MTL - Spoiled-Chapter 94

When Han Yun cracked and typed these words, he didn't think of anything in his heart, and he didn't weigh the gains and losses. Will he cause his career to be frustrated ... He never does things before and after.

After doing this, he was a little bit depressed and a little happy. He set the phone aside, trying to calm his emotions, reached out in silence, and pulled one of Fu Yuan's hand into his palm. Fu Yuan stood beside him, staring down at his gaze, spoiling like a child. Raising his hand and gently rubbing his smooth black hair, he whispered: "Little Jiu, don't worry."

"I'm not worried ..."

What Han Yun didn't understand is that in their era, more than a thousand years ago, the goodness of Longyang was a very common thing. Most of the noble officials liked to raise male pets at home, and the whole dynasty prevailed in male style. But after more than a thousand years of modernization, science and technology civilization has developed, but it seems to have regressed ...

Han Yun has been working abroad some time ago. After his English became better, he learned that homosexuality is particularly common in this circle. Most of the male models are gay, but most of them have no courage to Career rise comes out, because it will affect the career.

Not only that, but he also learned that homosexuality is a topic that is so secretive in the country that coming out is tantamount to being banned, giving up the cause, and being condemned at the same time.

Han Yun had made the worst plan, squeezed his hand, raised his head and said sadly, "You used to make me emperor, but now I give up the river for you ... Master Fu, soon It ’s confusing, you ca n’t make money, and you ca n’t support you, things at home ... ”He was in a sore expression, thinking of the downfall of everyone in the future,“ If you can sell it, sell it! ”

Fu Yuan sat down, and he sat on the foot beside the bed. Because of his height, he replaced the tent curtain and blocked the swaying candlelight in the temple. His deep eyes were also hidden in the shadows, watching quietly. Han Yun: "The rivers and mountains have not been lost, not to mention that the minister has money and does not need to change the seller's property."

Of course, Han Yun knew that he was rich. He was not worried that he would have no money to spend in the future. He still had so many babies. How could he not be too miserable. Han Yun felt that he could not do well as an emperor himself. He found it in modern times. This job can't be done well. He didn't think so before, but now he grows up and has a sensitive mind to think about it.

Facing Fuyuan's gaze, he whispered, "Isn't I particularly useless? You ... don't regret following me?"

"Your Majesty shouldn't ask like this," Fu Yuan said, his eyes were so deep that he did not bottom out. "Your Majesty should ask himself if he would regret it."

"I? Of course I don't regret it. You look so beautiful in ten years, still look so beautiful in ten years, and look so beautiful in thirty years. How can I regret it? It's too late to love you."

"That's it, it's married, and love is unquestionable. Xiaojiu understands?" His voice was gentle from beginning to end, and his unquestionably powerful and convincing attitude made Han Yun Yun's nose was sour, and he nodded and couldn't help but said, "What should I do if I'm old? I'm afraid ..."

"Don't be afraid, I will grow old with you." Fu Yuan's eyes are black, the deepest and purest inkyness. Han Yun rarely sees emotions from inside, but at this moment, he can recognize them, Fu Yuan's eyes It clearly reflects itself, filled with love and pampering.

Han Yun was moved and stunned. The whole heart was filled with a kind of sorrow belonging to young people. He gently rested his chin on Fu Yuan's shoulders, his arms around his waist, and his head was lying on his neck. Tap lightly.

Han Yun really thought that he was going to be fooled. He simply turned off the cell phone, chicly escaped for a few days, and had nothing to do to paint and write the piano. In the midsummer scene outside the window, the birds fell on the treetops and flew away. Then, the impetuousness in his heart slowly followed.

When he calculated the date, almost when the next episode was about to be recorded, Han Yun turned on his mobile phone.

Sure enough, there were many missed calls in the phone.

Soon after he turned on, Zhao Lu contacted him: "Oh, Mr. Han! You finally answered the phone, but you didn't give me a sudden death!" He said, "Your chess equipment is still here with me. I have to return it to you. It's not safe to leave me here. But I can't find your home address everywhere! Where do you live? I'll send it to you. "

"No more trouble. I live far away. I'll get it someday."

Han Yun is not willing to let people peek into privacy. Many celebrities have it. Zhao Lu didn't ask, so he said, "Tell me when you come."

Han Yun thought he was going to say that he couldn't record the program Yunyun, and he was very calm. As a result, Zhao Lu said, "Tomorrow's program recording, can you come and record?"

"Record ... I can still record?"

"Why can't I record it?" Zhao Lu initially saw Han Yun come out publicly, and his heart twitched upset. He said this was over, and he had to change guests again. Because of the nature of their station, such "stained" artists are never allowed to come on the show.

On their stage, there is a blacklisted artist from Radio and Television, a large part of which is a semi-public comeout star, the other is a former, blocked artist.

