Don't Like Rich People

Introduction: The heroine is strong, calm, decisive, and calm in the face of danger. I believe you will like her. Heart-breaking copywriting He said: "If I haven't found her in one year, you will be my bride." Is this also a promise? He said: "She is back. I don't want to make her sad. Let's separate!" He said the word separation so easily! He said: "Who asked you to save me? Didn't I say to protect her safety at any cost?" She was more important than his own life. After an assassination, he said, "You did a good job, but her hand was cut. I took her to the hospital." He didn't notice that the deep wound on my back was still bleeding. She affects all his thoughts and feelings, and I am just a substitute when she is away and a protector when she returns, nothing more! Easy Copywriting "Do you know why I laughed when I saw you?" He took a sip of the coffee in his hand and saw me looking at him with a pair of big eyes that wanted to know. He kindly explained to me, "Because you are a joke. You look so apologetic and you think you are very charming. Isn't it ridiculous? By the way, you are just like Sister Furong, who was very popular a while ago!" "You..." I was so angry that I couldn't speak. The perpetrator has already escaped. He really has nowhere to vent his anger. I owe him the crime. I have to protect this kind of person with my life. "Do you still have any self-respect? He has stopped wanting you a long time ago." His eyes could kill people, and his shoulders were almost broken when he squeezed them. His handsome face was so close to me, and I could clearly feel that his anger was about to be sprayed on my face. "What's your relationship with me? You're just my employer. You don't have to worry about my personal affairs!" I was frivolous by the bad guy just now, and now I was questioned by him again. I was also very angry. "Uh!" The next second, my mouth was tightly blocked. But he said coldly, "That was an accident just now. Don't fall in love with me. You can tell me how much it costs." His voice was so cold that there was no warmth at all. "How could I fall in love with you? We are not the same kind of people at all. Do I need to give you money?" He was so heartbroken that he could no longer breathe, but he must not let him see it. If you don't love me, why do you care so much about me? He was unhappy when talking to men, angry when meeting an old lover, and even interfered when a kind-hearted man sent me home. Are today's CEOs so idle? I knew I couldn't fall in love with him, but I couldn't help but fall in love with him. But when I finally faced this relationship, he said it was a game and that his heart belonged to someone else. I wouldn't give up easily this time, but no matter how hard I tried, the person who affected him was never me. Tension Copywriting "Go away, leave me alone!" A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, these words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth, and his handsome face turned pale because of the pain. "I am your bodyguard. As long as I am here, no one will hurt you!" I stubbornly lifted him up and tried to let his weight rest on me. Even if we were outnumbered, even if we were trapped in a tight siege, we would not abandon him. I looked at him and smiled, but my eyes were extremely determined. "I betrayed you in the first place. I have nothing to do with you anymore. Why did you save me?" Looking at the blood flowing through my fingers, his heart was filled with shock that he had never experienced before. For the first time, he regretted abandoning a woman. "This has nothing to do with feelings. Even if it's a kitten or puppy, I will find a way to save it." There was no warmth in his voice. He skillfully tore off a piece of clothing and wrapped it around his hand, which was considered to be done with it. Wiping the sweat on his forehead, he shook his head and said with a smile: "I rarely admire people, but I have to say I admire you. The bullet hit so deep, and you didn't even use anesthesia?" The severe pain made all my clothes soaked with cold sweat. I licked my cracked lips and forced a smile, "I must keep my mind flexible." I am a bodyguard, the kind of person who protects my life with my life. My failed relationship makes me dare not give my sincerity easily. He is my employer, the kind of rich man I dare not come into contact with the most, but fate seems to be joking, letting me face the test of life and death with him. Can a heart that is already riddled with holes still be able to love someone again? Is the painful price behind the sweetness something I can bear? As long as you work hard