Please help me, thank you all~
Telling the story of spring in Boston, President & Surgeon of Changming Pharmaceutical.
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Copywriting one:
In spring in Boston, willows are budding and magnolias are blooming.
Qi Ji rescued an old man suffering from myocardial infarction in front of Trinity Church. There were crowds of people around him and ambulance sirens blared loudly.
She leaned outside the church door, slowly calming down her racing heartbeat, and caught a glimpse of the man wandering outside the crowd.
The man has deep eyebrows, and his straight black coat makes his body tall and handsome, making people unable to take their eyes away.
She was exhausted from the twenty minutes of non-stop cardiopulmonary resuscitation, and he said to her, "Let me do it."
I don't know if it's the deep, powerful voice or the man's mixed-race skin that looks exactly like her late ex-boyfriend.
The sound of the ambulance faded away, and she threw away the lighter in her pocket. Holding a thin cigarette skillfully between her slender fingertips, she asked softly: "Sir, can I borrow a fire?"
A spring night on the banks of the Charles River.
A kiss by the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows of Hub/50.
Qi Ji gently lifted the tie of the man in front of him, "Mr. Meng, who doesn't smoke, why does he carry a lighter with him?"
Meng Yi gasped and looked up, smiling faintly, "Because I'm waiting for a woman to lend a hand."
"Babe, the most taboo thing when kissing is to be distracted." His voice was low, and his gaze lazily passed over her swollen red lips, burning wherever he looked.
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Copywriting two:
In the spring of 2017, Meng Yi, who prided himself on having strong self-control, fell uncontrollably in love with a woman.
He had seen this woman before.
At the funeral of her late brother Chen Zezong, she came dressed in a black dress and brought a magnolia flower to mourn, but was kicked out by his biological mother.
It was earlier, in midsummer, under the red sandalwood tree in Hong Kong City.
There was a girl who pouted her little mouth and asked him for a kiss: "Azong, it is most taboo to lose focus when kissing."
Meng Yi, who couldn't speak Cantonese, closed his eyes for fear of being exposed, and lowered his head to wrap his lips around hers.
The faint scent of mint tobacco bursts between the lips and teeth, and it is the memory of that summer that sinks into consciousness.
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Eighteen-year-old Qi Ji has a secret.
She seems to be obsessed with the feeling of kissing her boyfriend's brother.
Twenty-three-year-old Meng Yi also has a secret.
As the ferry left the harbor, the last kiss ended and he found an unclaimed lighter on the deck.
"Spring is late and love is slow."
Mature men and mature women/misplaced love/reunion after breaking the mirror
*It will be a warm and slow bloody story.
The copy has been screenshotted on August 20, 2023.
Intention: The spring is late, and we are picking fen qi qi
