Chapter 1961: Screenwriter Gu Minghao (5)

Xia Ling squinted slightly, as if thinking about something.
Qiao Yaruan was not in a hurry, thanked the waiter and raised the coffee cup.
"So, what does Miss Qiao like him?" Xia Ling threw the question back.
"Au, no, who told you I like him?" Qiao Ya Ruan said naturally.
Xia Ling was choked by Qiao Yaruan's words, and her eyes became subconscious a little bit bigger.
Qiao Yaruan still smiled, drinking coffee slowly.
"Since Miss Qiao doesn't like it, why bother about what I do?" Xia Ling sneered.
"Ms. Xia understands this truth. Since Feng Feng doesn't like you, why are you entangled?" Qiao Yaruan looked at Xia Ling with a helpless expression.
Xia Ling realized Qiao Yaruan's words, her face became more and more ugly, this Qiao Yaruan was too difficult to deal with, she could not grasp her specific meaning in each sentence, and she was taken to the ditch every time.
Qiao Yaruan was in a very good mood. In the final analysis, it was just a dummy. How could this brain turn faster than her?
Xia Ling suppressed his emotions, pursed his lips and looked at Qiao Yaruan. "At least in my opinion, he is good, and I like him very much."
Qiao Yaruan nodded, as if she understood her.
"But he doesn't like you." Qiao Yaruan blinked, taking it for granted.
"If you like someone, go for it."
"If you like someone who likes others, you have to go all out, it's called inferiority." Qiao Ya Ruan froze and refuted her directly.
"But the one he likes doesn't like him, and I certainly have the right." Xia Ling gradually found a way to attack.
Qiao Yaruan raised an eyebrow and leaned back against the back of the chair.
"Ms. Xia likes to be a junior so much, it is really unexpected to me." Qiao Ya Ruan Leng hummed.
Xia Ling reached out to pick up the paper towel on the table and wiped it slowly on the edge of the coffee cup.
Qiao Yaruan frowned, is this woman wiping her saliva?
Sure enough, he was careful.
Xia Ling wiped the cup slowly. "Isn't Miss Qiao? After all, the person Feng Feng loves is An Qirou. Miss Qiao has no more daughters than me."
Qiao Yaruan noticed her movements and listened to her words.
"Ms. Xia probably forgot that in addition to having a daughter, she also had the love of Fengfeng." Qiao Yaruan said, and finally she looked away and looked at her face.
After Xia Ling wiped the cup, she didn't even drop a drop of coffee, then put the paper towel in her bag and looked up at Qiao Yaruan: "Sorry, this is my habit."
Qiao Yaruan shrugged, as if she didn't care about her seemingly perverted habit.
"It seems that Miss Qiao and I can't reach an agreement, then we have nothing to talk about. Pursuing others' freedom is everyone's right, and no one has the right to interfere, even Miss Qiao." Xia Ling said, finishing after getting up Took a look at his clothes.
Qiao Yaruan didn't get up, just looked at her with his head up.
Xia Ling has very long hair, but she doesn't necessarily hold it well. After all, she is very cautious, which is just the best proof.
This matter is more difficult than she thought.
"Miss Qiao is okay. I'm going back first." Xia Ling said, putting the money on the table, and then turned to leave.
Qiao Yaruan touched his chin and said suddenly when Xia Ling passed by, "Ms. Xia has been home recently?"