It stands to reason that Han Yun should also be on this blacklist this time.

But the above sentence didn't say, I don't know what it means. Looking at the Internet again, the swearing stopped unexpectedly, and it disappeared cleanly. The Internet sprays seemed to have been subjected to spiritual control techniques, and they all shut up.

The style of the review is quite harmonious.

[There are actually two jade models of the same type ... I watched the program specifically to understand the price ... disturbed ...]

[Models and stars are essentially different. As far as I know, many male models are that, and there is nothing to criticize. 】

There are also many blessings.

Zhao Lu was puzzled. When did Keyboard Man become so forgiving? What he didn't know was that many people were indeed malicious, but when those people were preparing to make some malicious comments, they would twitch their fingers and be unable to move, and in the end they could do nothing.

This kind of spell with a very large range uses a spirit-controlling type of magical instrument. The effect of the magical instrument is actually very insignificant, but the effect in the world is very bad, and it can't be used here.

Everything has a cause and effect, and Fu Yuan could not interfere with this law of cause and effect, otherwise it would cause disorder in the order. He just didn't see Han Yun being depressed because of such a trivial matter, so he intervened.

As a result, there was no wave and no headlines on the issue of Han Yun, and the end was peaceful and secure.

Zhao Lu asked him to record the show. Han Yun had a little bit of an urge to go. He enjoyed a lot of attention, hated tens of thousands of castaways, and was afraid of another accident.

He asked, "What if I ... don't record?"

"If you look at the contract, you have to pay a penalty, you can't help but record." Zhao Ludao.

Han Yun glanced at the furniture at home, wondering which one to sell.

As he pondered, he glanced at a familiar vase.

He took a closer look and was shocked, wasn't this the indigo blue glaze dragon plum vase he sold last time!

Although he has nothing to pack for his own things, his memorability is good. This plum vase is one of the items in his collection. The value is on the bottom, and there is only one, not a pair, so he will put it out for auction. He knew that there was money to take at auction, so he was always worried about what to do if he had no money.

If you do n’t have money, you can sell a spittoon. If you sell it, you will have money. He always thinks so, so full of vigor, but he could n’t think of it anyway. The vase that was auctioned off came back home magically.

When Han Yun was surprised, Zhao Lu asked him a few words again: "Hey? Hey? Teacher Han?"

"I'm ... I'll think again, and I'll contact you later." Zhao Lu's hair volume was scarce, and his hairline was particularly touching. He obviously became an elderly man when he took off his hat in his middle age, so Han Yun couldn't help pitying him. He was especially polite to him.

Zhao Lu nodded and said OK, then hung up.

Han Yun was allergic to pollen in his lifetime. He smelled of many kinds of flowers and he would feel uncomfortable. Even if he is not allergic now, he will feel uncomfortable. Osmanthus in the courtyard outside the hall is one of the few flowers he can accept.

Therefore, there is no embellishment of flowers in his palace, there are a few scented orchids on the window sill, and several vases of bamboo are inserted in the vase.

Han Yun stared at the vase for a long time and determined that it was the one he sold. He couldn't bear it, so he held the vase in front of Fu Yuan who was painting.

As soon as he passed, Fu Yuan rolled up the picture.

Han Yun did not look carefully, as if he was painting the furnishings in the temple. He went to Fu Yuan and asked him, "Is this the plum vase I sold before?"

Fu Yuan answered, "Yes."

Han Yun's eyes widened: "Did you secretly give it to him ..." He lowered his voice, as if saying something unseen, "What did you steal back? Sell it all!" He did not do it himself, Han Fortunately, there is a feeling of doing bad things.

Fu Yuan turned his head to look at him, and smiled, "The vase is sold. Since it is sold, isn't it normal to appear in the buyer's home?"

Han Yun understood that it was Fu Yuan who bought the vase! He hesitated for a long time, wondering, and scratched his head: "Why do you buy it? This is not the amount of tax paid to the auction house fee ..." He thought of paying tens of millions of taxes, heart It's tight. How good it is to send him so much money.

Fu Yuan grinned: "I see this vase looks good, but it is a pity to flow out."

Han Yun said awkwardly and couldn't accept this reason. There are so many good-looking things in the house that this vase is really average.

Han Yun asked him for money, but he was embarrassed to ask for too much. How could he make enough money for him to spend? But in this way, the money entered his pockets through legitimate channels. Of course, Han Yun thought that this was the money he earned, and it belonged to him. He spent a lot of money and had no regrets, even the mood was sunny.

Han Yun is not stupid. His heart is like a mirror, and Fu Yuan is not interested in anything outside him. This person lives as long as him, and it is estimated that he is not interested in anything.

In fact, he could guess that Fu Yuan had spent a lot of time, but he just changed his pocket money ...