Chapter 1963: Screenwriter Gu Minghao (7)

Qiao Yaruan glanced at her lightly, "Your man is still a man and a woman, and it's better to stand with An Fengyang. You sit there and it's just a decoration. You said that I would lose to a woman, you But lost to a man. "
"Can't chat anymore." Shui Anluo said, smashing the book on Qiao Yaruan's body, then got up and went to the kitchen.
"Seriously, the photo is absolutely terrible, and the angle is extremely good." Qiao Yaruan said with a smile on purpose.
Shui Anluo rolled her eyes and did not intend to ignore her.
Although, she also thought that the photo was really taken well, she is a renminbi all the way.
In the news, the acquisition of James by Chu Group is being reported, and the foundation stone for the new building has been finalized. It is no sooner or later than James, just one month later.
Chu Cuiyi's face was definitely fierce enough, but James also asked for it. After his good friend completely collapsed, no matter what Chu Cuiyi did, that was right.
The news released by the Chu Group first turned the news one by one, and the masses who eat melon expressed their interest in watching it.
The crown prince's fame has risen again, and the crown prince has become two extremes again, with envy and jealousy.
There are all kinds of things.
The afternoon passed by Qiao Yaruan's laughter from time to time, so Weibo is a good thing, especially Chu's official Weibo. Every time the news of the prince is released, Shui'anluo Cliff becomes the one lying on the gun.
Shui Anluo continued to read the book on the principle that I wouldn't be upset if I didn't see it, but I would ask Qiao Yaruan about acupuncture from time to time.
Qiao Yaruan looked very happy, and he was very happy to tear apart, especially when someone said that Shui Anluo was not good enough for Chu's wing, but he was chopping people away, Qiao Yaruan would return coldly. One sentence: You can't get jealous, you go too.
Then the tearing will begin.
And this kind of tearing force, even Feng Feng has been on the trumpet, and his daughter-in-law and one heart, is simply the little master of tearing force.
"What if the point is wrong?"
"It will be disabled, but don't worry, the man in your family is already disabled." Qiao Yaruan replied to others and answered Suan Anluo's question.
Shui Anluo: "..."
Shui Anluo looked at someone with a black line, looked at her wretched smile, and then looked down, and twitched her mouth. There was actually a few thousand comments under a comment that scolded her. These people were full. Is there nothing to do?
"Are you busy?"
"It's necessary, what else?" Qiao Yaruan said, stretched his feet and kicked the water to secure the network: "Pour a glass of water for the mourning family, tearing to tears."
"Yeah, you didn't scold the street again." Shui Anluo said, dropping the book on her, and then pouring water for her.
"No, consumption of brain cells also consumes water." Qiao Yaruan said, looking up at Shui Anluo's back. "Which screenwriter is talking to you, do you know him?"
Shui Anluo passed the cup, and frowned, and said, "Just the one downstairs, how could I possibly know him? In the morning, I went to buy breakfast and said I was a servant."
"Look, the famous screenwriter Gu Minghao, it's him, he also left a message: Those so-called Mrs. Chu is not worthy of Mr. Chu, but just to find an excuse for his dirty jealous nature, it's quite literary.