MTL - Spoiled-Chapter 45

Han Yun pulled his tie off his neck, and slightly bent to take off his coat. When he lowered his head, he could see that Fu Yuan's eyelashes were very long. When he met his eyes unexpectedly, Han Yun found that his eyes looked particularly affectionate. But once again, it didn't bottom out.

"I'm so old, it's the first time I've undressed and dressed ..." Although he said so, he was so skilled that he lowered his head and unbuttoned him one by one.

While lowering his head, Han Yun moved his head closer to his chest and listened again, still no heartbeat.

Fu Yuan sat still, Han Yun stripped all of his shirt off, and his sturdy figure full of hormones was exposed. Han Yun felt good-looking, and at the same time felt that there was nothing to look at, he kept staring: "I want you to take off my pants?"

"Trouble is yours."

He saw Fu Yuan as if he could not lift his arms, and his face was really tired. Thinking of Fu Yuan's care for himself, he felt nothing. He reached out and untied his belt. Because the sofa was short and others were tall, he squatted on the ground and gave him Unzip the trousers and try to cut them off.

At this point, Fu Yuan had only a piece of shroud and a pair of black socks. His legs are particularly slender and strong, wrapped in suit pants and not wearing pants, the impact is different. I did n’t know if it was sweat or something on that layer of cloth. Han Yun felt that his eyes were irritated, and at the same time he felt a bit of inferiority of the same man. It ’s so blind that the teacher is so big and so bulging. Drop it.

He looked away slightly: "Are you strong enough to stand up, I'll put on your pajamas."

Fu Yuan stared straight at him: "Your Majesty, Chen wants to change his underwear."

"Can't you take it off yourself? I want to come here for everything!" Han Yun didn't feel shy or anything. They were all men, but he had never touched anyone else. He was psychologically clean.

And when he bent down to pick up Fu Yuan's pants, he could smell a strong male smell, which was not bad, but it was a little embarrassing.

Han Yun was not happy, Fu Yuan smiled and did not force it. When he was □□, Han Yun did n’t look at it. Sweeping with Yu Guang felt even more scary. Is it terrible for me to go to them?

Han Yun ate the welcome dessert in the room, and Fu Yuan fell asleep and went to Teacher Yin's presidential suite.

There are four bedrooms in this suite, which is enough for Teacher Yin and her assistant, stylist and makeup artist to live in. There is a row of clothes hanging in the living room. There are several pairs of different types of shoes on the shoe rack. It is all designed by Teacher Yin.

She was a teacher under the hands of an old tailor in a hutong. She studied oil painting as a child and did not even attend the School of Fashion. But after becoming famous, Beifu asked her to teach a few lessons.

It is precisely because she has only been doing private haute couture that she attracts dignitaries and celebrities who like to come to her to tailor.

Ms. Yin's design style is also very unique. Because she studied oil painting from an early age and loved Monet, she has a very good color sense. Her sensitivity to color is perfectly reflected in the color matching of the clothes, and the high-grade gray is very comfortable.

And her favorite colors are lead white, cadmium yellow, cinnabar red, madder red, cobalt blue and chrome green.

When she saw Han Yun coming in, she said, "Why not take a break? The jet lag is better?"

"I slept on the plane."

Teacher Yin nodded: "Then you come to try on the clothes, how much is your ticket, I will reimburse you."

Han Yun didn't know how much the ticket was. He didn't spend anyway, but Fu Yuan must have made a large sum. After all, there were only two of them on the entire plane.

"Yes, what about your companion?" Teacher Yin said, picking a suit of clothing at the same time, "is your companion a model?"

"He isn't, or just come with me."

Teacher Yin asked again, "Does he want to be a star? Do you want to make a debut? Otherwise it's a pity."

Han Yun said: "He has other careers and has no time."

Teacher Yin had a pity look and gave him the full set of clothes he had picked out: "There's a dressing room there, try it."

Han Yun held a few clothes and looked down. This is a cobalt blue straight jacket with a white velvet collar, hand-embroidered patterns on the cuffs and chests, and red thin threads at the edges. The lining is a red and blue striped sweater with a soft texture. This is a soft cloth that is delicate and cannot be launched into the water. The color of the cropped pants is like the orange sunset just after the sun goes down, which is reflective. Fabric, paired with a pair of black socks and boots.

