Real Daughter Slaps Her Face Everyday [Entertainment Circle]

When Meng Zhen stepped onto the stage, the whole venue was quiet for a moment. All the audience saw the graceful figure in a cheongsam, with just the right makeup, which faded away the pure innocence that belongs to a girl, and it was a little more charming and charming.

"Oh my God, is that Meng Zhen? She looks better in cheongsam than the flower demon."

"Everyone knows what she looks like. Isn't it a plastic surgery? The plastic surgery monster is disgusting!"

"No matter if she has not undergone plastic surgery, she is still beautiful now, but I have watched "Dream of Youth" before. Meng Zhen doesn't know any musical instrument. She can sing and dance normally. At this moment, she is holding the Erhu in her arms. Right? It's a shame to take the initiative to take the stage for Bo's ratings, it's really miserable to be transparent.

Several Le Yuanzhao fans in the front row discussed in a low voice, they did not have any good feelings for Meng Zhen, and naturally they would not say good things to her.

After the host briefly said a few words, the stage lights suddenly dimmed, and a beam of soft light hit Meng Zhen, who became the only focus in the venue.

The girl was sitting on a wooden bench with her back straight, the piano tube placed on the base of her left leg close to her lower abdomen, and the bow in one hand, began her playing.

The beginning of the music is a typical instrumental melody, and the passionate rhythm shows the sight of the galloping horse in front of everyone, whether it is the neigh of the horse or the momentum of running, it is reflected in the sixteenth note.

Meng Zhen was very focused when playing. Because he was too emotional, the trimmed eyebrows were slightly folded, and the pink lips were also drawn into a line, which was obviously completely integrated into the music.

Professor Ning, who was sitting in the judges' bench, turned out to have an unsightly face, but when he heard Meng Zhen's piano sound, he couldn't help but let out a sigh, his expression relaxed a little.

Zhang Zhongqing leaned against the teacher and said with a smile: "Look, the show crew is quite discerning, how well this little girl surnamed Meng performed."

Professor Ning pushed the students away, the expression on his face showed a bit of disgust, "Don't disturb me listening to the tune."

Zhang Zhongqing: "..."

Fang Jing, who was sitting on the far right, laughed.

Meng Zhen's body and mind are integrated into the music. She feels that her heart is drawn by an invisible and intangible silk thread. When the tune is high, it will be lifted into the sky, and when the tune is low, it will fall into a trough.

After the performance of the song, her forehead oozes fine sweat, and a faint pink halo floats on her cheeks, like a rose that has just gone through a torrential rain, exuding indescribable charm.

Le Yuanzhao fans looked at the face on the big screen, in an indescribable mood. Although they like their idols, they are not deaf, and can tell the quality of the music.

Compared with Le Yuan's stumbling and barely finished guzheng, Meng Zhen's erhu solo is comparable to Tianlai.

Such a sharp contrast hurt the hearts of the fans, who froze in place, neither applauding nor cheering, as quiet as a stone sculpture.

The host walked onto the stage and praised in awe, "Audience friends, Teacher Meng is only 18 years old this year, and it is not easy for Erhu to pull so well."

Meng Zhen smiled shyly.

At this time, Le Yuanzhao was also invited to the stage. Compared with his high spirits not long ago, he is now like an eggplant that has been beaten by frost. His face is purple, and the whole person can't lift the energy. He is full of spirits. Depressed.

"Do the three regular mentors have any questions to ask the youth mentors?"

Musician Fang Jing raised his hand and asked in a gentle voice, "Meng Zhen, right? How many years have you studied erhu?"

"I have been in touch with this instrument when I was a child, and it was broken for two years, and I picked it up recently, so I was quite nervous when I was playing just now, afraid of making mistakes."

Ning Fenghua nodded slightly, his gaze shifted to Le Yuanzhao, with a trace of scrutiny in his eyes, and asked, "How many years have you studied Guzheng?"

Even though Ning Fenghua rarely appears in front of the screen, his students are well-known big names in the industry. Le Yuanzhao can't afford to offend him, so he can only bite the bullet and answer: "I have studied for four or five years, but I am not very talented. Okay, let the teachers laugh."

Ning Fenghua knew that Le Yuanzhao was lying, so he didn't ask any more questions.

This child was full of lies at a young age, and his temperament was already wrong. If he didn't get him back, the road ahead would definitely be difficult.

After the regular tutors finished their questions, Meng Zhen and Le Yuanzhao sat on the judges' bench and watched the contestants' performance.

I have to say that the quality of the variety show "Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu" is indeed very high. Every student on stage has a very solid foundation in folk music. There is even a female student who performs the guzheng, and she played that song. The mountains and flowing water are much stronger than Le Yuan.

"Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu" has been broadcast for a full year. This is the first time that a student has surpassed the instructor. It is not that the student is too good, but that the young instructor is not good at folk music, but he has to be insulted.

The resurrection halo in Meng Zhen's hands finally came in handy. It was given to a fourteen-year-old girl. The girl's dulcimer played was crisp and pleasant to the ear, but she was assigned to the pending group because the other students were too good.

