It Would Be Great If I Could Be a Copywriter

"It would be great if I could be a copy master ()"

"What are you two talking about?"

Yinsha showed a puzzled expression, "So what exactly is the gift?"

"Temporarily confidential."

Su Chen dared not tell the strange truth.

Moreover, on the other hand, he would like to pause for a while, and have a private chat with Feng Yu, and talk about what this gift means.

so.

After arriving at the store, after finishing the work of opening the store on the first floor, Su Chen called Feng Yu to the lounge alone on the grounds of discussing work.

The latter also tacitly agreed, and obediently complied—she herself was at a loss at the moment, even if she was as slow as her, she could tell that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Sure enough, the gift still made Teacher Maoxuewang hate it.

Sitting restlessly in the lounge, Feng Yu spoke first:

"That... it's been a little strange since the morning..."

"Teacher Maoxuewang... you really don't like the gift I gave you?"

"It's not a question of whether you like it or not." With a sullen face, Su Chen drank water tactically, and poured a glass for the other party by the way.

He said with a serious face: "To be honest, the thing you sent is a bit strange..."

The words are not finished yet.

Lifting his head quietly, Su Chen tentatively glanced at Feng Yu's face.

as expected!

A super disappointed expression.

It's like a chihuahua abandoned by its owner, with a pitiful and painful expression, and a sad and charming expression.

hello! Obviously, I have expressed my views as tactfully as possible!

On the other hand, Feng Yu.

At this time, she was indeed stunned.

--No way? Does the relationship between me and Teacher Maoxuewang seem strange even if I give him a bottle of shampoo?

This is too chilling, right?

Feng Yu silently interpreted it in her heart, and her face became even paler.

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"Yeah……"

Opening her mouth empty in her heart, she sighed in despair.

"I'm sorry, Teacher Maoxuewang, the gift I gave is inappropriate, and I've troubled you..."

"No, no, that's not what I meant."

Seeing the other party's disappointed expression, Su Chen waved his hands again and again.

"That's right... I just want to know, what is the meaning of the gift you gave me..."

"Eh? Let's talk about this now?" Feng Yu already had tears in the corners of his eyes, "It's just to protect your hair, teacher, and it also serves as a wake-up call by the way."

"ha?"

Su Chen silently took a big breath.

Then fell into deep contemplation.

This... women's nightdress and hair... Is there such a complicated relationship?

Why have I never heard of it?

Could it be some local folk custom?

Anyway, give me some comfort.

After pondering for a moment, the two spoke at the same time.

"Actually, I don't care if you send the nightdress or the underwear, it's all out of my heart anyway..."

"I'm sorry, Teacher Maoxuewang, I shouldn't have given you shampoo..."

The voices overlapped together, creating an indescribable sense of weirdness, which made the two of them stunned.

However, after hearing it clearly, the two were even more puzzled.

? ? ?

What is the other party talking about?

Nightdress? underwear? What the hell?

That's what you sent?

shampoo?

That's what I received?

Su Chen only felt countless question marks rising in his heart, and his face was bewildered.

"What do you mean?" The two of them spoke in unison again, and the tacit understanding was full.

"That is to say..." Feng Yu whispered first, "Doesn't Teacher Maoxuewang hate the shampoo I sent?"

"Huh? What are you talking about? The gift I received is obviously a lady's nightdress..."

"Eh?"

Feng Yu's brain crashed.

What the hell is a women's nightdress?

How could I give such a funny gift?

Sending women's nightdresses to men...isn't that the same as giving glasses to the blind, hearing aids to the deaf, and treadmills to the crippled?

"Teacher, what you received is really a lady's nightdress?" She expressed doubts.

However, Su Chen's attitude was firm.

"Yes, it's true."

"Then Teacher Xiao Su received...?"

"Underwear, the oversized ones."

Feng Yu: "..."

Like a steam engine, Feng Yu's face thumped, flushing directly from the cheeks to the base of the neck.

Could it be what Yinsha was looking for last night?

So it was sent by me by mistake?

"I, I may have given the wrong gift..."

And Su Chen also reacted at this time.

After adding the subject to the dialogue, all beautiful misunderstandings are easily resolved.

It turned out that the gifts that Feng Yu was going to give were scarves and shampoo. When he went into the bedroom to get them, he foolishly failed to distinguish the bags with a very similar appearance, and gave him the things Yinsha bought as gifts.

"So, you confused with Yinsha's bag?" Su Chen was relieved instead.

so far so good.

Not some weird gift.

Just an oolong incident.

In this way, the embarrassing person becomes Feng Yu.

"Sorry, the paper bags look too similar..."

"No, it doesn't matter anymore, I will return the wrong gift to you tomorrow."

Su Chen said so, and then the corner of his mouth twitched: "Of course, there's nothing you can do about underwear, that guy has already worn it."

"Ah?" Feng Yu was stunned at the time, "With Teacher Xiao Su's figure, how did she get in?"

You know, that is the size of the sound yarn.

One is a towering mountain, and the other is an airport with no protrusions at all.

The gap between the two can be described as worlds apart, which makes people sad.

Tsk, this girl really can't open which pot and which pot to lift.

If Su Xiaoxiao was here in person, she might be blown up on the spot, right?

Thinking hypothetically in his heart, Su Chen waved his hands stiffly, "Who knows, maybe...a hundred million breast pads?"

heard the words.

The living room was silent for a few seconds.

then.

Feng Yu quietly raised his head, staring at him seriously.

"Teacher Maoxuewang..."

"?"

"Your family has a lot of chest pads..."

"..." Su Chen hesitated to speak, stopped talking and wanted to speak, and then stopped talking.

All right.

We still don't know the number of layers of breast pads that Su Xiaoxiao put on that day.

at the same time.

As far away as Bilibili, Su Xiaoxiao, who had laid out several thick layers and was serious about painting, also felt a strange but familiar malice.

He straightened his extremely unreal chest.

The little girl regained her spirits, not knowing why.

Studio on the second floor.

When Su Chen and Feng Yu returned, the two reached an agreement with the outside world tacitly.

"Feng Yu, thank you for the shampoo, I like it very much!"

"So the gift is shampoo?"

Yinsha raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Looking at the mysterious looks of the two of you, I thought you gave some kind of gift with hidden secrets..."

"Yeah, it's just a simple shampoo." Feng Yu smiled and nodded frantically like a chicken pecking at rice.

As for the truth of the matter...

Just wait until we get back to the apartment after get off work.

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