The road to death of the thesis case

The copywriter had cried enough, opened his eyes, and said firmly, "Chuchen, I want to live a good life and forget about him..."

Early morning is still that gentle look "good"

In fact, Chuchen also hurt the copywriter, and it has been so long that Chuchen himself forgot.

They had known each other since high school, and when they got to college, they skipped classes together, got into fights together, and got admonished together.

Such a happy, such a warm day.

It was broken one day, and Chuchen took the luggage and stroked the copywriter's face, showing a sad smile.That was the first time the copywriter saw the sadness of early morning.Even though it is sunshine, it will also be melancholy...

"Chuchen, I don't like..." the copywriter murmured.

"What don't you like?" Chuchen looked at him with bright eyes and a little hope.

"It's nothing~ Do you have any clothes? I can't run around in a hospital gown~ I don't want to be taken as a psycho, even though I've been to bars like this~" The copywriter returned to the goblin look.

"You still want to go to the bar?" Chuchen said vigilantly, eyes narrowed into a straight line.

"No, I'll just go shopping, I've been out for a long time, let's take a walk~" the copywriter scratched his head.

"Waiting" Chuchen quickly brought back a set of casual clothes.

"Yo, it fits my taste very much~ so cute~" the copywriter narrowed his eyes, thinking of a cat stealing fish, and rubbed Chuchen's hair.

"Hey, why is your hair khaki?" The copywriter seemed to have discovered a new world.

"You only know now? It's dyed!!!" Chuchen pretended to type the copywriter, but the copywriter hurriedly hid and ran out the door.

"Oh..." Chuchen sighed.

"Hey, lend me some money~" The copywriter returned with a flattering smile.

, Chuchen took out his wallet and took out 1000 yuan, "No, you don't have to pay it back"

"Hey, I didn't intend to pay it back~" The copywriter took the money and made a grimace.

The copywriter took the money, walked into the bathroom, and muttered while changing clothes, "Who listens to you~"

A man next to him stared dumbfounded at him changing his clothes, the copywriter was stunned, and after changing his clothes, he winked at the man, "Yeah, bro, keep peeing"

Then, ignoring the man's shocking eyes, he walked out of the bathroom, casually throwing the hospital gown aside.

"Master, stop at the alley next to No. 99 Chengnan Road." The copywriter stopped a taxi.

"Okay~" The taxi driver arrived at the fastest speed.

"50 yuan" "No..."

The copywriter walked into that dirty alley, it was a gay bar.

The copywriter paused and walked in.

The copywriter of "A Glass of Whiskey" sat down, looked at the handsome boy in the bar cabinet, and smiled. The dimple on the left side was deep and very cute.

"Brother, you're so handsome~" The copywriter leaned over slightly, revealing his delicate collarbone, which made people feel bloody.

The handsome guy couldn't help teasing and blushed.The copywriter laughed softly, like snowy mountains, fresh and moving.

"It's so cute, I'm about to fall in love with you." The copywriter held the wine glass and shook it gently.

"You know? This wine, you have to wake up and taste it carefully, the new ones won't taste good..." The copywriter's eyes flashed, reflecting the feasting and feasting.

The guy was a little drunk, and went back to his own business after a while.

The Adam's apple turned up and down, the fair skin was dyed red, but the eyes were bright.

The copywriter dragged his chin, not knowing what he was thinking.

"A date?" A tall man smiled and put his hand on the copywriter's shoulder.

The copywriter smiled, hooked his neck, put her red lips close to his ears, and let out a breath.

The man's aura obviously became heavier, and the copywriter whispered "Get out"

The man smiled, "What's wrong? Such a big temper?"

The copywriter sat back and said "a cup of coffee"

The bartender's technique is very good, the copywriter watched him make it, and took a sip of "not bad"

"A copywriter?" A low voice came into his ears, and the copywriter hooked the neck of the man next to him, "Help me"

The man raised his lips, "Interesting, but why do you want to help you?"

"I don't know, I know you will," the copywriter said seriously

"Interesting, okay, I have to pay for it." The man rolled his eyes with a smile.

The man put his hand on the copywriter's waist and pressed his thumb on his lips, looking like he was kissing.

"What are you doing!" Lu Mo stepped forward and punched the man.

The man covered his face and looked at Lu Mo calmly with clear eyes.

"What the hell are you doing, you don't have to worry about my affairs, shit!" the copywriter pulled Lu Mo away.

"Hey, right, bitch, ran to the bar to ask for a fuck? I'll satisfy you." Lu Mo forced the copywriter, and a red mark was strangled on his fragile wrist.

"What are you doing! It hurts!" The copywriter was stuffed into the car with red eyes.

Lu Mo threw the copywriting by the car window, and put his hand next to him, "Are you so horny? Go there to get fucked? Huh?"

"Don't worry about it! How many men I have has anything to do with you?" The copywriter looked at him stubbornly, put his hands on the handle, twisted it lightly, and locked it.

This sentence seemed to irritate Lu Mo, he slapped the copywriter, and said viciously, "How many men do you have? Smelly?"

The copywriter suddenly calmed down and smiled coquettishly, "A lot"

Lu Mo cooled down, shifted the gear, backed out the car, and drove the car to the hotel.

The copywriter was thrown onto the big bed, and Lu Mo frantically tore at his clothes, "□□I'll fuck you to death, stinky□□!!!"

The copywriter was hit, holding the white sheet tightly with his hands, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, looking at the man and smiling.

Only in this way can I keep you... like a small boat being hit by a big wave.

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