Copywriting 1
On his 21st birthday, Bai Xu was trampled on his left hand and the entire palm of his hand was broken. After a doctor's diagnosis, she could no longer pick up a scraper or brush, and was forced to give up her beloved archaeological career.
On her hospital bed, she cried silently facing the daisies blooming and swaying outside the window. Tears were like broken beads, welling up in her eyes and wetting the white sheets.
"Little Feather, I found you."
A tall man hid in the darkness, staring at the surveillance screen displayed on his hand, his light brown pupils bursting with obsessive love.
Copywriting 2
"Crack!"
Wen Yan angrily pushed away the director who was standing in the middle and slapped Bai Xu. The crisp slap scared the staff present who knew about it and trembled, and they immediately sent a message to Gu Nanzheng.
"Director! I don't want to act with her. Replace this bitch quickly!"
Relying on the fact that he had a backer, Wen Yan perversely ordered the director to kick Bai Xu out of the crew. She even felt that a slap was too much for her. When she raised her right hand and was about to give her a slap, she was pushed back and her wrist was bent at almost ninety degrees.
"Would you like to try again?"
Gu Nanzheng, who had just arrived from the morning meeting, was still angry. At this moment, he was like a punishment messenger coming out of hell, waving a cold sharp blade.
Purpose: meet love