Copywriting
Cheng Zhixing's company parachuted in an executive. Legend has it that the airborne prince was handsome, tall and rich.
On the day when the prince parachuted into the air, the entire company felt like a beauty pageant.
That afternoon, Cheng Zhixing, who was about to run away after typing his resignation report, was blocked in the tea room.
"You are a mute and I am a lunatic. We are a perfect match. What do you think, sister?" A charming smile appeared on the handsome face of the airborne prince. He held Cheng Zhixing tightly in his arms, caressed her face, and said slowly, "If you don't speak, I will accept it as your sister."
"..." Cheng Zhixing, who couldn't make a sound at all, suspected that Jiang Zeyi was bullying the mute.
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A nineteen-year-old mute picked up a handsome homeless boy.
The boy is tall and handsome, wearing famous brands, and looks as dazzling as a runaway little prince.
The little mute who was picked up by the runaway prince named Jiang Zeyi helplessly gestured to him with sign language, "It's time for you to go home. Your family will be worried if you have been out for so long."
"Sister, what are you signing? I can't understand." Jiang Zeyi casually threw aside the "Encyclopedia of Sign Language" that he knew so well, and showed a somewhat distressed expression towards her.
The little mute turned his head angrily.
Jiang Zeyi shamelessly hugged Cheng Zhixing from behind, held her hand and caressed his belly, "Sister, I already have your child, and you're still driving me away? Are you a scumbag?"
"..." The angry little mute couldn't help but stare at this little brother who was telling lies with his eyes open.
The copywriter didn't say she was pregnant, although she could really be pregnant.
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