MTL - Spoiled-Chapter 7

In the case of language insufficiency, Han Yun got along with the children for a few days and even sat down to eat sugar. Although it is not possible to communicate, the interpreter will convey the words of the guide when training on the runway.

Rehearsals don't need makeup, just wear clothes. After a few days of rehearsal, the show director temporarily changed their order and let them take the finale. The reason why Han Yun insisted to come every day, in addition to this job is not easy, no brain, but also because there is a lot of food on the long table arranged in the background.

If it weren't for these foods, Han Yun really didn't know why he came every day, and people were alive, wouldn't they expect to eat with a bite.

In the afternoon, Han Yun went out from the background and walked down while playing with his mobile phone. He was enthusiastically pulled by a few models of his peers into a part-time group of fashion models. Others thought he was a newcomer. At the beginning, we were looking for many jobs in the group. "

Han Yun looked at it, it is indeed a lot of information about interviews, and there are many interesting buzzwords. He has learned a lot. He said at the time, "I'm not ready to be a model."

A colleague was surprised and looked up and down: "Are you going to hang out?"

Han Yun shook his head: "I don't know."

His face was bewildered, and his colleagues asked, "Changing? Which one?"

Han Yun thought innocently that I used to be emperor. Of course I had to do a decent job. He waved his hand and said that he would think again.

Peer: "Can you rely on your face to eat, why do you rely on talent?"

Soon, he was baptized by the socialist values ​​in his mind.

He gradually began to understand that either he would die or he would have to follow the rules and become the original Han Yun, work to earn rent and eat a bite.

Out of the background, he saw a familiar car.

"The game recording will start in a few days. You never called me."

Song Lin asked him to have dinner, and Han Yun got in the car.

Unconsciously, his eyes floated on the hair of others, and he wandered away: "Oh, forget."

"What do you want to eat?" Song Lin unveiled the topic, anyway, people were also in his car.

"Anyway," Han Yun paused, the setting sun crossed his face, and a little lonely light came out of his eyes. "It's delicious."

Song Lin smiled: "Okay, that took you to eat delicious food. I haven't returned in three years, I forgot."

Han Yun also said, "I don't eat western food."

Song Lin: "Then I will take you to a private restaurant next to the Forbidden City. I heard that the ancestor of the spoon is the chef and cooks for the emperor."

"Imperial chef?" Han Yun recalled that he once had extravagant three meals a day, full of expectations.

Song Lin laughed: "I heard it, I don't know if it's true, it's quite difficult to book."

When I arrived at the restaurant, I ate only one bite, and Han Yun knew that this must not be a true royal chef.

Although he was disappointed in his heart, he soon got better, and self-consolation tasted good, always better than eating peaches.

"It's okay, right?"

Han Yunyan said concisely: "It's okay, the fish is a bit old and the soup is a little fishy."

Song Lin couldn't eat it at all, and smiled: "You're kind of picking up a large plate, so you can eat it." He looked at the elegant movement of Han Yun's dinner, and was a little surprised, and he felt more and more eyebrows Painting, with skin like jade, really looks like a beauty coming out of the painting.

Han Yun was a little embarrassed after listening to it. After all, it was others who paid for it. He was wrong to pick and choose. He reviewed for a second and did not speak.

The meal was so hot that Song Lin pulled out his rubber bands and tied his hair. Han Yun's eyes couldn't hold back the envy. He also wanted to pierce. When Song Lin saw his Shuiyingying's gaze, his heart swayed slightly, and his voice was lowered a bit: "Han Yun, are you going to the show tomorrow? Then go to me tonight, I have two in Hanzhen Garden Month, it's quiet there. "

He stared at Han Yun: "I will take you to the show tomorrow, and I will sit in the first row to see you."

Although he didn't send him an invitation letter, at this level of show, he wanted to go into the backstage without saying hello. If he took the initiative to let the agent contact the brand side, he would immediately get him a seat in the first row. Come.

Han Yun looked up at him and said, "You want to follow the rules with me?"

Song Lin: "..."

I didn't expect that Han Yun was so straightforward, and the tone was still so calm, it seemed very improper, it seemed as if it was not the first time ... there must be many people who told him so.

