The King of Ghost Horses and Poisonous Tongues×The King of Horse Armor Meng Zikun
Copywriting one:
Wang Fenwan sat next to Meng Zikun aggrievedly. He secretly glanced at the sunny boy next to him. Meng Zikun noticed that Wang Diwan had been looking at her, and he pinched her face.
"Am I so good-looking? And can you please stop looking at me like that? You made the mistake yourself and I helped you clean up the mess. You didn't even say thank you, you just stared at me like that!"
Wang Minwan let out a long sigh.
"I know I committed a crime, but I don't know exactly what I committed."
This is a speed bump in front of the bus.
With a bang, the bus bounced up.
Wang Minwan didn't stand firm and leaned back, and was about to fall. Meng Zikun held his waist. The two looked at each other. Meng Zikun was as cold as ice one second, but his eyes were full of doting the next.
"Are you okay? The bus can't stand still, so what use are you?"
Wang Minwan pushed him away and held the armrest next to him.
His eyes were a little evasive, and he held the armrest tightly and refused to let go.
Meng Zikun touched her little head, which had become hairy.
"It's okay, I don't blame you. Anyway, I admit it!"
"Oh..."
"And your face now, flying in a hot air balloon."
"Why?"
"Looking at how red your face is, you must be quite hot."
Meng Zikun chuckled softly.
Copywriting two:
in the rain——
Wang Fenwan, who didn't have an umbrella, froze on the spot.
Meng Zikun walked downstairs and opened his umbrella. It moved to the head of Wang Fenhan, who was squatting down in a daze.
"It's early. It's already so late in the day, and you're still here."
Wang Minwan looked up after hearing the sound, and then looked to the side. Seeing Meng Zikun, he quickly stood up.
"Why... Why haven't you left yet?"
Meng Zikun slowly moved his face closer to her, looking a little flirtatious. He raised his eyebrows habitually, but still spoke in a soft voice.
"If I leave, who will accompany you in the rain?"
Wang Yanwan's eyes were a little dodgeful, and she held the top of Meng Zikun's umbrella with her hand. He pulled the umbrella with his hand to indicate that he should leave quickly.
"This umbrella is so small. If you want to leave, leave quickly. Otherwise, it won't rain too hard!"
"Hee, okay."
The two walked in the drizzle, feeling shy and sweet in their youth. There is always a hint of rain mixed in. Some people say that this trace of rain is the direction of happiness, while others say that this trace of rain is the regret of missing out.
Meng Zikun's umbrella is too small. So he covered most of the area with Wang Fenwan with his umbrella, but he got half wet and caught a cold the next day.
As we all know. Most of the articles written in Jinjiang are bad. Well, most of the articles I wrote in Jinjiang are bad. [Bad Article Series]
Intention: In fact, sometimes when you have to make a choice, the ones you choose are not necessarily ordinary people.
