Compared with other women who ridiculed and framed her because of Fu Yancheng, Meng Yu's attitude was really good.
Sheng Mian's affection for her instantly increased.
"Screenwriter Meng is right not to be with him. You are not suitable."
Meng Yu started to laugh again, drank the coffee in his hand, and heard the bell ringing outside.
"Sorry, my brother is out of class. He is a senior in high school this year. I promised to come over to have lunch with him. In his senior year, time is tight, so I asked him to come here. I hope Miss Sheng won't dislike it."
Sheng Mian had done some research before coming and found out that Meng Yu had a younger brother in his family, but this younger brother was not her biological brother. He was adopted by her. As for how he was adopted, only she knew.
After a while, she saw a very tall young man walking across the road, about eighteen years old, tall and handsome, with a youthful air about him.
There were several classmates around him, but his temperament was too similar to Meng Yu's, a bit cold.
Probably seeing Meng Yu, he said hello to his classmates and walked over quickly.
"sister."
He shouted without even looking at Sheng Mian.
Meng Yu nodded to him and took out a lunch box from the bag on the side.
"I brought it for you, eat it."
Meng Kezhi nodded and sat down, quietly opening the lunch box.
Seeing his conditions, Sheng Mian couldn't help but ask, "Didn't Screenwriter Meng think about letting your brother enter the entertainment industry?"
Meng Yu shook his head, "This kid is a promising student."
Only then did Meng Kezhi's eyes fall on Sheng Mian, he nodded politely, and then started to eat slowly.
Unlike the lively high school students, this kid is a bit silent.
Sheng Mian's eyes stayed on him for a moment, and she felt that the way he looked at Meng Yu just now was a bit strange.
She was wise enough not to speak at this juncture, but waited until Meng Kezhi finished his meal and went to class before asking Meng Yu.
"Why did Screenwriter Meng suddenly come to have dinner with my brother today? I remember that you were away from the Imperial Capital for a lot of time."
The indifference on Meng Yu's face disappeared instantly.
"In the three years of high school, Kezhi's grades have always been the first in the grade. Recently, he suddenly dropped to more than 200. The class teacher called me, so I came back from abroad. The college entrance examination is about to take place in the next year. I am worried about him.
Have you been affected by anything recently?"
Sheng Mian lowered his head and stirred the coffee in his hand silently. The boy's skin was very good-looking, and he had been ranked first in grade all year round. He must be a popular figure in the school, but his temperament was so similar to Meng Yu's, it was like he was imitating
Like her.
Meng Yu is a bit cold towards people, and since he is engaged in literary creation, it is easy for him to be immersed in his own world. Once he is immersed, he will lose contact with the outside world.
If you like a woman like this, you will probably be at a loss.
Once he is at a loss, he will use some special means to force her back.
Sheng Mian had an idea in her mind, "Screenwriter Meng's current script is not short of investment. The probability of me being selected by you is very low, but I really like your script. I can also try to make friends with your brother. Screenwriter Meng's
I don’t like to talk to others, but there are many young people like this in my company. Maybe your brother is willing to open up to me?"
Meng Yu glanced at her doubtfully, "If Miss Sheng wants to lure my brother into the entertainment industry, forget it. I know how dirty this industry is."
"No, it's just to help Ke Zhi open up his heart."
Meng Yu was a little doubtful. In the past few days since she returned to China, she had been trying to chat with Kezhi, but he was always avoiding her.
On the surface, he looked as well-behaved as before, but some things had changed, and she couldn't tell where.
"Okay, if Miss Sheng can really untie Kezhi's knot, I will choose your investment for this script, but you have to be prepared. Without an investment of hundreds of millions, you won't be able to achieve the effect I want."
“Writer Meng, don’t worry.”
Sheng Mian breathed a sigh of relief, and the corners of his mouth curled up.
After returning to the car, she turned on her phone and found that there were new messages from Fu Yancheng on her phone.
[My head is still dizzy, but I have a cross-border meeting tonight.]
【Are you planning to ignore me forever? 】
[You haven’t visited my grandpa since he passed away. Will you come together tomorrow? 】
