Copywriting one:
Zhen Yuan put his body under Xi Yang's nose and asked flatteringly: "Yang Yang, Yang Yang, do I smell like shit."
Xi Yang frowned, kicked the fat man on the butt, and said in a cold tone: "Get out of here, I like women."
Zhen Yuan rubbed his butt aggrievedly, looked at A Qiu on the sofa with a pursed lip and smiled with resentment, and said sadly: "Does the woman you are talking about specifically refer to the little village girl?"
"You try calling her little village girl again?"
"Oh, little country girl (mushroom)?"
"..."
Yiyi dragged the bottle, walked over with a pale face and disheveled hair, and said angrily: "Author, although I am a sick person, can you let me show my face in the copy?"
The little transparent author stroked his forehead and said calmly: "There are very few visitors, so it doesn't matter whether you reveal your face or not."
"That won't work either!!!!"
Copywriting two:
She was the broom star in everyone's eyes. They said, "Ah Qiu, you are an unknown person. You just need to be alive. What else do you have to look forward to?"
When I was 16 years old, I met my biological mother for the first time. I said goodbye to the small town and came to a big city to live under the shelter of others. Not only could I not recognize my mother, I also had to work as a nanny for my sister named Yiyi.
However, there were so many bad things in her life, but she could not escape the gift of fate. She met the boy in her life, Gong Ning Xiyang.
Two points sad, five points relaxed, and three points sweet.
Not a Mary Sue, not pretentious, and the heroine is not a noob.
I won't give up the article, can you read it?
Thanks to Tu Hua Paradise for helping to make the cover for free. I recommend it~ Address: http://bbs. Jjwxc. Net/board. Php? Board=23&type=&page=1