MTL - Spoiled-Chapter 5

The interview results came out on the spot, and Han Yun was on the list.

Everyone else was very happy, only he was extremely cold and paralyzed.

Han Yun is very insightful and sees you guys happy! What's so difficult about it, and is it so happy?

He managed the expression and was seen by Chi Dong as soon as he went out, calling him: "Han Yun, come here."

Han Yun stopped to look at him, but did not pass.

He wasn't left and right.

When Chi Dong saw him still, he froze, and then exclaimed angrily, "Are you deaf? I said it!"

Han Yun ignored it and went downstairs on his own way. When there is no one else, he can't control his expression, with a bright smile on his face, he is the best!

As a result, he went to the parking lot, but did not see Sun Wenyan's car. The parking space of BMW Sun Wenyan was originally parked, and another red car was parked.

He took out his mobile phone and found out that Sun Wenyan sent a message to himself: "I have something to go to the company. You can take a taxi back after the interview. Did you forget the password for my door?"

Who knows what your password is!

Han Yun was at a loss for a moment. How to get a taxi? Based on his memory, he clicked on the phone, and after opening the software smoothly, he stared at the screen without knowing what to do.

There was too much memory in my mind last night. He had a lot of things in his mind, but he still couldn't.

He stood still, staring blankly at the large, depressing parking lot.

The air was so stuffy that he frowned.

He couldn't help remembering his Manchu drive, no matter where he went, the pomp was huge. The servants who hugged and hugged him, worried that he was cold and hot, and bumped ... So when alone It is even more rare.

But now ...

This time is good everywhere, if ... he's not alone.

Han Yun sincerely felt out of place.

At this moment, a car without a roof stopped in front of him. Han Yun knows that this is called a roadster. The driver was a gentle and handsome man, looking like he was about thirty, with a tear mole under his eyes, and his black hair was deposited at the neck.

Han Yun was envious of his thick hair.

This is the man with the longest hair he has seen in these days. This seems to be the case here, with almost all men shaving their hands with short hair.

The man looked at Han Yun, with a smile on his face: "Waiting for a car? I can take you a ride."

Han Yun also looked down at him, feeling that the other party was familiar, but he couldn't dig this person out of his memory quickly.

It should be the pair of talents that the original owner knew.

He wasn't sure, but the other party got out of the car and pulled around the door of the co-pilot and said, "Get in."

The man looked at him with a thoughtful expression and raised an eyebrow, "Han Yun, don't you know me?"

His words made Han Yun realize that he might really be an acquaintance. He yelled, "I know." Then he got into the front passenger seat.

The man started the car and said with emotion: "I haven't seen you for three years. I just saw it and thought I had mistaken it."

Han Yun was afraid of saying something wrong and nodded.

The man clicked the steering wheel with his finger: "Where do you live?"

This address, Han Yun does not need to think about it, and can report to the community soon.

When the other party picked up the phone to enter the navigation position, Han Yun only vaguely found the identity of the man from his memory.

This is an Asian supermodel that enjoys a certain reputation in the world.

Strictly speaking, it is not the acquaintance of the original owner.

He used to be called Song Lin, but now he is Hugo · ng.

Three years ago, when the original owner entered the modeling company, the two worked together for a while, but Song Lin was already a supermodel at that time, and even held ten points of shares in the company.

Song Lin has taught classes to models who just entered the company-the intersection of the two is also limited to this.

Soon after, the company's top management exposed a scandal, plunged into deep water, everyone in the company threatened themselves and thought they were about to lose their jobs.

Song Lin involved in it evaporated overnight.

A year later, the original owner reported on New York Fashion Week that he saw Song Lin appear on the stage of the young designer alexanderwang.

The oncoming wind blew Song Lin's long hair. He leaned on the steering wheel with one hand and asked his head casually, "Where is oss?"

The agency that Han Yun signed did not originally call this name. It changed its English name after a scandal broke and was funded and taken over by a Singapore model management company.

Over the years, it has become bigger and bigger, and has become one of the top model agency companies in China.

Han Yun hummed again. Since he is not familiar with the other party, he is not afraid to wear out.

He looked sideways at Song Lin's black hair, and he looked more and more envious.

Song Lin saw him looking at himself with a gentle smile: "I saw your registration materials for the" T Typhoon Clouds "competition. This time, the organizer invited me to come back, just to let me be a judge."

"Did you know that when I was training newcomers in the company three years ago, I was impressed with you and you have great potential. You seem to be a bit higher than that." He sighed. "It's just a pity that there is no good opportunity. . "

"This match is fair. Play well. This is your chance."

He said a lot, but Han Yun was always flat and indifferent. He didn't take the initiative to talk to himself, and didn't even ask himself to ask for a phone call. However, his eyes turned eager, which made Song Lin feel playful.

Just in the Guomao parking lot, he noticed Han Yun as soon as he got on the car. At first he did n’t recognize it. After driving the car closer, Song Lin saw his pair of amber eyes that were more transparent than ordinary people. As soon as I think about it.

He only checked the information at the organizer, and also deliberately checked the information of dozens of models sent by oss model management company.

Han Yun's qualifications are very ordinary, but his face is memorable. He has big white eyes and is born with a gentle and sweet temperament. In the model industry, this look of temperament, the road is too narrow, only suitable for girls' magazines.

Looking through his resume again, sure enough, in recent years, I have photographed many inner pages and covers of many love novel magazines, and walked through a few shows I have never heard of.

As a result, when he saw a person, Song Lin found that he was completely different from the photos and the fuzzy memories. He stood in the middle of the parking lot, under the dim light, like the little prince from which country came down from the altar. , Melancholy is out of place.

— Han Yun has completely changed.

That's why he stopped the car and took him on his way, which was too obvious an intention.

As soon as he arrived at the destination, Song Lin handed a business card to Han Yun, and smiled meaningfully: "Please contact me at any time if you need help."

The business card was very foreign. The hollowed-out signature in English was very chic. Han Yun walked into the community and threw the business card into the trash.

He quickly found the unit building, which seemed to have become instinct, without him having to think too much.

This single apartment is a house that the original owner changed only four months ago. Once rented for half a year, the house is small and the decoration is simple, but the rent is very high.

Han Yun took off the photo frames on the table and on the wall. Most of them were pictures of the original owner with his ex-girlfriend Ding Sui, even Ding Sui's selfie was printed on the phone case.

He stuffed them all into a drawer, turned on the TV, and stared at the costume drama.

The antique scenes on TV made him feel more familiar, but his heart became more lonely, and he felt more pitiful and wronged. He curled up on the small sofa, and unknowingly tilted his head to sleep, without even eating.

Because he was used to the life of being served and looked after, and used to the days when clothes came to stretch out his hands to open his mouth. Now he wants to go to Zhang Luo himself. He is very uncomfortable and even ignores it subconsciously.

When he ascended the throne, he was still a child who was no exception. According to the eldest son inheritance system, Han Yun could not be the emperor, but after his father the emperor died, His Royal Highness also died on the second day of ascension. At this time, the country leader Fu Yuan, who was calling for wind and rain in the imperial court, forged the widow, abolished the elders, and brought the immature Han Yun to the throne.

From the beginning, he thought that Fu Yuan was just trying to manipulate himself and let himself be his puppet.

After the throne, the young Han Yun knew nothing about state affairs. He knew neither civil and military officials, nor played the chapter. The teacher taught him hand in hand, but Han Yun still knew nothing about running the country and was not interested in it. Knowing about Yile.

Therefore, the power of the Korean government is still in the hands of the state master. While pampering Han Yun and playing, he also taught him how to govern the country and become a prince.

At first, Han Yun thought he wanted to be a minister, and he was very afraid of him. He was afraid that his always-seeing look, coupled with his fierce name, made Han Yun beware.

Later, Han Yun discovered that he was the only loyal official he could trust.

When waking up in the middle of the night, the TV was still on. Han Yun sat up and poured water to drink. He opened the cabinet where the original owner always took out the food. As soon as the door was opened, the cold came from the inside.

He was very afraid of the cold, reached for his two peaches, and quickly closed the refrigerator.

There were many missed calls on the phone, all of which were from Sun Wenyan, and Han Yun did not manage it. He tuned peach while he tuned a channel.

The show is called "Hundred Schools of Lectures", and the theme of this issue is about the top ten ministers in ancient times.

The lecturer in a black Zhongshan suit said: "... The history of this master has been a mystery and he has served the Emperor III. He is the youngest Three Dynasties veteran in history. Since the Yuan Emperor period, he has gained the full trust of the emperor, so he can take over power. However, he doesn't do business all day long, harassing his neighbors and launching wars, causing the people to become bored and chaotic. "

"Even so, Yuandi still trusts him very much."

Han Yun heard it for a moment.

This Yuan emperor is not his father emperor?

The lecturer shook his hand off the fan and said, "After the death of Emperor Yuan, Emperor Huihui came to power, but this man was unlucky, and was taken away by his soul the next day, and then King Jing, who was only twelve years old, took the throne.

"It's strange to say that after Emperor Jing's throne, the smoke has subsided. The people live and work in peace and the country's weather is smooth. Compared with his father Yuandi, the young King Emperor is more like a Mingjun ..."

Han Yun was blushing when he heard him blowing, and he couldn't help but say ... Manchu and the warriors all knew that the uncle was an outrageous uncle, and his prime minister let his ignorance cry.

"Jing Emperor died when he was only seventeen years old. What is strange is that the state teacher also disappeared after Jing Emperor died. No one knows where he went. There are records in the wild history that he was buried with Emperor Jing."

Hearing this, Han Yun was completely frightened.