Copywriting one:
Cheng's dining room.
"Eat some of this," he peeled the grapes and put them in a glass bowl. There was a small spoon on the side. Cheng Feiyan sat next to him. "Brother Shen, are you ready?" Her hands were not empty at all.
"Hey," even if you chew it into pieces, you will feed it.
"Is it sweet?"
"Sour, a little bit,"
"Then don't eat now. I'll buy something sweet later."
"No, no, you can eat this too."
Mu Yunxiang sat aside, feeling his teeth sore.
Copywriting two:
Seeing that this word is written more and more unpleasantly,
Cheng's mother has said countless times, "Jingyuan, please stop helping her write."
She leaned against him aggrievedly,
"Don't worry, mother-in-law. The worst we can do is kneel down together." Shen Jingyuan was so good-tempered.
This is so good that Mu Yunxiang almost jumped up and applauded.
Small Theater: About Flower Selling
"The flowers in the yard are blooming, I..."
"No" Shen Jingyuan refused without thinking.
"I haven't said anything yet," Cheng Fei huffed.
"Are you short of money and need to sell flowers?"
"You don't understand. As the old saying goes, if you sell flowers in this life, you will be beautiful in the next life." Cheng Feiyan said and touched his face.
"Anyway, you said you won't be with me in the next life. I don't care about you. You're not allowed to go." At this point, Shen Jing originally thought about raising the fence in the garden so that she wouldn't have to climb over it.
Intention: In the world of fame and fortune, all I want is you