In fashion week, if you wear too normal, it looks like a strange.

Because everyone wears weird clothes, and everyone wears strange clothes, but if they are displayed outside the fashion show, they will definitely be noticed.

This should be said to be a rule of fashion. After the change, Han Yun also met Teacher Yin's expectations: "Sure enough, the models look good and everything looks good."

Some dress styles are exaggerated, others are more stable. They traveled to New York for a total of six days. During these six days, according to the requirements of Teacher Yin, Han Yunde changed into different outfits and went to different shows every day.

The main purpose is not for the show, but for the photographers gathered for fashion week, and the show is only second.

Han Yun changed it in sets, and Mr. Yin used his mobile phone to take care of the effect. Because these are cut according to the size of Han Yun, it is very suitable for personal fit. No matter how strange the clothes are, he can be worn by him. Temperament is depressed, and people are ignoring the weirdness of clothing.

Teacher Yin said, "Your fans ask you to take a selfie, and they say they miss you."

Han Yun waved his hand: "I don't take good selfies."

Teacher Yin smiled: "People look good, and make funny faces."

It took two hours for Han Yun to test the equipment, and returned to the room. Han Yun saw Fu Yuan quietly lying in bed and sleeping. The curtains in the room looked a little dim, so Han Yun didn't turn on the lights so as not to wake him up.

He took a shower and lay down on the bed playing with his mobile phone, next to the sleeping Fuyuan.

Maybe there is something abnormal in Fu Yuan. He fell asleep just now, fell asleep very well, barely heard the sound of breathing, and the whole person slept smoothly with a perfect side face. Han Yun stared for a few seconds, turned around and carried his mobile phone in the bed.

Suddenly, one of Fu Yuan's long arms was put up, holding Han Yun's waist, Han Yun took his arm away, and then came up again. Han Yun turned his head and stared at him unhappyly, but Fu Yuan was still Sleeping.

It seemed to be unconscious. Han Yun had a hard time attacking it. He put up with it a few times. When he plugged in headphones to watch a costume show, his back suddenly covered the man's fierce chest. He stuck himself to himself. And hugged it.

Fu Yuan had great strength, and Han Yun could not push him away at this time, and it was difficult to wake him up, so he looked at the drama in depression, but just before the title song was finished, Han Yun noticed a strangeness.

There was something on the butt.

Of course he knew what it was, except for the living monster in the bed, Fuyuan, and nothing else to hide! Han Yun immediately responded, and his body became stiff and uncomfortable.

Han Yun twisted it and hammered him gently with his elbow.

Fu Yuan didn't wake up, but hugged him tightly.

Han Yun felt that the teacher was very hot, and it was a very abnormal temperature. Han Yun wanted to get out of his arms, but couldn't.

The dressing gown that he wore for Fu Yuan, perhaps the belt had not been carefully tied, had now spread out. Fu Yuan was like an animal, desperately pressed against him, arched a few times, and embraced him tightly, as if to be Embed himself in his bones.

Han Yun took a deep breath, quickly adjusted the alarm after a minute, unplugged the headset, and set the phone aside.

Fu Yuan lived like an animal during that period, and Han was so lucky that his ears were red. He silently put up with it for half a minute, and the alarm he tuned rang. The alarm sounded loudly throughout the room.

Han Yun heard it, but didn't reach out to close it-he intentionally awakened Fu Yuan, but he didn't want to carry his own pot.

The alarm sounded twice before Fu Yuan slowly woke up.

Han Yun closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, but intended Fu Yuan to be more conscious, but Fu Yuan just reached out to turn off his alarm, and then lay back into the bed again, hugging him silently. Han Yun thought he would end it, but he did not expect that it would be worsened.

He clearly heard the sound of cricket, and Fu Yuan took off his shame in the bed. He was very calm when he fell asleep, but he just hugged and didn't mess around. Then he woke up and reached into Han. Clothes, and buried his head in the back of his neck, using his nose and lips to arch around his neck.

Han Yun felt that the neck was wet ... Fu Yuan seemed to be drooling.

This time, Han Yun couldn't hold it down completely. He was shaking with anger, sitting up, and staring at him coldly: "Master Fu! Can you find similar ones to solve the physiological problems during estrus? What do you mean by salivation? ! "