Wei Jingke looked at Meng Fu, who was taking directions, his eyes alert.

It was already past three in the morning, and even the city center was extremely quiet. Wei Jingke had to be careful when Meng Fu appeared here.

Su Di never regained consciousness, and the mechanism in his body became worse and worse.

Recently, many people have learned that Su Di is critically ill, and there are even more people who are rushing to be the savior of Su Di. But now even Mr. Luo and Fengshen Yu have no way. These two are leading figures in the industry. Meng

How dare Wei Jingke not go too far when he brushes a child with a yellow mouth?!

But as soon as Wei Jingke finished saying this, a warm voice came from behind, "Wei Jingke, pick it up and apologize."

Wei Jingke turned around, and it was Su Cheng who spoke.

Standing next to him was Dr. Luo, holding a prayer bead in one hand and holding the other behind his back, as if talking to Dr. Luo.

When he saw him like this, Wei Jingke panicked a little, "Brother Cheng, she, she just..."

"Pick it up, don't let me say it a third time." Su Cheng seemed to turn his eyes absentmindedly, but Wei Jingke touched his dark and cold eyes, and the hair on his back started to rise.

Wei Jingke pursed his lips and without saying anything, he picked up the glass bottle from the trash can and knocked it on the table.

"Ms. Meng, I'm sorry, I was too excited just now." He lowered his head and apologized in a low voice.

Su Cheng was spinning the Buddha beads in his hand and pushing up his glasses with his other hand. Without giving Meng Fu a chance to answer, he said gently to Wei Jingke: "Wei Jingke, pack your things immediately and return to the capital."

It only took a few minutes from the time Su Cheng appeared until now.

Wei Jingke suddenly raised his head and looked at Su Cheng.

Su Cheng still looked like a handsome young man who could not eat the fireworks of the world. He was as gentle as jade. He was obviously smiling, but Wei Jingke caught a glimpse of the deep coldness in his smiling eyes.

Wei Jingke said nothing, just pursed his lips, lowered his head and walked out of Su Di's room.

Dr. Luo didn't say anything from beginning to end. He just looked at Wei Jingke and shook his head.

After Wei Jingke went out, Dr. Luo shook his head and comforted Meng Fu, "Miss Meng, don't mind, this Young Master Wei is sick."

Meng Fu pinched her wrist. She tilted her head and looked at Dr. Luo. Her beautiful peach blossom eyes were a little distracted and she snorted, "Why else would I still be talking to you here?"

If Wei Jingke was a normal person, Meng Fu would have gone up to him and had a chat with him.

In the early years, her master had taught her not to bully the old, weak, sick and disabled. She was not a good person in the traditional sense, but she remembered everything her master said.

Dr. Luo didn't know why.

Su Cheng smiled, his eyes half lowered, "Let's go, I'll take you back to rest."

The two left.

Dr. Luo was surprised, but he was not idle, recording Su Di's data.

Several precision instruments in the room suddenly beeped several times.

Dr. Luo pushed up his glasses and looked at the new data displayed on it. His wrinkled face was full of astonishment, "How... is this possible..."

"What's wrong?" Wei Jingke, who was packing his parcel and preparing to leave, heard the noise and came in quickly.

"The power in Mr. Su Di's body has been controlled, but the new treatment plan that I discussed with Miss Feng has not started yet, and even if it does, the results will not be so fast..." When Mr. Luo said this, his eyes touched the medicine on the table.

The glass bottle suddenly paused.

I walked directly to the table, picked up the glass bottle, opened the lid and smelled it.

The whole person was shocked, "This, this..."

Wei Jingke moved his eyes and realized something was wrong: "Mr. Luo, you..."

"This perfume is not blue, but it is definitely blue, with at least a utilization rate of over 27%!" Mr. Luo closed the lid, looked at Wei Jingke, and said firmly.

After staying up for two days, Wei Jingke, who was dizzy, suddenly woke up: "27% utilization rate? Only the few people on the Skynet rankings can produce it, right? Are you correct?"

At this point, Wei Jingke was paused by himself. He remembered that Mr. Luo was also one of the vice-presidents of the Jing Xie Fragrance Association, and his ability to taste spices was absolutely unmistakable.

Therefore, Wei Jingke looked at the glass bottle in Mr. Luo's hand, "With a purity of more than 27%, she actually gave it to Su Di..."

Everyone has a Qi in their body. People in the ancient martial arts world use this power for their own use through ancient books. However, the power is too overbearing and needs external force to coordinate, otherwise it will damage the internal organs. The best way to regulate it is to mix it with medicine.

of spices.

Therefore, a profession was born, that of perfumer.

Perfumers can not only regulate the power in their bodies, but some powerful perfumers can achieve medical effects by combining spices with medicines and spices. Top perfumers can also provide various auxiliary benefits such as longevity and longevity...

But it is too difficult to become this type of perfumer. Not only do you need to be talented in perfumery, but you also need to have rich pharmacological knowledge. Therefore, there are very few people who can be called this type of perfumer.

Every perfumer has been attracted by powerful forces.

