Chapter 1962: Screenwriter Gu Minghao (6)

Xia Ling stepped a little and settled down. She had been there, but her mother gave her a bad look. After all, she trusted her son more.
And she didn't understand, shouldn't her mother be more inclined to look like her daughter?
Unfortunately, she saw the wrong person. If An and his mother were such people, it would not have been so easy to forgive Qiao Yaruan and even recognize Qiao Yaruan as a daughter.
Therefore, after all, she still doesn't understand humans.
"It has nothing to do with you," Xia Ling said, stepping away again.
Qiao Yaruan looked at the steps she left, and looked down at the half-length hair in her hands. It seemed not difficult to get it, didn't she?
After seeing Xia Ling, Qiao Yaruan went back.
While waiting for the elevator, Qiao Yaruan saw the people around her and looked up and down. She has less time to live at home, so it is not surprising to strangers.
Qiao Yaruan entered the elevator and pressed the twenty-second floor. The man followed and pressed the twenty-first floor.
The man took off his sunglasses, and the beautiful peach eyes looked at Qiao Yaruan with a smile.
Qiao Yaruan frowned, taking a subconscious step back.
"Mrs. Feng made it so obvious, but it was hurting," the man said, covering his chest.
"Is it rude to look at other people's eyes?" Qiao Yaruan cut off and looked to the side, but felt something wrong, and looked back at him, "Do you know me?"
"Who doesn't know the mother of Feng Yingdi's child?" The man shrugged, taking it for granted.
Qiao Yaruan was dubious. Who knew that the mother of Feng Yingdi's child even said Feng Feng didn't know it?
"Hi, my name is Gu Minghao, and the new one lives on the 21st floor." The man politely reached out.
Qiao Yaruan glanced down and didn't reach out to grip, just nodded.
The man sighed. "It's really cold."
When the 21st floor arrived, Gu Minghao smiled out of the elevator. "See you next time."
Qiao Yaruan snorted, not planning to see him next time, and he was not so familiar with him.
After Qiao Yaruan returned, he told Shui Anluo about this.
Shui Anluo was studying acupuncture books, and when she heard what she said, she asked, "What is the romance screenwriter on the 21st floor?"
"I don't know what to do?" Qiao Yaruan said, walked to the restaurant table, picked up the kettle and poured water. "What is Gu Minghao? He has a pair of peach eyes. It doesn't look good at first sight."
Peach blossom eyes, little white face, Shui Anluo snorted, that's right, I saw it in the morning.
Gu Minghao, the name is a bit familiar.
Shui Anluo bit his pen and thought, but couldn't remember anything.
Qiao Yaruan came over after drinking the water, and threw a transparent bag to Shui'anluo. Shui'anluo reached out to catch it. There was only a long hair with a forefinger in it.
"The woman was too cautious. Even the coffee she drank was dripping, and the cup was wiped clean from inside to outside with paper towels. The paper towels were also taken away. This is something I took a bit of effort to get." Sorry beside him, and said.
Shui Anluo raised his eyebrows and still looked at the hair. "They are not stupid, naturally they are careful. They dare to let Xia Ling out, they must have made a complete preparation."
Qiao Yaruan swiped his lips without comment.
"Hey, I just watched your man's new movie conference, don't say it's a good match to stand with Zhao Wanwan." Shui Anluo said with a smile.