su Cheng lazily, "I'm hungry."

It's the end of the year again, and Su Di is going back to work hard for a few days.

Meng Fu has eaten all the meals from the crew these days.

Su Cheng stood at the intersection of the street and looked around. There were several shops open around the hotel. Su Cheng turned around and waited for her and asked casually: "What to eat."

Meng Fu lazily stepped on his shadow and looked up at the nearest barbecue stall: "BBQ."

She hasn't eaten much these days.

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

I'll bring the barbecue in a while.

Then he put two cans of Coke on a "pop".

Meng Fu took a bunch of meat and suddenly looked at two cans of Coke. The speed in his hand gradually slowed down. Then he looked up at Su Cheng. Under the light that was not so bright, Su Cheng's face seemed to be much softer.

Meng Fu looked up and praised Su Cheng seriously: "This Coke is the finishing touch, the hand of a god."

"Thank you." Su Cheng spoke.

Meng Fu bit the meat and thought that this barbecue was actually OK. She let out a breath and recommended to Su Cheng: "This barbecue is not bad, you can try it."

Su Cheng leaned against the back of the chair and took a look at the barbecue. The cuffs of the white thread coat were loosely rolled up, just like snow on the eaves.

He is noble no matter where he is, and even sitting in this barbecue stall, he looks noble and noble.

Meng Fu was just thinking when he heard him spit out three words coldly: "Impurity."

Meng Fu: “…”

Her face turned black successfully.

Stop talking.

She finished drinking two cans of Coke.

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

At the elevator door, several teenagers with dyed hair and two girls should have had a drink and were having fun at the elevator door.

Meng Fu had a cotton jacket on his head.

Her black cotton jacket is very wide, making her look very thin, and only one pair of hands can be seen under the injury.

She was holding a black phone, her fingertips were smooth and slender, as white as jade.

A beautiful pair of hands and a beautiful bone shape.

The two teenagers couldn't help but whistle at her, staring at her with their eyes exposed.

bite--

The elevator door is open.

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

Meng Fu stood in casually, pinched his fingers, "Don't want your own eyes anymore?"

A sinister voice rang.

The boys were stunned. Before they could reflect anything, Meng Fu looked up and saw Su Cheng being a few steps away. She let go of her fist again, as if nothing had happened. She moved to the side and made a seat for Su Cheng.

Su Cheng glanced at her, but didn't come up. He just reached out and pulled her wrist and pulled her out of the elevator.

When the boys standing in the elevator looked up, they, who were originally trembling, touched a pair of bottomless eyes and shook even more violently.

He quickly reached out and pressed the closing key until the elevator door slowly closed, and the feeling that seemed to be staring at by the god of death finally disappeared.

Meng Fu looked at the elevator door closing, and she could feel the hands clasped on her hands, extremely powerful, with a slightly cold breath, just like his whole body. She turned her head and looked at Su Cheng, smiling: "Isn't clean?"

Su Cheng didn't say anything, but he didn't let go.

Meng Fu tskated and watched the elevator climb up layer by layer, "If you don't come, they are now," she described it for a moment, "I have to lie down."

"The elevator has monitoring." Su Cheng spoke lightly.

Meng Fu looked at Su Cheng.

Su Cheng looked at the floor where the elevator was stopped, on the 12th floor, withdrew his gaze slightly, pressed the elevator again, "Let's go."

**

"How do you open the window so late?" Zhao Fan, who had chased Meng Fu variety show late at night, went to the hall to pour water. He saw Meng Fu leaning against the window. The window was open, "It's not cold."

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

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

"What?" Zhao Fan looked at her.

"Someone is screaming." Meng Fu yawned.

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

Halfway through, Zhao Fan changed his words suddenly.

Meng Fu withdrew his gaze.

"The day after tomorrow you are going to attend an award ceremony," Zhao Fan looked at Meng Fu, "The music awards are the song you went solo, and it seems that they were shortlisted."
To be continued...