Perfumers are also divided into levels. The higher the purity of the medicine, the more useful the spices. The entry level is 10% purity.

Most perfumers aim for a purity of 10%-20%, and above 30% is the best.

Blues is the best with 30% damage.

In the past two years, the blue spices that have been circulating on the market suddenly disappeared, and the ancient martial arts community in the capital almost fell into chaos. Spice with a purity of 30% is extremely rare, let alone the disappearance of blue spices in the past two years, let alone 30%, even 25%

%The Skynet port is also difficult to find.

To describe it as sky-high is no exaggeration.

When Mr. Luo said that Meng Fu used something of this level for Su Di, his eyes were filled with horror, "She actually gave Su Di such a precious spice so casually..."

She obviously heard that Su Di was unconscious and went to participate in the competition without saying anything...

Thinking of this, after staying up for two nights, Wei Jingke, who was not thinking clearly, suddenly woke up and finally understood why Su Cheng had just kicked him out of T City.

"So, when she just said she was treating Su Di, wasn't she lying?" Wei Jingke asked. In fact, Mr. Luo didn't need to answer. She couldn't give Su Di something that could be used as a family heirloom.

What kind of show will you do in a pretentious manner?

Thinking of this, Wei Jingke forced a smile, then turned to look at the trash can. He was full of fear. He almost broke the glass bottle just now, but luckily it didn't break.

If not...

Wei Jingke felt that even dying to apologize was not enough.

**

Meng Fu went home and slept until one o'clock in the afternoon the next day when he was woken up by a phone call from Mr. Jiang.

Mr. Jiang naturally congratulated her for getting her spot in the finals, but his voice was so excited that it kept ringing out her ears.

Meng Fu put his cell phone on the table, turned on the external voice, and let Mr. Jiang finish his talk alone.

"Fu'er, you already have six million fans," Mr. Jiang coughed and pretended to be calm, "In just seven days, it has increased to two million. Can you give me a few more signatures? I want to send them to the ones I just sent."

Little sisters I know."

Meng Fu: "..."

Mr. Jiang was still minding his own business and said, "She is your station sister. She said she wanted to forward the lottery. I will send her a few gifts. Just your signed photo will be fine. Don't forget it. I will go surfing again.

"

He said and hung up the phone.

Mr. Jiang hung up the phone and sent a private message to the little sister he met at the scene last time - [Child, you are still a student, so don't smoke such expensive things. I will send you something tomorrow.]

The little sister hasn't returned yet, so Mr. Jiang is not in a hurry. He tells the little nurse beside him to find him immediately as soon as the little sister returns.

Here, Meng Fu's master comes out.

Meng Fu looked at Mr. Jiang's hanging up phone and was silent for a minute. Then he clicked on the search page and searched for the term "station sister".

It wasn't until Zhao Fan's phone call that she woke up.

"We're at your door. Open the door. Why are you just answering the phone now?" Zhao Fan raised his eyebrows.

Meng Fu said "Ah", she dragged her heavy Bufa to the door, opened the door early, and fell into confusion: "Why is my grandpa more fashionable than me?"

Zhao Fan dragged his suitcase in, closed the door, and while changing his shoes, he wondered: "What's wrong? What happened to your grandpa?"

Meng Fu explained it once.

After listening to the explanation, Zhao Fan said: "..." You, t, m, have the nerve to ask?

You have been an artist for two years and you don’t even understand these things?

"Okay," Zhao Fan felt that he had a long way to go, "Let me talk to you about the business first. Firstly, Pigeon Newspaper will give you a special interview. Secondly, the director of "A Day in the Life of a Star" has decided to create a special program for you.

, that is, just like Shengjun in the previous period, we will start an activity centered on your life!"

According to her status, Meng Fu is definitely not worthy of the director dedicating a special episode to her.

But this time Meng Fu's popularity is too great. It has been a day and the popularity on Weibo has not dropped yet.

All major websites and small videos are frantically reviewing her videos. With her first finals spot in five years, Meng Fu is indeed worthy of the topic.

Therefore, after careful consideration, the director of "A Star's Day" wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to create a program for Meng Fu.

"This is what I think. You can't beat this live broadcast. The director team hopes that you can invite other guests to appear on the scene. Last time Sheng Jun invited a teacher from the Painting Association, and she was very loud in that episode. If possible, I hope

You can consider starting the filming from the Jiang family." Zhao Fan put the contract in front of Meng Fu and said, "Because you have to arrange accommodation for the other three guests, and your poor place will definitely not work. As for personnel, your grandfather or your father will be fine.

, and your grandpa, etc., it will definitely turn the world upside down when it comes out."

Meng Fu came back to his senses and said without even thinking, "No."

"Why?" Zhao Fan didn't understand, "Then where are you going? The program team will arrange it for you. It's not impossible, but the audience will definitely be able to figure it out..."

"No need for a program team," Meng Fu looked at the price given by the director and signed his name without raising his head: "My hometown."

Hometown?

Zhao Fan vaguely recalled Meng Fu's hometown, an unknown mountain city.
Chapter completed!