When the president was equal to Yu Yong, he asked someone to investigate Jiang Xinran's affairs.

I learned that Jiang Xinran's style of painting is not only realistic painting, but also the type he is good at, just like Yu Yong, which is flower and bird painting.

He specializes in his profession. The style and content of Jiang Xinran's paintings are too different from those of the old man pictures of Dead Wood, so when he saw Jiang Xinran, the president was not so excited.

He said as he slowly unfolded the picture of the old man with dead wood.

Yu Yong looked at the picture without blinking. He was thinking before, how could the president meet Jiang Xinran? When he saw this picture of the old man with dead wood, he finally understood why the president called someone.

He has a high attainment in Chinese painting. Although he is not as good as the president, he can also identify the aura and goodness of a painting. This picture of an old man with dead wood has certain flaws in layout and skills. The painter looks very impetuous, but has reached a certain level in artistic conception.

It is a very aura of painting.

"I know this box, this painting..." Yu Yongjing calmed down and thought for a long time before slowly explaining: "The president doesn't know that I have another niece. My brother-in-law has always hoped that I can accept her to learn painting. This painting was sent by him..."

Jiang Xinran beside him, from shock to fear, the fingernails hanging on both sides were deeply embedded in the palm of his palm.

It was not until Yu Yong finished his last sentence that Jiang Xinran breathed a sigh of relief.

Listening to Yu Yong's explanation, the president frowned slightly, "What do you mean is that this painting was not painted by your niece, but the picture your brother-in-law specially found to let you take your disciple?"

If this painting was really painted by a girl under 20 years old, her potential would be unlimited. If it was painted by a master of Chinese painting, it would be of no value. These students under 20 years old can still make qualitative progress, but a master of Chinese painting has reached the ceiling and it is difficult to make any progress.

"I asked her," Yu Yong had calmed down and slowly explained to the president, "It took only a few months before and after she learned Chinese painting, and she learned it in a mess. It was impossible for her to be her."

Yu Yong already knows what kind of person Meng Fu is.

If she really has achievements in this regard, she would not be able to be in the entertainment industry now.

The president listened to Yu Yong's words, nodded slightly, and said nothing, allowing the two to leave.

Yu Yong and Jiang Xinran came with excitement, but the joy was empty.

Yu Yong was relieved. He didn't intend to hold too much expectations, so he turned around and said to Jiang Xinran, "You and your mother go back first, I'll go see them."

Yu Zhenling was still waiting for news from the two outside the door anxiously. Seeing Jiang Xinran coming out, she hurriedly met her, her eyes lit up: "How is it? What has the president told you?"

Seeing Yu Zhenling, Jiang Xinran opened her mouth and subconsciously did not say anything about Meng Fu, "He made a mistake."

Here, Meng Fu has finished his meal with Mr. Jiang.

Mr. Jiang wanted to send her back, but Meng Fu refused. She tilted her head and said, "No, my assistant will take me to the training camp later."

"Okay," the old man turned his gaze on the car that was driving not far away, "I'll watch you go first."

Zhao Fan and Su Di, Su Cheng didn't like the Jiang family very much. Su Cheng parked the car far away and turned on the headlights.

After Meng Fu got into the car, the old man withdrew his gaze. He looked at Jiang Quan and his smile calmed down, "Don't look for your wife next time I have dinner."

**

The next day.

Training camp dormitory.

As soon as Chu Yue left the dormitory, she saw Meng Fuchen running back. She glanced at Meng Fu, paused, and said, "Meng Fu, Ye Shuning has been intensifying training these days, why don't you go to the class?"

She was talking about Lu Haichao’s class.

Meng Fu put on the hat of her sweatshirt and went to take a towel to take a shower: "Let's see your sister."

"Oh." Chu Yue said oh, six people formed a group, and the others did not have more opportunities than Ye Shuning, but they also worked hard to train their own performances just to be less embarrassing on the international stage.

She took the mask and put it on herself. After taking a step, she remembered something. She turned around and looked at Meng Fu's back, and wanted to speak but stopped.

Meng Fu didn't reply, and said concisely: "Say."

"Just..." Chu Yue had a stern face, "My sister said thank you..."

"You're welcome," Meng Fu put the towel on his shoulder, remembering something, "Is she cute?"

Speaking of his sister, Chu Yue's rare look appeared on her face, "It's okay."

"I'll go see your sister when I have time." Meng Fu closed the bathroom door.

Chu Yue stood outside the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Zhao Fan raising his hand to knock on the door.

