The road to death of the thesis case

"Tsk, your tricks are good, and you indulge your passions." Lu Mo smoked a cigarette and glanced at the copywriting indifferently.

The copywriter smiled, "Thank you for the compliment." He wiped off the liquid casually, put on his ripped casual clothes, and his bruised body was covered.

Lu Mo watched the copywriter limping away and disappeared from sight.

I buried my love for you in a smile, waiting for you to dig, waiting, waiting, my love is broken.I heard tears running across my skin, oozing blood.The ice cubes collided, but turned into water.

The dark night is very quiet, which is the copywriter's favorite, he said, so that others can't see his ugliness.

The fountain stopped, and there was only a soft orange light. The moths took the street lamp as a flame and jumped on it, but they couldn't wait for the blazing heat.

I thought our love was hot, but it was actually like water, icy cold, but sometimes it was as gentle as spring.

I'm smiling, why are you crying?

The copywriter fell silent, and he looked at the starless sky, just watching quietly.

Lu Mo was smoking a cigarette, and the fog blurred his eyes. In fact, he didn't like smoking. He used to like the feeling of swallowing clouds and fog. When he grew up, he knew that tobacco could calm him down. It was so pungent that it made people want to cry.

"Hello? Mingmin? Okay, wait for me." Lu Mo was wearing pants, looked at the mess, and snorted coldly. No matter what, he only loved Mingmin.

The copywriter watched Lu Mo's SUV drive out of the garage and disappear.

"No, no, I'm going to ride a roller coaster." The copywriter tugged on Lu Mo's sleeve.

"No! Have you forgotten what you vomited last time?" Lu Mo pretended to be serious, but the corners of his eyes were doting.

"Just once~hehe~" The copywriter's eyes widened, he looked like a little hamster, very cute.

"I will feel bad." Lu Mo looked away indifferently, but the corners of his mouth were curved upwards.

"Just once..." the copywriter said unwillingly.

"Hmm!" Lu Mo turned his head and gave a deep kiss, intertwining his tongue and absorbing it.

"You...you scoundrel!" The copywriter blushed, drooling from the corner of his mouth, looking absolutely terrific.

"Cut~" Lu Mo was rarely arrogant.

"I want to eat spicy ice cream!!! (*￣3)(ε￣*)" the copywriter said, pointing to the ice cream stand in the distance.

"Yes, yes, ah, give me a kiss." Lu Mo smirked.

The copywriter pecked at Lu Mo's mouth in shame.

"The balloon is flying!" The pink balloon is flying in the sky, pink and pink.

The copywriter shamelessly ran to the ice cream stand to order ice cream, leaving only Lu Mo with a smirk.

"Want to eat it? (*@ο@*)" The copywriter held up the ice cream, Lu Mo smirked, and kissed the copywriter's mouth.

"Not bad." Lu Mo licked his lips, extremely sexy.

The copywriter went up to lick it obsessively, and was caught and kissed.

In summer, June is filled with the sour smell of love.

"Copywriter, I found you." Chuchen hugged the copywriter worriedly.

"Don't touch me! It hurts!" the copywriter shouted.

"What's the matter, what's the matter?" Chuchen tightened her arms in worry.

"Oh!" The copywriter couldn't help but roared, and turned on a few lights around him.

"What are you doing! Don't let people sleep!" several aunts yelled.

The copywriter and Chuchen bowed their heads guilty.

Chuchen supported the copywriter and walked towards the car, "What are you doing, it hurts so much."

The copywriter shook his head "nothing"

In the early morning, he accidentally saw the little strawberry on the copywriter's neck, and his eyes darkened.

Copywriter, you are really not good...

"How did you find me?" the copywriter asked casually.But Chuchen knew that the copywriter was serious, and he knew that the copywriter hated others invading his privacy the most, and no one could do it.

"Look for it, you can see it." Chuchen touched the bridge of his nose.

"Don't lie to me." The copywriter looked at Chuchen, his eyes narrowed, and his momentum was fully opened.

"...I won't tell you, hey~" Chuchen ran away.

"Tell me quickly," the copywriter chased after him.

"You guys are still arguing! Believe it or not, I'll call the property manager!" It was those aunts again.

Copywriter and Chuchen got into the car with a guilty conscience and drove for thousands of miles.

In the end, the copywriter didn't know how Chuchen found him.

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