MTL - Spoiled-Chapter 87

Han Yun's ears turned red. Of course he refused to believe that Shuang Xiu could lose weight. He laughed loudly and raised an eyebrow. "Okay, bring the weight scale. If I don't lose weight afterwards, you are Bully. "

Fu Yuan sat on the foot beside the bed, bent slightly, and stretched out his arm to take out his quilt and hug it in his arms.

He touched Han Yun's skinny bone, stretched a thin layer of muscular waist, and frowned, "It's so thin, obedient, eat enough first, how strong is not full."

Coaxing and coaxing in the end, Han Yun still couldn't help tempting and ate a bite. However, his appetite was not as good as before. He quit after taking a few bites, and he really felt "full".

At this time, Han Yun went to the weight scale again. He weighed a bit heavier than before. He was one meter eighty-four in height, but after finishing the meal, he weighed 150 pounds. Slender.

The male model is in the normal range. It is not thinner or fatter, so it is very difficult for a male model to maintain such a figure. It is always necessary to keep on diet and exercise.

After meals, Han Yun's weight loss exercise usually runs, but also Pilates, and use fitness equipment to exercise arms and abdominal muscles. He was thrown into bed after dinner today.

Fu Yuan laid him flat on the bed, pressed him like a mountain, and then leaned over to see him. He glanced hotly over Han Yun's eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, and finally couldn't help lowering his head, kissing him bit by bit, and putting a dense kiss on his cheek.

Perhaps because of his nature, Fu Yuan licked every time he fell a kiss, and soon licked half of his face.

Just kissing in this way makes Han Yun look flushed and disordered.

He wiped his face on Fu Yuan and asked him teasingly: "Master Fu, how do you look like a dog, can you be a goblin?"

"Have your majesty ever seen a long-horned dog demon?" Said, Fu Yuan took his hand and touched his head. Han Yun widened his eyes and watched him produce a pair of young horns from his forehead. He not only looked at it, but also felt the growth process with his hands.

The soft, black, but crystal-clear horns, like small antler horns, slowly grew up in the palm of Han Yun's hands, turning into large black dragon horns bent backwards, and two thick horns flowed quietly. The deep blue light, like life, emits a very fine beat.

Han Yun gently held one of his horns, while Fu Yuan held the back of his hand. Han Yun's eyes moved down from his dragon horns and met his moving eyes like abyss.

He rubbed his thumb carefully, and whispered, "Why did you suddenly let me touch it?"

He still remembered that Fu Yuan had never allowed himself to touch his horn before, and he prayed especially pitifully before Fu Yuan agreed, but only once. Later, Fu Yuan slowly controlled the dragon's horns on his head and let it hide, and Han Yun never saw him exposed again. He remembered his strange reaction when he touched Fuyuan Dragon Horn.

One of the great advantages of Han Yun is that he can bear with him even if he is curious about things that he thinks will be dangerous.

He was still thinking, maybe the dragon horn is Fu Yuan's restricted area, it is his inverse scale-so he didn't want to touch himself. It's rare to touch it once. Han Yun stroked the diagonal very strangely. The kind of smoothness and rough feel made him put it down. What he didn't expect was ...

"Your Majesty, do you know what it means to touch the Dragon Horn in our language?" Fu Yuan's breath became a little heavy, as if he was patient.

Han Yun stared at him with interest, touching his horns all at once, like the jade pendant that always hangs around his waist: "Well, come and listen?"

Fu Yuan lowered his head and was very close. He nudged his nose with the tip of his nose: "Yes ... please."

Han Yun's hands froze all of a sudden, the kind of joke-like expression slowly solidified on his face.

"So I won't let you touch at that time." Fu Yuan chuckled. His smile is always contagious, and he slaps his head with a hard horn and slaps his face: "At that time, I was weak in self-control and I was afraid of hurting you, do you understand?"

"Are you afraid of hurting me now?"

"No, I will make you happy." After that, Fu Yuan reached out and untied the knot on the bedside curtain. The curtain dangled, blocking the light outside, and the atmosphere heated up.

Han Yun laughed twice and quietly threw his hands away. Fu Yuan didn't let him go, raised one of his legs, and put it on his shoulder. With his head down, "Hurry up." After that, he got into the subject with ease.