After a few seconds, Song Lin responded, opened the skylight and said brightly: "I am a judge of" T Typhoon Cloud ". You have to participate. With your strength and my influence, I can at least secure your top three. This competition is not the same as before, even my agency is paying attention to it, and I am going to pick a few outstanding models from the competition to sign. "

Song Lin's contracting agency is one of the top ten model agency companies in the world.

"You want opportunities, I can recommend many first-class opportunities for you, and even let you go to New York Fashion Week. I know a lot of big-name designers-this is something that others can't give you."

"And, I want to develop a long-term with you ..."

"Long-term hidden rules?"

Song Lin: "..." This person's words are so straightforward. He wanted to talk about the pursuit, and was uttered by Han Yun with a straight ball.

"You don't suffer. You are in my heart. You followed me. I support you. I can take you to the United States for development. I can also pay the liquidated damages for the company."

Han Yun was a contract signed three years ago and has two years to expire. He was also a veteran of the company and knew that his liquidation penalty was not much.

He thinks the conditions are very generous. He is only thirty years old and has good physical strength in all aspects. There is no reason for Han Yun to refuse.

Han Yun gave a faint whisper, perhaps because his pupils were light, and at this time it looked like a piece of ice, and shot at Song Lin coldly.

"You can't afford me." He knew the meaning of the hidden rules, which he had in his mind.

"How do you know I can't afford it?"

Han Yun: "Did you steal a battery car to support me?"

"..." Song Lin always felt Han Yun's gaze ... as if looking at a poor man. He drew a few corners of his mouth. Should Han Yun not know that he had spoken for millions?

Although those tens of millions of endorsements are all uncharacteristic, he can't take the job.

Song Lin saw it, Han Yun didn't mean it, and he didn't think it was Han Yun's brain, which was just to humiliate himself.

There was a look of anger on his face: "Then why have you been like that in the car?"

"Which way?" Han Yun ate intently, wiping his mouth slowly.

"You keep looking at me."

Han Yun glanced at the pigtail he tied up: "Oh, I see your hair grows well."

Song Lin: "????"

Han Yun stood up: "I'm done. Take a step first. Feel free."

He said, turned around and went to the front desk to pay the bill.

He had no money in Cary, but Han Yun ran to refund the diamond ring that the original owner had bought for his girlfriend. As a result, the meal was over and the text message came.

The balance is ten yuan.

Even so, he still settled the bill. Not only did the original owner rush to checkout, he also had it. He was refreshed and worried at the same time. He never thought that he would worry about the money one day.

When Song Lin came out, when he was planning to pay, he heard that his account had been settled, and his face was completely darkened.

After the ayoral show was set up overnight, the models rushed to the show in the morning to rehearse. The show was arranged on the outdoor lawn, set up a sun shed, and used many green plants and flowers and feathers as decoration. Romantic and fresh, almost like a wedding scene.

Because his clothes are a set of pajamas, everyone has shoes, but Han Yun and Little Louis have no shoes and walk barefoot.

Generally, models do n’t eat anything and only drink a small amount of water before the catwalk. Han Yun is not aware of this. When sitting and putting on makeup, Louise stood next to him and shared his cranberry cookies with him. Han I was so happy that I ate it. I put my hand on Louis' soft hair and touched it lightly.

It was so cute, Han Yun smiled slightly.

Even if they can't communicate, the relationship between the two is excellent.

The press conference was held at 6 pm, the catwalk was at 6:30, the first half was for boys and the second half was for girls, and after 7 o'clock there was a celebration party.

At 6 pm, the waiting room was in a mess, and the children were crying everywhere. The guide relentlessly reiterated music, spotting, order, rhythm, and stride, letting the staff repeatedly check the clothing accessories on the little model.

The show guide said loudly: "Don't make mistakes on your travel route, don't mess up the rhythm!"

When walking the show, the show director held a tight control of the distance between the model and the model at the backstage meeting. As long as there was no mistake on the stage, everything would be as stable as during the rehearsal.

But there are so many small models on the scene, everything is unknown.

No one has noticed that before the fashion show started, someone inserted a few small needles into the grass. The needles were well within the range of the model's course, and they were hidden deeply. If you wear shoes, no one will feel them. .