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Copywriting of this article
Fu Huan, a famous rich man in City C, is handsome and rich, but he is cold and reserved and difficult to get close to. No woman has been able to get close to him so far.
Lu Xining accidentally fell in love with her and tried her best to pursue her. But, this man...
Under the blurred light, Lu Xining winked at the man in a coquettish way, which was extremely seductive.
Fu Huan frowned, "Miss Lu, your eyes? Do you want to see a doctor?"
Lu Xining:...
When it was freezing cold, Lu Xining deliberately wore thin clothes and exposed her delicate collarbone to tease him.
Fu Huan sighed, "Miss Lu, you are so cold-resistant."
Lu Xining, who was shivering with cold, confessed: "I'm chasing you."
Fu Huan frowned: "Sorry, you don't quite meet the criteria for my wife."
Forget it, it's too hard to seduce a cold-faced man who doesn't understand the charm.
Later, Lu Xining regarded Fu Huan as nothing and only wanted to make money by filming movies.
Later, Fu Huan, the Flower of the High Mountain, sent flowers, cars, and money to film movies, and even chased Lu Xining and confessed his love affectionately.
Lu Xining smiled, "Sorry, Mr. Fu, you don't seem to meet the criteria for my husband."
They are all here to fool around, and they will have to pay it back sooner or later.
[Small theater]
Everyone knows that Fu Huan loves peace, and even bought a villa on a quiet mountainside.
One night, the secretary drove Fu Huan home. In the villa, deafening music filled the sky, and the secretary was worried about the goddess, fearing that she would be scolded.
As a result, Fu Huan thoughtfully handed her water and stretched out his hand to rub her shoulders.
Lu Xining muttered, "Do you think I'm making too much noise? Then I'll turn off the music and stop practicing."
Fu Huan smiled softly, "How come? You sing so beautifully, like a lark."
Secretary: What nonsense are you talking about with your eyes open? Who knows that Lu Xining is tone-deaf.
Lu Xining was so praised that she recorded a video for Fu Huan that night and saved it on his phone, setting it as a ringtone.
Singing kings Wu Yue and Fu Huan were startled when they heard this piece of music while they were having dinner, and sincerely suggested, "You should change it quickly if you are crying like a ghost."
Fu Huan's face was full of doting: "You don't understand, this is obviously art."
Little sweetheart VS cold-faced man, the story of chasing after me
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Copywriting:
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When he was young, Xu You also thought that in the days to come, the best person to spend his old age with would be a gentle and elegant gentleman.
But fate likes to play tricks on people.
Xuyou's deepest memory of Mu Chi is probably that in a noisy bar, an unruly man brushed his thin lips against her cheek and said in a cynical tone, "Want to take someone away? Okay, you come with me."
Later, no one expected that she actually followed up on his household registration book.
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Everyone knew that the Mu family's grandson was a thorn in his side when he was young, and even more unruly and unruly when he was older. No one looked down upon him.
Mu Chi didn't realize that since he glanced at Xu You too many times, his heart was as hard as steel and shattered into slag, turned into water, and brewed with a choking sour taste.
I thought that marrying someone back and keeping him by my side would satisfy my obsession.
But when the divorce agreement lay on his desk, Mu Chi's eyes turned red, and he gritted his teeth and swore that he would dig deep to get this woman back and torture her for the rest of his life.
When they met again, he blocked her against a moss-covered stone wall, his gaze fell on her shrunken shoulders, and all his anger was quietly extinguished. He could only hold her head against his chest, and helplessly murmured at the corner of his lips: "Wife, come home with me."
*Double C
*Cold and ruthless young man VS gentle and quiet young lady
*Knocking on the blackboard, warning of suspected minefields, friends who have been shot should not enter:
1. The heroine has an ex-boyfriend. It was a relatively pure campus romance, and the relationship lasted only a short time.
2. Early ancient flavor, taking by force.
Purpose: Girls in love