Fu Yuan is always lingering and fierce in this matter, and has stirred Han Yun to death, clutching his horns with his hands, moistening his eyes, and not ruthlessly saying: "You listen clearly, If I did n’t lose weight, I would n’t fix it anymore, I would never fix it again! ”

After the incident, Han Yun was taken to the bathtub and took a bath. He repaired the first style in the bathtub. He was soft, but full of energy, and his spirit was good, but he was slightly tired. He sat in the water, resting his shoulders on Fu Yuan's shoulders, shaking slightly along the top.

But at this time, Han Yun hadn't forgotten to lose weight, and stood in front of the scales-it really lost a few pounds.

He wandered from 142 to 144 on weekdays and weighed a few pounds after meals. However, after double repairing, he didn't know whether it was because of exercise and digestion, and his weight dropped to 143.

The gap was not big, but it surprised Han Yun. When his eyes were wide, he looked like a beautiful puppet cat: "I thought you lied to me ... Wow, it can really be thin."

"Is it okay to eat as much as I want?" Han Yun's eyes are brighter, which is several times easier than fitness exercises ... Basically, I don't need to move, and I won't be tired. Just lose it.

Fu Yuan nodded his head, bent over and hugged him, hugged him back to the bed, and smiled, "Well, you can eat as much as you want."

A few days later, Han Yun slowly resumed his normal eating habits. How much to eat and how much to eat, he would not deliberately restrain himself, and of course he would n’t eat Hesse, but he doubled and blessed and really controlled his weight.

He rested at home for about a week or so, and Mengmeng sent him a message.

Now, Mengmeng works at Luke's modeling agency, with models. Han Yun didn't work much by himself. After he improved his English, he often didn't use Mengmeng as an assistant, so he introduced her to Luke Company to be a manager.

Of course, Mengmeng will also help Han Yun take care of her work. She helps Han Yun to manage his dc account and email, and then contact him after receiving the job.

As soon as the phone was connected, Mengmeng said loudly and excitedly, "Han !!!! Claire is looking for you!"

"Claire? Which Claire?"

Foreigners have a high rate of duplicate names. This name is very common in France, and the Koreans couldn't think of it for a while.

"What else can there be? It is that! The editor-in-chief of" vogue "! Claire, the editor-in-chief of" vogue "in France !!!" This famous figure in the fashion industry is one of Mengmeng's idols, which is a kind of right Adoration of great men.

Claire ’s bold and **** style made her famous in her first year as editor-in-chief. She was extremely popular and worked for more than ten years. She wrote one issue after another of the top fashion magazines. The cover of each issue was It's beautiful, and every once in a while, a hard cover photo that is good enough to enter the history books can be produced.

Of course, it wasn't Claire's initiative to contact him. It was a phone call made by an inconspicuous editor of the French version of "vogue", but what this call meant was even more obvious. Mengmeng was excited and explained, "This is the cover male model opportunity of the French version of" vogue. "

"Opportunity?" Han Yun captured the point.

"Yeah ..." Mengmeng calmed down a bit. "The editor of the other party said it was the December issue, and this year's Christmas issue. They plan to make a slightly different issue. They seem to have invited some other male models. Still choose one of you. "

But in any case, this is a good opportunity. Mengmeng: "Han, I don't know if you will agree, there will be no response. If you agree, I will reply to them."

Han Yun yawned, "No problem, how much work did I do in November?"

In fact, since knowing that Fu Yuan has acquired the website that he has been working for, his fighting spirit is weaker than before, and his "enthusiasm" for work is also lax. But I do n’t know if it ’s a physical residual reaction. When he was working, he paid full attention to it. Instead of feeling tired, he felt fulfilled.

But as soon as Fu Yuan came, his enthusiasm for work shifted. Because he liked him, he wanted to be with him all the time, but he was awkward, and he felt tired and tired after a long time. Quiet alone.

Han Yun promised to come down to this rare job opportunity. Within two days, he received a new notice. It was the "National Treasures" program group, inviting him to record a vcr, and by the way, met some other guests.

Before the recording, if the guests don't know each other and there is no tacit understanding, it is a very bad thing.

Han Yun arrived at the TV station and saw several guests. The short introductions of these guests were included in the materials previously sent to him by Zhao Lu. Han Yun paid much attention to this first TV show, so he carefully read the information.

