Chapter 1967: Screenwriter Gu Minghao (11)

Shui Anluo coaxed two little ancestors, and Chu Jiyi was still reading documents when he returned.
Shui Anluo took a bath with two small things upstairs, but now he doesn't need to wash.
"Great President Chu, because of your limelight, I was scolded again by women in the entire city of A." Shui Anluo sat beside the bed and stretched his hands around his neck.
"Well, someone still spoke for you." Chu Cuiyi said lightly, without the slightest emotion in his voice.
Shui Anluo hesitated for a moment, and immediately retracted his own words, secretly cursing himself: Shui Anluo, are you stupid?
"You're not stupid. Fools have brains." Chu Cuiyi looked at the file and opened his mouth. During this period, he didn't even raise his head.
Shui Anluo laughed more ugly than crying, "General Chu, you are getting more and more tricks."
Chu Cuiyi finally looked up, and Pi Xiaorou looked at his wife without smiling: "Well, that's the credit of the wife and children, always doing things that normal people would not do."
Shui Anluo: "..."
So, was she scolded or her fault?
"No, I really don't know the one who cares." Shui Anlu raised his hand and vowed. "If you want to know, you will be called a servant this morning."
Shui Anluo said, still angry.
After Chu Jiyi finished signing, she finally put down the documents in her hand and looked at her wife-in-law with another curiosity.
"Don't you think there is something strange about this?" Chu Cuiyi reminded.
Shui Anluo blinked: "What?"
"How did he know you were Mrs. Chu?"
"Yeah, he doesn't know me, so he must have spoken for me or for Mrs. Chu." Sui Anluo suddenly turned into a serf and turned around.
Chu Cuiyi: "..."
Chu Cuiyi looked at her coldly, this head is also fake.
Is he reminding this?
What he wants to remind is clearly: This person is not simple. People will know who you are in the elevator in the morning and lie to you, so this person must have a purpose to approach you. Be careful!
Unfortunately, the brain circuits are different and communication has obstacles.
"Sure enough, it was a wrong idea to expect someone with a head to decorate and a brain circuit," said Chu Cuiyi, lying down.
Shui Anluo blinked, turning what he said.
Is it a wrong idea to expect someone with a head to decorate and a brain circuit?
Whose head is used for decoration?
Chu Cuiyi looked at his wife-in-law's dull appearance.
No wonder I don't even remember the name of my little bamboo horse.
Chu Qiyi thought that he still sympathized with Gu Minghao and returned with purpose, but Xiao Qingmei did not remember him at all, and did not recognize him.
"No, who's the head you used to decorate?" Shui Anluo said, holding Chu Chuyi's collar with both hands, and said unhappyly.
Chu Chuangyi pressed one hand against her waist, directly pressing the person against her chest, and the other hand was placed under her little butt. With a slight force on her arm, she hugged the person to him.
Shui Anluo retracted into the quilt automatically, his hands around his neck, "I tell you, I really don't know what screenwriter, if you don't believe me, I will kill you Mingzhi."
Chu Cuiyi raised an eyebrow and killed him to clarify her ambition?
The girl would think.
"Really don't know?" Chu Jiyi's voice was low, her eyes locked on her, and she asked seriously.