This program was recorded for five hours. After it was over, Meng Zhen walked over to bid farewell to the three seniors and the staff of the program team. Seeing the girl and Professor Ning had a happy conversation, Le Yuan gritted his teeth. , I never thought I would be compared to Meng Zhen.

The agent glanced at him and said in a low voice: "Don't make trouble here. Behind this variety show is Huangtao TV. We can't afford to offend it."

Le Yuanzhao knew the severity, took a deep breath, and got directly into the nanny's car. He never wanted to see Chenxi Theater again.

That night, there were countless posts related to "Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu" appeared in the largest forum in China. One of the netizens posted the ticket stub and posted a separate post. The theme: This issue of "Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu" made people big Surprised, unimaginable, unimaginable.

[The original poster is going to stop selling it. The three fixed instructors have not changed. They are all big guys. They will definitely not play abnormally. Is it because the two flying guests have a problem? 】

[I said Meng Zhen can't do it. An illiterate who has never studied in high school, how can he use a musical instrument? Isn't it a shame to participate in a folk music variety show? 】

[Where is the master? Isn't it here to fish? 】

[Le Yuan, let’s save it for the fans, I’m on the scene, your idols playing guzheng is not the worst, only worse, even the students can’t compare with it, so I’m so embarrassed to speculate on dedicated people, it’s really disgusting]

[My mother, is it not Meng Zhen that overturned the car, but Le Yuanzhao? Tell me in detail upstairs? 】

In just one night, the number of clicks on the posts in the forum has doubled, and some people even released photos taken by themselves. The Reuters photos of Meng Zhen wearing a cheongsam and her erhu are amazing. Licking the screen.

The second day after recording "Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu", it happened to be the celebration of the 20th anniversary of the establishment of the Xu Group. As soon as daybreak, Zhao Rong sent a driver to pick up Meng Zhen and went to a styling studio.

The stylist in the studio used to receive celebrities, so seeing Meng Zhen didn't act too much, and only took out a small book printed with cartoons for her to sign.

"Teacher Meng, there is a pure white fishtail dress that suits you very well. Would you like to try it?"

Meng Zhen nodded, and with the help of the stylist, she put on the slim dress, her black hair was simply draped behind her ears, and she put on red lipstick, her temperament was immediately highlighted.

"My vision is right. Ms. Meng is indeed suitable for this long dress. He will definitely surprise the audience when he will appear at the celebration later."

After Meng Zhen packed up, he took the driver's car and went to the hotel under Xu's family.

The Xu Group is quite famous in the capital. Many celebrities were invited to participate in this celebration. As soon as Meng Zhen got out of the car, she was pointed at by Yu Ji’s long and short cannon. She pursed her lips and smiled, and beckoned to everyone. , Quickly walked into the elevator.

"Meng Zhen actually came, can a small transparent person participate in Xu's dinner?"

"What's wrong with Xiao Transparent? Look at how beautiful her face is. Many wealthy businessmen will appear at the dinner party. Maybe they can fly on the branches and become a phoenix." A reporter said while pressing the shutter.

As soon as Meng Zhen walked into the banquet hall, many people's eyes fell on her. Many wealthy businessmen did not know this little-known star, but her face was indeed beautiful, wearing a pure white backless dress. The black hair is like ink, and the red lips are like fire. No matter where he goes, he is the most outstanding one.

At this moment, Xu Xueruo was sitting on the bench, looking at Meng Zhen's appearance, biting her lower lip hard, her face also not very pretty.

"Xueruo, why did your company invite Meng Zhen? A small internet celebrity with no work appeared at the anniversary celebration. I am afraid it is not suitable?" A tall girl pouted.

"The guest list is determined by Mom and Dad, and I don't know what happened."

Xu Xueruo managed to squeeze a smile. She is the adopted daughter of the Xu family. Few people in the upper class don’t know. However, due to the love of Xu Youheng and Zhao Rong, everyone has a good attitude towards her. Who cares about an adopted daughter who is not related by blood?

Thinking about it this way, Xu Xueruo felt extremely uncomfortable, her eye circles were slightly flushed, and she looked weaker and pitiful.

Xu Ruixi walked to her, handed her a glass of juice, and whispered: "I really don't understand why my father asked her to come over, and I'm not afraid to lose the face of our Xu family."

"Ricie."

Xu Xueruo frowned, not wanting to let those best friends know the identity of Meng Zhen, so she reminded her.

Meng Zhen was not blind. He naturally saw the siblings in the northwest corner. Xu Ruixi glared at her, and Xu Xueruo smiled softly. She still remembered that someone once said that the more docile and harmless things, the more you have to be careful. Who knows whether she is a sheep or a beast with venom glands after tearing off that layer of skin.

This sentence couldn't be more appropriate to describe Xu Xueruo.

Meng Zhen was not the protagonist of this dinner, and no one took the initiative to talk to her. Just as she was so bored and fiddled with the pink rose on the table with her fingertips, a waiter came over.

"Miss Meng, Mrs. Xu wants you to go to the lounge to find her."