There are a total of four guests, one is an old veteran of the entertainment industry, an academic aura, an old opera bone, played a lot of classic roles, one of the costume dramas watched before the Han Yun is the old emperor he played.

This kind of role can resonate with Han Yun. He feels that he and his father emperor have overlapping shadows, so Han Yun is very kind to this senior.

Another female guest, Annan, was also a playbone. She debuted for more than ten years, but she has a girl face; the remaining one is Xiaoxianrou. These three people have one thing in common, that they have all done costume dramas, More or less have a certain classic temperament, and are well-known and often seen on television.

In comparison, Han Yun really came in through the back door.

However, Zhao Lu introduced Han Yun seriously: "Introduce everyone, Han Yun, professional models, and international supermodels, but you should not know each other and have never cooperated."

A few words of embarrassment to each other, entered the topic.

At this time, several instruments were placed in the recording room separately. The chief producer Zhao Lu said the requirements for shooting vcr today: "There is a studio next to it and the first phase is to make a" qin ", so we need to record a few Music related promotion vcr. The four instruments are chime, cymbal, guqin and lute. "

"Mr. Annan sings beautiful sounds, and the recording room is for you."

Annan asked, "What about the musical instrument?"

"That is for our musicians. When you record, learn a few fingerings and cut them in. Vcr is not long, just shoot a few shots. It is mainly for everyone to work together, to get together and get together, and tonight. For dinner, our stage is almost set up and we will start recording the day after tomorrow. "

Annan understood: "What does it mean?"

"That doesn't mean it ..." Zhao Lu paused. "After all, everyone is not a professional musician."

"Mr. Zhao," Zheng Zhiwen, who was silent, suddenly exclaimed, revealing his signature smile, "I don't think fake plays are good, these instruments are not difficult. I can listen to the pipa live, and I know the chime. One point, if vcr is short, a few seconds of percussion is very easy to learn, and cymbals, the most important thing is the posture beauty, cymbals and zither, harmonious rhythm, no matter how you play, they are very good, guqin is even more ... "He talked eloquently, talking about these instruments, it is really rare.

Obviously, Zhao Lu admired his artist. There was no way. Now there are too many vases, and Zheng Zhiwen is still hard to see.

However, Zhao Lu still did not adopt his opinion: "The first period of vcr broadcast, can't be sloppy, so let's try it first and cooperate with it. Zhiwen knows a little about these and just exchange with each other."

Hearing Zhao Lu's closeness to his name, Zheng Zhiwen was also very happy, his lips narrowed slightly, and he didn't bother to do a lot of homework before he came. He didn't bother to pay attention to the ancient painting that he specially found, and finally got Zhao Lu's approval.

Han Yun didn't say anything. He is a variety rookie. This is a serious program. He has no previous experience, so everything can only be explored.

The choice of four instruments is also in line with the temperament of guests.

Han Yun happened to be Guqin. After he sat down cross-legged, Zheng Zhiwen actively instructed him: "Plug the strings with your right hand and press the strings with your left hand to get the sound."

Han Yun didn't know him, but upholding the concept of friendship, he just nodded and smiled. He put his hands lightly on the strings, and the dark, fused wood fuxi piano lined his fingers more and more like a jade.

He fiddled twice at will, and made a simple and moving string sound, Zheng Zhiwen said: "Yes, this one is quick to get started, you practice first, I will tell Mr. Annan how to play."

Han Yun glanced up at him, then lowered his head, pressed his fingers on the strings, and flicked gently.

He was more accustomed to the piano at home. He got used to playing the piano and violently touched it. He was a bit uncomfortable, but also slid and played for more than ten seconds. He has a leisurely movement, a kind of wild interest in it, clearly dressed in modern clothes, but is compatible with the peach blossom picture on the wall, blended into the ancient paintings, so that people turned his head to look at him, his eyes could not be removed.

Zheng Zhiwen heard him play, presuming that he was a beginner, and once again bypassed and instructed him: "You're quick to get started, faster than I just started to learn."

Han Yun is very modest: "I have learned it before."

Zheng Zhiwen nodded: "It was learned before, so it's better, let me show you a song" Drunk Fisher Sings Late. "