Chapter 1957: Screenwriter Gu Minghao (1) recommended ticket plus more

After finishing cleaning, Shui Anluo found out that there was no rice in the house, so I had to go down to buy breakfast.
"I'm going to buy breakfast. What are you going to eat?" Shui Anluo asked, lying on the door of the bedroom. "Soy milk, fritters, quiche, millet porridge, whatever you choose." Shui Anluo knew he couldn't say one. So kindly gave an option.
"You decide." Chu Cuiyi still do not choose.
Shui Anluo: "..."
Sure enough, the people who are too lazy to choose the options are Chu Chu.
Shui Anluo took the wallet and went down. It was still very cold in the winter morning. It was dark at the moment. There was a breakfast spot in the community, not a stall, but a breakfast shop.
"Why did Mrs. Chu come out and sell breakfast today?" The boss asked with a smile, not many people at the moment.
Shui Anluo stomped her feet, the weather was too cold, and she had a runny nose. "Well, I'm too lazy to cook today." Shui Anluo said, lowering his head and counting. Root fritters, two servings of soy milk. "
"Mrs. Chu bought three more?" The boss said with a smile.
Shui Anluo smiled and continued stomping.
The boss quickly helped her pack up. "It's getting colder and colder this day. A handsome guy moved to the community yesterday. It seems to be living downstairs."
"Is it? I didn't see it." Shui Anluo responded casually, took the two big bags handed by the boss, and ran back quickly after paying the money.
It was much warmer in the lobby of the apartment. Yesterday, the temperature of a small snowstorm dropped a lot.
Shui Anluo waited for the elevator to come down and took the breakfast in, but the breakfast at the three houses was indeed a bit heavy. Shui Anluo held it carefully, for fear that the soy milk on it would spill.
"Ah, be careful."
Breakfast almost fell to the ground, Shui Anluo had time to reach out to catch it, and was caught.
Shui Anluo looked up, just looking into the man's eyes.
The man's mouth had a faint smile, a white face seemed abnormal, but the facial features were surprisingly good-looking, and they felt like Westerners.
"Thank you." Shui Anluo thanked embarrassingly.
"Are you the maid upstairs?" The man said, his voice was gorgeous bass, which sounded good.
A black line appeared on Shui'anluo's forehead, maid?
This apartment is owned by her. How did she become a servant?
"No, my family has more." Shui Anluo said faintly, and the only good impression on the man was gone.
The man nodded, "Is there a lot of people living here who can't bear to hire a servant?"
The man seemed to deliberately break through her words.
Shui Anluo: "..."
Meow, you're terrific.
"I like to do it myself," Shui Anluopi said without a smile.
"It turned out to be an unloved child." The man began with regret.
Shui Anluo: "..."
"Brother, do you write novels?" Shui Anluo asked with a godly voice.
"I'm a screenwriter, a romance screenwriter." The man introduced himself generously.
Shui Anluo thought secretly, are you a big man, sorry?
This growth is also the reason for yin and yang.
"It's better to tell me your story, and now you like some big girls who are bullied, little daughters-in-law and the like." The man said sincerely.
Shui Anluo: "..."
Bullied by your uncle.
"I'm sorry, my husband loves me very much, and I'm not a bullied daughter-in-law. Buying breakfast can only prove that I also love him, that's all." Go out and chop.