Chapter 1964: Screenwriter Gu Minghao (8)

Shui Anluo slipped her lips and picked up the book to continue reading.
Speaking for himself cannot change the fact that he said he was a servant in the morning.
"This screenwriter is very powerful, what flowers are in the clouds, and the gold medal girl is a TV series he wrote. It was not a mess in the fire, and it was high on the ratings list."
Shui Anluo was not interested in listening.
"He seems to be keen on childhood sweethearts." Qiao Ya Ruan Yue said.
"If I want to talk about green plums and horses, I also have them." Shui Anluo glanced at Qiao Yaruan.
"Just at the same table, you can't even remember people's names, haven't you been at the same table for a year? The damaging English has failed so far, and I'm sorry to say that I am a sweetheart."
"It was too small at that time, who remembers his name." Shui Anluo said, nodding his chin slightly. "You said, if he doesn't go, is there any drama in Chu Muyi?"
"You're itchy." Chu Rongyi's chilly voice came suddenly, startled Shui Anluo jumped directly from the sofa.
Qiao Yaruan fell to the sofa with a smile, dare to say this, and was arrested for a prototype.
"You, why did you come back so early?" Shui Anluo stuttered, apparently frightened.
Xiao Cai Bao jumped from Chu Muyi's body. I couldn't help sighing. Mommy wasn't saved. It was six o'clock. Is it still early?
Uncle Chu left with a smile.
Shui Anluo rolled his eyes and looked at other places all the time, but he did not dare to look at the muddy wings.
Chu Cuiyi has always been more concerned about her young fellow.
After Qiao Yaruan laughed, she went back with a little bit. She didn't plan to sip on tonight.
Shui Anluo watched Qiao Yaruan leave, and his heart was sore.
The little baby opened the door and came in, watching Qiao Yaruan go out with a little escape, "Goddam?" The baby shouted and closed the door with a frown, "What's the matter with God?"
However, the atmosphere at home doesn't seem right.
Xiaocaibao held the literacy atlas that Dad bought for him and placed it on a small shelf in the corner of the living room, all of which were his atlas.
Shui Anluo was eighteen thousand miles from Chu Muyi, always watching him with precaution.
"Mummy, I'm hungry." Xiaodoubao said suddenly, and didn't feel it when playing with Baby, it was really hungry at the moment.
Shui Anluo took a moment to realize that he hadn't cooked dinner yet, and hurriedly turned to go to the kitchen, where he could hide for a while.
Chu Cuiyi snorted and settled with her at night.
The little baby put down his schoolbag, took over Daddy's clothes and stepped on a stool to help him hang on a hanger.
"Do you know Gu Minghao?" Chu Niyi asked suddenly.
"I don't know." Shui Anluo answered without thinking, "Did you not meet him in the elevator in the morning? But I didn't know what his name was at that time. Later, Lafayette met, he said of."
Shui Anluo said while cutting the newly delivered rice.
It was a coincidence that the person I met in the morning, the one I met downstairs today, happened to be the same on the first day.
Chu Cuiyi's fingers hit him back and forth in a wheelchair. James stepped down. The man behind him definitely had a backhand. Is this the Gu Minghao?
"You really don't know?" Chu Niyi asked as if confirming.
Shui Anluo turned back fiercely: "I don't know, I don't know, I said I don't know!"