Chapter 2022: You little bamboo horse, not simple (eight)

Chu Cuiyi was originally on the phone and was surprised when she saw her daughter's shape.
But the little girl actually felt beautiful, walking around the living room.
Shui Anluo passed, sat down on the sofa, and looked back at Chu Cuiyi: "Your daughter has a problem with her aesthetics."
Chu Cuiyi: "..."
He could not refute this sentence.
"I'm not going today, Mr. Gu signed the contract and you let the film and television department take charge, let An Dao pass, and regarding the casting, let the film and television department get absolute casting rights." Chu Cuiyi said.
After answering there, Chu Muyi hung up the phone.
Shui Anluo looked at Chu Muyi curiously: "You signed Gu Minghao's script?"
Chu Jiyi raised her eyebrows slightly. "After all, it's your little horse."
"Forget it, I want to trust your surname." Shui Anluo Lengheng.
Chu Cuiyi raised an eyebrow. "Your name is in my account book, isn't it my last name?"
Shui Anluo: "..."
This sentence is incorrect.
Shui Anluo got up and ran beside Chu Muyi, and sat down directly on his leg. "Then you say, isn't he clean?"
Chu Cuiyi reached out and hugged her waist, looked at the two children playing with each other, and got up and sat on the sofa, still holding the person in her arms.
"Don't dare to say clean, it's definitely not clean anyway, as for those people, I'm not sure yet." Chu Cuiyi tells the truth, after all, he hasn't got the exact evidence.
"Let me think about it." Shui Anluo reached out and touched his chin. "Gu Minghao talked very little when he was a kid. It seems that he only talked a lot when he was with me. I remember I heard that he had autism. Yes, but I didn't find any autism. He talked a lot when he was with me. "
"Autism?" Chu Niyi grasped the point, "Are you sure?"
"By the way, to see Shui Anjiao, the woman must know that when I was in elementary school, she hated people who were good to me, and people who were good to me, she felt very clear, just to stay away from others. I. "Shui Anluo said, jumping straight from Chu Muyi's body.
Shui Anjiao?
Chu Cuiyi didn't move. She reached out and touched the tip of her nose: "Shui Anjiao is crazy and is still in a lunatic asylum."
Shui Anluo paused for a moment, then sat down again, "Oh."
She forgot about it.
"I'll have someone arrange to take her out, maybe there is value in mad talk and madness," said Chu Cuiyi, reaching out and patting Shui Anluo's hand, "I'll go by myself, and you'll be at home."
Shui Anluo thought about it, "I'll go, at least to see what she looks like now."
At ten in the morning, Chu Ningyi answered the phone, and Shui Anluo gave the child to Qiao Yaruan, and then went out with Chu Ningyi.
Chu Cuiyi chose the underground parking garage not far from the mental hospital.
Even during the day, it was gloomy, cold wind came in from the entrance and exit, and the bitter cold.
The door was opened, and the headed person whispered, "The surveillance is all closed."
Chu Cunyi nodded, and drove off his long legs.
The man stepped back, and behind him were six men of the same clothes, all wearing sunglasses, so that people could not see the true face.
The moment Shui Anluo got out of the car, there was a feeling of being in the dark.
The woman who was sitting madly on the ground had hair like hay, dirt on her dirty face with obvious bloodstains, and the rotten hospital clothes were stained with blood.