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＊Aerospace designer × artificial intelligence expert
Copywriting:
The first time I met Matthew was at Vanity Fair in Manhattan.
The lights were dim that night, his figure was tall and straight, and the cold, white bones of his fingers hooked on the wine glass swayed into the apex of her heart.
Li Xinghe chased a man for the first time, but failed and returned home in embarrassment.
Not long after, she was forced to marry the current leader of the Fu family.
Fu Jingchen has always been mysterious and low-key, and few photos have been circulated on the Internet. Only Hong Kong tabloids called him "ferocious".
Hearing that he didn't even show up for the engagement ceremony, Li Xinghe didn't care. After all, in a marriage where everyone gets what they need, only benefits are rock solid.
On the day her fiancé moved in with her, she raised her eyes and met a pair of familiar eyes, only to realize that she had fallen into the trap set by him.
Matthew's Chinese name is Fu Jingchen.
Later, he approached step by step and restrained her in the small world on his chest.
Li Xinghe became angry in embarrassment: "I wasn't very firm in rejecting me at the beginning, but now I'm going back on my promise, how shameless do you want to be?"
Fu Jingchen raised his eyebrows slightly, and his hot breath sprayed on her ears: "What kind of face do you need to chase your wife?"
His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his cold fingertips lingered on the buttons of her collar: "To tell you the truth, I want to do something... Even more shameless."
Small theater:
At the Chenxing Technology new product launch conference, the music of the AI robot system became the focus of discussion among netizens.
It is said that this is a tune composed by the company founder Fu Jingchen himself using pulse signals from the depths of the universe.
The reporter boldly asked: "Does it mean that Chenxing Technology will reach in-depth cooperation with the Chinese aerospace department?"
Fu Jingchen nodded in agreement, his usually indifferent face unable to hide his deep affection: "Not only that, I also hope that my wife will go well on her journey to the stars and the sea."
The scene was in an uproar. It turned out that the woman who had brought the unattainable flower of the mountain down from the altar was actually the youngest female aerospace chief engineer in the country——
Li Xinghe.
*The stars are in my arms, but you are the brightest
Food guide:
1. Double C
2. No prototype
3. The cover has been authorized, non-exclusive, artist: Duoduo
4. Weibo: @ a bottle of summer wine
5. Highlight: The author is not a professional, and his professional knowledge about aerospace is based on finding relevant information. This will be noted in the text. Due to professional confidentiality, there is little online content, so most of it is based on the author's imagination, so please do not conduct research. But professionals are welcome to send private messages on Weibo for guidance!
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Pre-collection of "Forbidden Butterfly"
Male crush/age difference 10 years
Copywriting:
On Wen Die's 20th birthday, her friends celebrated her at the Ritz Lounge in Macau and congratulated her on getting away from the cheating scumbag Zhao Hechuan.
After a few glasses of whiskey, Wen Die's eyes gradually blurred. There were so many good men in the world, but she didn't believe she couldn't find a better one.
Looking around, she locked her gaze on the booth not far away.
The man has a lazy and indifferent posture, exuding nobility. He wears a crisp black suit and a black shirt of the same quality. Several soft lights are burning above his head, covering his handsome and cold face with a cold white glaze.
Wendie swallowed softly, the best was coming soon.
Holding the wine bottle in her hand, she suddenly stood up and walked up to the man with three unsteady steps. Her voice was soft and sweet: "Sir, I think we are destined for each other."
It's a vulgar way to pick up a conversation, but the man actually cooperates: "Huh?"
Wen Die staggered and fell down next to him. Maybe it was because of the alcohol, she almost fell on top of him. Her weak and boneless hands slowly slid down the man's shirt buttons. Her face was full of youth, pure and lustful: "So, should we do something... Something adults do."
The man whispered, holding her restless hand, his voice was hoarse and sexy: "Sorry, I'm not interested in drunkards."
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Later, Wendie finally realized that the best person he had provoked was a big shot.
Pei Shao, the leader of the Pei family in Macau, the rumored jade-faced King of Hell, was ruthless and vicious, and no one dared to offend him.
It is said that his love life has always been clean and he has never been lecherous.
Wen Die rubbed her sore waist, feeling angry and annoyed at his deliberate concealment of his identity.
Just when she was about to show off and run away, Pei Shao bought a rare pink diamond at a sky-high price and cut it into a butterfly about to fly.
He put it on for her with his own hands and asked slowly: "Do you know its name?"
Wen Die was slightly startled and shook his head slightly.
The ambiguous breath burned in her ears, and Pei Shao said, "Catch butterflies."
He untied the ribbon from the gift box, wrapped it around her thin white wrist, and tied it into a beautiful bow.
The corner of his mouth curved in a dark and confusing way, "Little Butterfly, now we can do as much as we like... Things that adults can do."
No one knew that that night at the Ritz Lounge, he had been waiting to catch a butterfly that had fallen into a trap.
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Small theater:
One day, the Pei family suddenly announced that Pei Shao was married.
The wedding was extremely luxurious and grand, which showed how much he valued Mrs. Pei.
During the toast session for the newlyweds, Zhao's father, who was asking for help from Pei Shao, secretly kicked his unsatisfied son and said angrily: "Calling people, how can you be rude to your elders?"
Zhao Hechuan lowered his head and called out "little uncle" respectfully. Then he raised his head and stared at his ex-girlfriend who was as beautiful as the bright moon. Unwilling to do anything, he could only grit his teeth and call out honestly: "little aunt."
Wen Die smiled lightly and agreed, handing over a red envelope: "Good boy, this is for junior, please accept it."
Purpose: To pay tribute to aerospace heroes and inherit the aerospace spirit
