I Love You

I don't want to be a wealthy flower in the world. I just want to be the largest cactus in the desert. Copywriting 1 Fifteen-year-old Qin Ling's most important task every day is to stay close to Zhan Yu. During each class break, she jogs all the way to the corner closest to Zhan Yu's class. Her big eyes blink and search for Zhan Yu's figure. After locking the target, she smoothes her hair and straightens her skirt. Then she turns the corner and gives a sweet smile to the visitor, her tone of voice carrying a girlish softness. "What a coincidence, senior." Twenty-five-year-old Qin Ling was pressed against the wall by Zhan Yu, and his knuckled hands held her small chin. The heat rolling out of the man's eyes made Qin Ling's eyelashes tremble. He leaned down and kissed her small pink earlobe. His ambiguous breath sprayed on her neck, and he spoke seductively. "Be good, call me whatever you want." "Learn... Senior." Copywriting 2 The news of Zhan Yu and Qin Ling's engagement was reported in the newspaper for three consecutive days, moving from the financial section to the fashion section. On the fourth day, Zhan Yu had a passionate kiss with a graceful woman in the underground garage of a hotel after finishing the entertainment, and it was successfully published on the entertainment page. For a time, there were rumors in Lincheng and even in the country that Zhan Yu and Qin Ling appeared to be husband and wife, but secretly they were doing their own thing. No matter how luxurious the engagement banquet was, it was not a marriage. There are also various speculations on the Internet, and netizens are eating melon with great interest. Celebrities from all walks of life were watching the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal. They all shouted: Qin Ling, do you want to slap her in the face? Not long after, the two went to a banquet together. Qin Ling ignored all the looks around her and remained beautiful. Zhan Yu still looks cool and self-possessed, like a moving iceberg. Halfway through the banquet, a partygoer went to the balcony to cool down and sober up. He happened upon Zhan Yu pressing a woman against the wall and kissing her deeply. If he looked carefully, the woman had the same figure as in the garage, and even the kissing posture was exactly the same. The man held down the small flame of the gossip and raised his head to carefully peek at the woman's face. … Gan, it's Qin Ling. This melon is poisonous. That night, Weibo was paralyzed. Zhan Yu, the president of Zhan Group, who never posts on Weibo and has a blank Weibo homepage, posted his first Weibo post. Zhan Yu: Is it illegal to kiss my fiancée? The accompanying picture shows Qin Ling's sleeping face. It looks like she fell asleep on the sofa from exhaustion. Before she could change her clothes, she was wearing the same skirt she was wearing when she kissed the woman in the garage. Qin Ling: I don't know whether I'll slap you in the face or not. Your face must be very painful. 1. 1V1, double C, both have money. 2. This is a love story that is bloody but not very bloody. 3. Don't get too hung up on the details, just be happy and that's it. Intention: Money and you and I both want it