Crescent Moon

-----------------------Copywriting-------------- Zhou Mulin stood in front of the counter and took orders for customers as usual. "A cup of Boba Milk Green with 30% sugar, no ice." The girl's voice was crisp and clean. When the drinks came out, Zhou Mulin raised his head and looked at the girl who took the order. He has a palm-sized face, a pair of big round eyes, the corners of his eyes are slightly curved, and his smile looks like a crescent moon. "Thank you." The girl took away the milk tea and her thin figure disappeared around the corner of the door. Throughout the following holidays, Zhou Mulin always received orders for the boba milk green every day. He couldn't bear it anymore. He, who was always cold and uncommunicative, leaned on the counter and looked at the girl intently: "Today there is no green Boba milk, no sugar, no milk, and no tea. What do you want?" "I..." The girl's clear eyes turned into small crescent moons again: "I want you." Copywriting 2: "I'm here to apply for a part-time job." Chi Chao's peripheral vision was filled with that clear figure, tall and thin. The proprietress who was sitting at the counter polishing her nails glanced at her and noticed with sharp eyes that the schoolbag was worth five figures and the shoes she was wearing were worth four figures. A girl with such conditions actually came to apply for a part-time job. Putting away the nail polish, the landlady tapped the counter with her red-painted onion fingers: "Little sister, are you really going to apply?" Chi Chao frowned, and a few soybean-like tears rolled down his fair and tender face. She held the edge of the table with her little hands: "Sister, my family is very poor, and my parents are waiting for me to make money to support the family." The young and beautiful boss lady's eyes twitched, and she thought to herself, little sister, why don't you take off all the name tags on your body and pretend to be poor? A cute little guy who looks very poor but is actually extremely rich x A poor little guy who looks very poor but is actually super poor Xinkeng Advertising "Tool Man Observation Diary" As a third-tier writer with great ambition, Suer's biggest wish is to publish the stories he writes or even turn them into TV series. However, when I finished my last story, it was criticized by readers for being unsatisfactory. Having suffered from insomnia for many days, she decided to see a psychiatrist on the advice of her friends. The psychological clinic recommended by a friend is located on a busy street. I took the quiet and fast elevator up to the 32nd floor. The silence on the floor was incompatible with the bustling downstairs. Following the nurse's guidance, she pushed open the walnut-colored wooden door with the word Pan Fan written in regular script. The room is warmly lit and the air is filled with the relaxing scent of incense. Off-white tables and chairs, and a soft lounge chair in the corner. The man at the table turned his back to her and looked out the window. Surr stopped in place awkwardly. "Hello Dr. Pan, this is Suer who has made an appointment for the afternoon." The man turned around, his expression a little indifferent. The black suit he is wearing is low-key and luxurious. The moment his eyes met Sur's, a moment of surprise flashed across those fearsome eyes. The next second, he stretched out his hand to guide Surer to sit down as usual. He opened the file in front of him. "Hello, Miss Su, nice to meet you." The man stretched out his hand, with a hint of temptation in his eyes. Sur looked at the overly handsome face in front of him and was a little lost. When he came back to his senses, he found that he had stretched out his hands and firmly held the man's right hand, like a nymphomaniac. The man lowered his head, hooked his lips, withdrew his hand, and calmly chatted with her over her simple information. Within fifteen minutes, she, who was a little depressed, felt much more relaxed. Praise from the bottom of his heart, "Dr. Pan, you are so awesome. I have completely understood everything while chatting with you. It's almost time, so I'll go back first and won't disturb you." "Wait a moment." The man sitting on the chair stood up and took out his mobile phone to unlock it. "Your condition still requires regular follow-up visits for treatment. Please add my personal WeChat account so that you can arrange the time." Sur showed a shy smile and generously added him as a friend. Before leaving, he did not forget to praise, "Dr. Pan, you are such a professional doctor, let's see you next time." "Walk slowly." Less than three minutes after the girl left, a man wearing glasses and a doctor's gown walked in. "Yan Xie, you sit in my seat again. The nurse just said that a patient came to see me. Have you seen her?" "I saw it, the person went back." "Okay, then I'll make an appointment with her another day." Pan Fan sat in the recliner and poured himself a cup of tea leisurely. Yan Xie stood up and straightened his sleeves with a calm tone. "I accept the suggestion you made before. You don't need to help me find the target. I have just found it." "What do you mean?" The person who answered him was the figure of Yan Xie leaving calmly. - Three months later, Suer stood in Yan Xie's study and found a psychological evaluation report, which recorded the patient's condition development over the past few months. The moment he saw his name on the first page, all the confusion in his heart these days became clear. I thought it was her fault that she regarded Yan Xie as a tool for writing novels, but I didn't expect that she was the real tool. That night, she packed her bags and left the home where she once felt warm without looking back. Yan Xie opened the door of his home after getting off work in the early morning, and what greeted him was darkness. After searching the whole house, I finally saw the report opened on his study table. He was so smart that he guessed what was going on in an instant, and without any hesitation, he rushed to Sur's residence without stopping. Surr, who had insomnia and went to a convenience store to buy alcohol, bumped into Yan Xie who was coming up in the corridor. The girl's eyes turned red the moment she saw him. He said angrily, "A genius investor, worth tens of millions an hour, how can he waste his time here in the middle of the night?" "Err." The man begged for mercy. Sur stood in front of him, blocked by his tall body. "You are free, but I am not. Please give way." Yan Xie had rare mood swings and held her hand without any hesitation. "Er, listen to what I have to say." Surle leaned against the wall with his hands folded across his chest, looking impatient. "Say anything, I'm very busy." The man lowered his head, took a step forward and leaned against the girl. "I was wrong. I admit that I approached you with purpose in the beginning, but I didn't know at which moment I had already fallen in love with you." "If I can, I want to continue to be your tool. Can I have this honor? My only one." Intention: