MTL - Spoiled-Chapter 53

As soon as Fu Yuan blurted out his words, his eyes darkened.

Han Yun knew he was wrong, how could he make such a joke with Fu Yuan? And after all, Fu Yuan's ability has nothing to do with himself, he doesn't even have a girlfriend!

He immediately shifted the topic, resting one hand on his forehead, and said weakly, "I'm tired, my head is dizzy, don't talk to me." After that, he tilted his head on the back of the seat and put his hands on his brain Side, with one hand resting on the leg, a pair of crickets going to sleep without disturbing cymbals.

This is not a pretense, he is really tired, but he just found a step for himself.

However, Han Yun could still see Fu Yuan staring at himself from the window glass. Fu Yuan is a hawk and a fierce beast, but in his own place, he has always shown a mildness that is inconsistent with his nature.

Han Yun did not understand why. He blinked, a little longer curly hair lay in front of his eyes, and some obstructed his vision: "... you concentrate on driving, don't look at me."

Fu Yuan gave a sigh, and she did not speak or look at him again, which caused Han Yun to glance at him secretly from time to time.

One night last month, after a sudden revelation of Fu Yuan, Han Yun looked at him again, and he always saw a different feeling than before. He believes that this is caused by his absence of a girlfriend. After all, he serves beautiful women like Guoshi day and night, but he looks good and is a man after all ... just through the window glass, he feels that Fu Yuan is more beautiful. It looks dazzling.

At the auto show, Han Yun also saw many beautiful female car models. Thousands of cars, hundreds of car models, and all types at the auto show.

As a result, very few made him think differently.

At the traffic light, Fu Yuan gently took off his jacket and laid it on him. Han Yun raised his eyelids and stared at him for a second: "... I'm hot."

With a touch of warmth on Fu Yuan's face, he softly said, "Your Majesty is asleep, watch out for coldness."

As soon as he got home, Han Yun took off his sweat-soaked shirt and lay in a warm bath in the bathtub. He had been afraid of cold and hot since he was a child. He could not eat even a little bit of pain. This time, he could persist for so long, for ten days, and earn hard money.

At this moment, he was soaking in the bathtub comfortably, and he didn't want to move comfortably. Fu Yuan called out for dinner, and Han Yun tried to sit down and seemed to have no energy left. Working ten days in a row and standing for ten days, it is okay to say that once you relax, the whole person is like a clock without a clockwork, and loses motivation.

He was lazy, and was hidden in the water below his neck: "Master Fu, you brought in the dinner, and I ate there."

He didn't care, and a tray floated on the water, just blocking privacy. The tray originally contained bath products, which had buoyancy and could float on the water. He spread a layer of snow-white napkin on it, used it to put tableware, and sat in the bathtub to eat slowly.

He eats with manners and rules, so he doesn't accidentally spill soup or rice in water.

Fu Yuan sat by the bathtub, holding the tray for him with one hand, and wiping his mouth with a tissue in one hand. He was so meticulous, and Han Yun was not uncomfortable. After all, he was so urinary that he was accustomed to serve and take care of him, so this seemed to him right.

However, Han Yun adapts to adaptation, but he understands the truth of being able to stop, and now he has no relatives and no reason. The only person who can rely on him is Fu Yuan. It may not be possible for him to tolerate himself as a person.

In such an environment, it is not others but themselves who settle down.

After Han Yun finished eating, wipe his mouth: "Did you eat?"

"not yet."

Han Yun looked at him: "Then you go to eat quickly, I'll just clean it myself."

He got up and wiped the water, wrapped a towel around his waist, shaken his arm and moved his body so tired, and walked out without clothes.

When Fu Yuan came in, he saw him half-lying on the bed, his elbows resting on his body, a towel on his body, a white back showing, and an interesting history book in his hand.

As soon as he came in, Han Yun beckoned to him: "Xuan Zhu, come here and squeeze my shoulders, my legs are also sore." There was a call from the housekeeper now, and now he can only send the state teacher with a cheeky face. Such a thing.

Fu Yuan came to the bed, raised his hand, and held his shoulder, and squeezed it slowly on his shoulder.

"What is your Majesty reading?"

"It's about history." Han Yun was comfortable on his shoulders, and he no longer supported his arms. He lay on the bed with his arms loose, his arms spread apart, and the book was opened and left beside. "On this book, And my portrait, look, where does it look? "

The book also said that the Emperor Wei Jing was the youngest emperor who had ascended the throne in Wei Dynasty, but although he was young, he was diligent in government and loved the people. After his death, the Wei Dynasty ’s national transportation began to decline, less than fifty years later. And perished.

During the reign of Emperor Jingdi, a prosperous scene of Junming Chenxian and Guotaimin'an was formed. But unfortunately, this far-sighted and talented young emperor died early at the age of seventeen, and died at the age of seventeen, with no one under his knees. The history book reads: "Because of my diligence in politics, I have never even touched the concubine in the palace. This is probably the most eager emperor in ancient Chinese history."

Shit's innocent desire, I have misery!

Fu Yuan opened the book and glanced at the portrait on it. The portrait was painted by posterity, so Han Yun was portrayed as a thin form of sick seedlings, with thin bones and frowning eyes, wearing a dragon robe and sitting on a dragon chair, and like a bodhisattva These compassionate colors were painted by posterity based on historical descriptions, but the portrait is only similar to his real person.

Han Yun snorted and intently enjoyed Fu Yuan's massage: "It's defamatory! I'm no better than the portrait?"

Fu Yuan lowered his head and stared at Han Yun's white face with eyes closed for a long time, and smiled slightly: "Yes, Your Majesty is the best."

Han Yun snorted: "This history book is really a nonsense thing, just read it as a story. Who doesn't know that I rely on you to run the country? You have done your utmost responsibility. meter……"

He exaggerated Kuafuyuan without a trace, and raised his eyelids slightly: "Speaking back, how old are you, why have you never married? When my father and emperor were still in office, you were in a high position. At least you have been standing for years, more than thirty still ... "Speaking of this, Han Yun suddenly remembered," No, you are a demon. "

Fu Yuan's palm slowly pushed his back: "The monster is different."

The towels on Han Yun's body were all opened. He hadn't noticed it, but instead he got up and asked him, "Although the demon has a different path, but you have a human form, why don't you marry a wife? I remember that the father would give him You married, you refused, and you were so indifferent? "

Compared to himself, Fu Yuan may be really unmotivated.

He remembered what happened in a hotel in New York last time, and looked at him with some difficulty and said, "Do you still have any of the same kind? Are you a male, is there a mother?"

"No." Although he has many brothers, but brothers are different from him. However, the brothers were very afraid of him, knowing that he was addicted to killing and fighting, and he was angry and irrespective of brotherhood.

Because of his heinous mistake, his father broke into the world, and his memory and mana were all sealed up, turning him into a weak beast.

When Han Yun heard him say no, he couldn't help feeling that he was very poor, he was helpless, and the teacher was so good, so he treated himself so well.

"So, you grow up so long, live so long, have no children, and have no lover?" Han Yun didn't know how long he lived, but since he can be transformed thousands of years ago, then he has cultivated for at least thousands of years, right?

"No children, no lovers."

"How pathetic, parents? You wouldn't have jumped out of a rock?"

Fu Yuan smiled: "Your Majesty is a close relative whose blood is thicker than water."

Han Yun chuckled his lips and didn't know that Fu Yuan's "kind person" had no meaning, not just to make him happy.

"There are so many princes in the palace, why did you help me become emperor? I am not the best in everything, logically speaking, it shouldn't be me ..." And he didn't want to be emperor. He took the throne and found out There was no retreat, so I was sitting in that position.

"My court likes Her Majesty."

"I'm not good at all. Why did you see me at first glance?" It is true. Fu Yuan is a minister and has power over the king. He wants to be the emperor.

Han Yun has never understood why he is himself.

"I like you, even if everything is bad."

"Master Fu, you ..." Han Yun stopped talking, his voice pressed against the pillow, a little stuffy.

At this time, Fu Yuan squeezed Han Yun's waist with both hands, causing him to twist a bit and said, "Don't touch it."

Fu Yuan leaned down slightly, spread his five fingers, down his waist, and put a towel on his two hips.

Under the dim light in the room, his fair complexion showed a lustrous, honey-like seductive color, Fu Yuan just stared, then reached out and took off the towel.

Han Yun was caught off guard and gave him a scratch, then immediately hid aside, and said lightly: "Oh, my legs, my legs are sour, pinch your legs, don't touch my butt." He reached out and touched on the bed, caught Bath towel, put one on his back waist, covering all the cover.

He massaged very comfortably, Han Yun was lying on his stomach, and was a little sleepy, with his eyelids fighting.

I don't know how long, Han Yun suddenly felt that he was turned over and covered with a quilt, but his heart was wet.

Like the previous feeling, he thought that Fu Yuan had committed another fuss and drooled at himself.

It's just that ... if you simply commit a crime, Han Yun knows what he won't do. Several previous experiences have told Han Yun that Fu Yuan will not hurt himself. But guilty guilty guilty guilty, just drooling, he pretended not to find it, how did he open his mouth this time and stick his tongue out?