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[The copywriting of the new article "Echoes of Departure", in the Hong Kong circle, the bodyguard fanatic x the canary of the boss, kneeling down in tears and begging for the little star!
Copywriting of this article:
Cold female auctioneer*Elegant male professor
□□/The second male character chases his wife hzc/There is a Shura field/The male protagonist is a dark tea artist
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Their relationship, unknown to anyone, was once a secret agreement written in the palm of their hand.
He was a gentleman enough to arrange a perfect gentle countryside for her.
For three months, Jiang Yifei was the absolute controller. She decided the time, place, and form.
For adults' games, there is no need to explain the rules deliberately, it is enough to understand them by heart.
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The third week after announcing the termination of the relationship was the spring auction. Jiang Yifei made a mistake at work and broke a piece of precious porcelain.
The other buyer did not hold her accountable, but asked her to come and apologize.
Outside the old bungalow, a solid wooden door with a sense of age opens from the inside.
She never thought they would see each other again.
"Good day, Miss Wren." Song Yucheng leaned against the door panel, folding his arms, his shirt slightly pleated, and wearing a lazy halo.
On his white wrist was the hair tie she had lost the day before.
Jiang Yifei raised her eyes: "What apology do you want me to apologize for?"
Song Yucheng tilted his lips and said, "I'm sorry for the chaos in the beginning and the abandonment in the end."
Soon after, Song Yucheng watched her get into someone else's Maybach.
He, who had always been at ease, suddenly came to his senses.
It turned out that he was not the only one who accused her of being in trouble and then abandoning her.
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A night of deliberate efforts to reconnect.
There was a rapid knock on the door.
Their shadows folded where the floor met the corners of the walls.
Jiang Yifei left him again.
"He interrupted us three times." The sound of the buttons being untied was heard. Song Yucheng lowered his voice, his tone mixed with a dangerous sullenness, and gently coaxed her, "Jiang Yifei, do you care what he thinks?"
She couldn't exert herself against the wall. Jiang Yifei's heart started to tremble and she quickly replied: "I don't."
"No?" He murmured, as if dangerously questioning.
"You don't want to have anything to do with him anymore, do you?"
-"Yes."
-"Do you still love him?"
Jiang Yifei swallowed: "This has nothing to do with you."
"How come it doesn't matter?" Song Yucheng still didn't intend to let her go. He opened a corner of his coat and put his hand on it, as if caressing a precious porcelain vase with pure glaze, "What were we going to do just now?"
- "Love."
The mask is torn and cracked, and those dirty thoughts are growing wantonly.
He wants to be her only deep love.
(Copywriting revised on 2024.4.26)
Tips:
Shuangfei
The heroine's ex will appear
After the male and female protagonists meet, they are alone physically and mentally
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Intention: Positive and optimistic life
