The road to death of the thesis case

"Oh...that's great~" The copywriter panted, but he felt that the emotions of the people around him were not right.

The copywriter reached out and stroked Lu Mo's cheek. They didn't turn on the light, and the moonlight shrouded the two intertwined people, so mysterious and confused.

Lu Mo's eyes were full of shock, and he didn't know why he was so angry, he was obviously disgusted... His face had a child's helplessness, and it turned into indifference, pity, and the copywriting could not be seen.

That's right, it must be all about possessiveness, even going out to flirt with him even after you have him, can't you wait until five years later?

"You're angry." The copywriting used declarative sentences. No one knew the people under him better than him. With such a long company, he even knew him better than his parents, his Ming Min.

"It has nothing to do with you." Lu Mo made a voice, such a charming voice was speaking, such a sexy Adam's apple was rolling.

The copywriter kissed her, and there was another gust of wind and rain.

The copywriter is both happy and empty, and no one can know his self-blame.

The next day, the copywriter woke up with a sore back and a sore back, and there were traces of Lu Mo's ruthlessness on his body.

"Ming...Min?" Lu Mo opened the door, stupefied for a moment.

Ming Min, who has always been sunny, looked at Lu Mo sadly, and with sharp eyes, he saw the copywriter walking out of it.

"You don't come to me, is it because of the copywriting? Don't you love me the most?" Ming Min asked.

The tall Lu Mo in front of him lowered his eyes, unable to see his expression clearly.

"Hey, you still dare to come here to look for abuse, Lu Mo, what are you doing, you said you love me the most in bed yesterday, you said, love, mine...tight, tight." The copywriter walked up and caught up with me On Lu Mo's shoulders, the word "compact" protruded.

Ming Min was anxious, and after a while, he lowered his head, and when he raised his eyes, his eyes were filled with tears, "Okay, I wish you happiness."

After finishing speaking, he rushed out without taking the elevator.

Lu Mo pulled the hand of the writer and looked at him with piercing coldness in his eyes, "Did I say that I love you? Please don't be delusional, I just don't want to tarnish him."

The copywriter is not annoyed "Really? He is so holy?"

Lu Mo snorted, "Compared to you, I don't know how much better he is. I only love him. Moreover, I have no relationship with you, only disgust. It's just a five-year agreement."

The copywriter turned around, with a cheerful tone, "Then you can look forward to the end of these five years, after all, you are still mine, at least for now"

"Pa" Ming Min looked surprised, "Lu Mo, why did you lie to me? Let me tell you, how did I find my kidney so quickly, haha, it was given by the copywriter. I might as well not have this kidney!"

As Ming Min said, he was about to jump out of the window.

Lu Mo said anxiously, "Ming Min, come down quickly! He's going to die, it's just a kidney, I'll keep it if I give it to you."

Ming Min chuckled, "Then you leave him, it's only been five years, and I can afford it!"

The copywriter didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, he was like an outsider, watching this farce, as if he was watching a clown, so calm.

Ming Min panicked after being watched, "What are you looking at?"

The copywriter smiled softly, but there was sadness in his dimples.

"Lu Mo, can you go in first?" The copywriter pushed Lu Mo into the door, and then closed it.

Lu Mo looked at the locked door, a little dazed.

Seeing Lu Mo go, Ming Min jumped off the window sill, "Did you know? Lu Mo loves me the most."

Copywriter leaning against the door "so what"

Ming Min smiled, it was the color of winning, "You have lost from the beginning to the end."

The copywriter looked at him, "But, he is mine now."

Ming Min looked at his watch, "I said it all, you lost..." Then, he walked into the copywriter and took out a knife.

The copywriter thought he was going to barrel himself, so he snatched the knife.

The silver light is very bright, very hot.

Ming Min smiled and walked towards the tip of the knife.

"What are you doing! You're hurting yourself!" The copywriter didn't expect that someone would poke a knife like himself for the sake of winning or losing a game.

"Didn't I tell you everything? You are doomed." Ming Min watched the knife enter his stomach with an evil smile on his lips.

Ming Min looked at his watch, tick-tock "here we come"

The copywriter didn't know what was coming, but he saw Ming Min's face was in pain, and a tear even flowed from his eyes.

"What the hell are you doing!" Lu Mo supported Ming Min with palpitations, watching the blood flow on the smooth tiles, like a flower, alluring.

"Copy, you're fucking disgusting, you're just a kidney, do you think the world owes you?" Lu Mo looked at the copywriter holding the knife, his eyes filled with disgust.

"I, no..." The copywriter looked at a loss

"Are you holding a knife yourself? You really chilled me. I thought you weren't that annoying, but I found out that I was wrong. The five-year agreement is over." Lu Mo hugged Ming Min, who looked weak .

"Copywriter, I... I don't blame you..." Then Ming Min fainted.

The copywriter clearly saw that when Lu Mo turned around, Ming Min opened his eyes and sneered at him.

Lu Mo's back is no longer broad and warm, but instead, it is more palpitating than the cold mountains and snow water.

Lu Mo watched Ming Min being bandaged by the doctor, and then carried Ming Min out.

The black world is still black, as if playing a silent movie.

"Lu Mo, Lu Mo..." The copywriter stood at the door, panting, disheveled, revealing the bruises inside.

Several men looked at him ambiguously, but he didn't know it.

Lu Mo looked at him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and walked forward, wearing a spotless suit and leather shoes.

"Lu Mo..." the copywriter hoped.

"啪" clear slaps sounded, and there was an obvious slap mark on the copywriter's face.

"Lu Mo, will you love me again?" The copywriter's indifferent voice came.

Lu Mo suddenly felt that he was about to lose his copywriting, "Are you worthy?"

The copywriter limped away, Lu Mo scratched his hair irritably, and looked at Ming Min tenderly.

The copywriter looked at the sky and let out a sigh of relief. Autumn is really a good season to break up.

Several couples walked past laughing and laughing.

The copywriter smiled, what should I do if I don't want to give up?

The author has something to say:

Oh, I've been so busy recently, I update it once a week, no guarantee