Chapter 2008: Brother, not all bamboo horses are called husbands (4)

After Chu Cunyi left, Qiao Yaruan went to help Xiaocai arrange the discharge procedures. Shui Anluo wrapped two small things into small buns to prevent them from being frozen when they went out.
On the way back, Qiao Yaruan received a call from his mother, saying that Xia Ling's phone had been shut down and no one answered.
Qiao Yaruan hung up the phone and looked at Shui Anluo in the front passenger seat: "It's gone."
"Did you chase Yunnan?" Shui Anluo asked curiously.
"I don't know, you talk to your man first." Qiao Yaruan shrugged.
Shui Anluo called Chu Cuiyi's phone number. He was watching Zhao Wanwan's press conference at the moment. After receiving the call from Shui Anluo, he stunned and said, "Have you gone?"
"Well, Aunt An said that Xia Ling's phone was turned off."
Chu Jiyi squinted his eyes slightly, thinking of the sound of the helicopter heard in the hospital before, and had an answer in her heart.
"I see. Let Qiao Yaruan drive slowly, I will go back in the afternoon." Chu Qiyi explained, and when he heard the knock on the door, he said, "Come in."
"President, Mr. Gu is out and says he wants to see you," the secretary said respectfully.
"Which Gu?" Chu Muyi frowned.
"Mr. Gu Minghao."
Shui Anluo paused, "Gu Minghao saw what you did? Did you buy his script?"
"I don't know. I'll see you first. Slow down the road." Chu Cuiyi said, and hung up. "Come in." Chu Cuiyi said, turning the wheelchair to the back of the desk.
Shui Anluo hung up the phone to see Qiao Yaruan, "Gu Minghao is going to see Chu Niyi, Chu Jingyi won't be stupid enough to buy his script. A big man writes romance and thinks I'm shaking."
"I glanced at it before, and there were a few books he wrote that were still good. They were all childhood stories, but they were separated, and they met again many years later. He seemed to like this routine very much."
"Well, it's all deceiving to say that the young plum and bamboo horses meet again. In other words, I don't remember what my little bamboo horse is called, what does it look like?"
Qiao Ya Ruan Liang took a glance at her and received a phone call from Feng Feng.
In the president's office, the secretary dropped the water glass and went out.
"I heard that President Chu had a high fever yesterday, and today it looks much better." Gu Minghao said with a smile, as if he was just chatting with him.
"It's just a minor illness, is there anything wrong with Mr. Gu?" Chu Cuiyi said lightly.
Gu Minghao took out a yellow folder and put it on the table. "Selling a script to Chu for myself, I don't know if Chu is always interested."
Chu Cuiyi bowed his head, his eyes fell on the yellow cover. "Mr. Gu's thing is to find the film and television department, it's useless to find me. I can't ask about the script."
Gu Minghao chuckled and said, "Isn't it better if you can persuade President Chu directly? And I think Chu may like this story. There is no ending yet, maybe he can write the ending that Chu himself likes."
Chu Cuiyi slowly reached out, took the folder, opened it, browsed a few pages at random, and turned to the last glance before closing the folder.
"Mr. Gu should not be a wise choice for me. After all, I personally don't like green plum bamboo horses. You also know that my wife and I are 8 or 9 years old. There is no such thing as us, and no green plum bamboo horses can exist. Such a story, I I don't like it or accept it. "Chu Cuiyi said, pushing the file back.
"Perhaps, Mrs. Chu would like it?" Gu Minghao hooked the corners of his lips, and in his eyes was the deep meaning that Chu Muyi could only see.