Zhao Fan came to talk about variety shows with Meng Fu today. After saying hello to Chu Yue, she waited for Meng Fu in the dormitory.

Meng Fu didn't urge her to take a shower, but she just lowered her head and frowned and turned her long contract on her hand. "This week, the topic on Weibo is already creating momentum. Che Shao is fine, you and Sheng Jun will definitely be trampled."

"Best Idol" has just finished broadcasting, and Meng Fu has been a popular person recently. "A Day of a Star" obviously doesn't want to miss this popularity.

"The final qualifier happened to be the night after the live broadcast," Zhao Fan had a headache, "The time is too tight."

As she was talking, a rapid ringtone rang. Zhao Fan glanced at it. It was Meng Fu's cell phone on the table. The call was a string of unknown local numbers, "Tel, local."

Zhao Fan looked up and shouted to the bathroom.

She has always respected Meng Fu's privacy.

"Come on." Meng Fu's voice came from the bathroom.

Zhao Fan answered the phone number from the Painting Association.

Meng Fu came out of the bathroom and saw Zhao Fan sitting on her chair, looking thoughtful.

Meng Fu wore a loose long T-shirt, held a towel in his hand and pressed it on his head, dragged it away from Chu Yue's stool next door and sat down, and put his legs slightly up.

"You had dinner with your grandfather last night. Did you tell your uncle to hang up with his subordinates? The General Painting Association asked you to go there," Zhao Fan put down the document and was surprised. "If this is the case, then you won't be too trampled on this live variety show..."

Last time Yu Zhenling talked about the Painting Association, Zhao Fan wanted Meng Fu to agree.

"No." Meng Fu moved his computer over and turned it on while wiping his hair.

"Why did the Painting Association look for you?" Zhao Fan opened his mouth.

Meng Fu took a bottle of water, unscrewed the bottle cap with one hand, and said lazily: "Who knows."

**

I don’t know what the Painting Association meant, but Zhao Fan still urged Meng Fu to leave the Painting Association.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the existence of the General Painting Association is like the Beijing University of Beijing, and these are places where gods gather.

Some people have never seen it.

T City General Painting Association is also a tourist scenery. However, the Painting Association, like the Peking University, must have a student certificate to enter, so it is extremely mysterious in the eyes of ordinary people.

Zhao Fan brought Meng Fu to the Painting Association. The people inside confirmed that the president was looking for Meng Fu and took Meng Fu and Zhao Fan to the president's office very respectfully.

"President of the Painting Association?" Zhao Fan's expression changed.

She naturally knew who the president of the Painting Association was. This was no different to her. You are a beggar. Suddenly, you heard that the county magistrate wanted to see you in person.

The president changed into a blue long-distance running today.

His hair was slightly white and his face was obviously gentle, but Zhao Fan looked at him with an indescribable majesty, which made people dare not look directly into his eyes.

"Sit," the president raised his hand to them, and asked someone to take out the painting from last night. His eyes passed by Zhao Fan and looked at Meng Fu, and his tone seemed kind, "I'm looking for you today to ask you, who painted this painting?"

He said, the people around him had already raised the painting.

Zhao Fan looked up at the painting that was raised. She was a person outside the door and could not see any tricks.

But the paintings mentioned by the president of the Painting Association are definitely not simple.

Zhao Fan turned his head again and looked at Meng Fu.

Meng Fu kept looking down at his phone. When he heard the question, he looked up without being humble and arrogant, glanced at the painting, and said, "I drew it."

"Puff--" Zhao Fan, who had been nervous, couldn't help but turn his head to look at Meng Fu.

I couldn't bear to look directly in my eyes.

She drew it?

Zhao Fan couldn't help but remembered the information he filled in on the first day when he signed Meng Fu. Meng Fu only filled in interviews, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and was not good at everything, let alone learning.

Now that she said such big words, she was still facing the president of the Painting Association. If this was spread, Zhao Fan could imagine what kind of black material would sweep across the Internet. She suddenly winked at Meng Fu.

"You?" The president narrowed his eyes slightly. He looked at Meng Fuqing's eyes and couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes." Meng Fu nodded again. Although the painting was not so beautiful, she dared to act.

The president smiled slightly, and he asked the people around him to arrange rice paper and painting tools, and said lightly: "Then you draw another one and I'll see."

When Zhao Fan heard this, his pores exploded. He suddenly turned to look at Meng Fu. It was not so easy for President to fool him!

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Chapter completed!