Spoiled

Fu Yuan didn't even ask, so he transferred him a lot of money, not much, but for the current Korean Games, it must be a huge sum. He quickly passed over the money for compensation for the damage to his clothes.

The car ran for a day and the fuel gauge bottomed out. Han Yun immediately drove to the gas station to add 500 yuan of fuel.

He didn't think it was wrong to ask Fu Yuan for pocket money. Although he was still a bit embarrassed, but strictly speaking, he was the boss of Fu Yuan, so he had to give anything he wanted! If you do n’t give it, you are a bully!

And today, he taught Luo Yusen a meal in front of so many people. It's been a long time since Han Yun saw him displeased. Every time he saw this person, he always felt like the soles of his feet were stuck with needles.

Driving home, he looked up at the full moon in the sky, remembering that today is fifteen. This moonlight is different from what he has seen before. The modern moon seems to be covered with a layer of gray tulle, bright, but not as ancient Timely transparent, and a kind of scarlet light.

As soon as he got home, Han Yun saw the Chinese teacher sitting in the living room on the first floor. Five fingers black.

Han Yun was preparing to turn on the light, and heard Fu Yuan saying, "Don't turn on the light."

Han Yun noticed that there was something wrong with the atmosphere. He said "Oh" in his mouth, didn't turn on the lights after listening to his words, and walked towards him in the direction of a little light in the night.

Fu Yuan also wore his black black robe, which seemed to have been transformed from his mana. Whenever Han Yun changed his pajamas, the robes that he took off disappeared.

He was curious more than once, so as soon as he sat down beside Fu Yuan, he reached out and touched the corner of his robe.

It was a good brocade touch, and Han Yun secretly touched it twice, noting that Fu Yuan leaned against the sofa, closed his eyes, and said nothing, as if suppressing some deep pain.

"Mysterious?" Han Yun felt strange and pushed him down. "Are you waiting for me to be sleepy? Go upstairs to sleep."

Fu Yuan still did not move, sitting deep, like a wounded beast. Han Yun was impatient, but depending on whether the other party was a national teacher, he still held his temper: "Are you unhappy or sick? The monster is sick too?" He reached out to explore Fu Yuan's forehead, To determine if he was physically different, Fu Yuan grabbed his palm.

Fu Yuan's palm was very hot. He did not use much strength, but firmly held Han Yun's hand to prevent him from pulling away.

Han Yun felt that from the palm of his hand, a burning sensation gradually spread over the entire arm. The alarm bell at the bottom of Han Yun's heart was a masterpiece, and he felt uncomfortable at the moment. He carefully said, "Hey, mysterious?"

Fu Yuan gave a low hum, and his eyes still remained open. He grabbed his hand and placed it in his heart.

Han Yun murmured in his heart: It seems like he is doing something ...

"Your Majesty, it hurts here." Fu Yuan's voice was so low that he had no emotions, and the robe on his body automatically moved without wind, and the corner of his robe swept to Han Yun's arm.

Han Yun: "..."

He stiffened his head: "Then I rub you?"

Fu Yuan said aloud, while Han Yun rubbed awkwardly, he said, "I watched the TV news and said, there are young people staying up late, their heart speeds up and discomforts, and they die suddenly. Do you always sleep? Stay up all night, look, let's not talk about us, you monsters aren't at heart yet ... "

Han Yun was talking and his voice stopped suddenly.

After rubbing twice, the slowness of Han Yun suddenly found something wrong, too wrong! Why doesn't Master Fu have a heartbeat!

He stopped and felt it for about ten seconds. This time he could finally confirm that Fu Yuan really didn't have a heartbeat!

The touch on the hand is still the warm and fleshly feel of the skin, but it is really weird without the heartbeat.

It stands to reason that even if it is a monster, as long as there is a living object, it should have a heartbeat. The master is a kind of unknown beast. To cultivate an adult form, naturally it is necessary to breathe and eat like humans. , Heartbeat ...

Han Yun held his breath and asked him softly, "Why does my heart hurt?"

Fu Yuan didn't answer, and took a few quiet breaths, as if peaceful, then opened his eyes to see Han Yun.

Even if the living room without lights was so black, Han Yun noticed the scarlet color of Fu Yuan's eyes, and slowly retreated to black. There is too many secrets in the state teacher that he can't understand, and those secrets cannot be gleaned from him. Han Yun saw it, but didn't ask, he just said, "Does your heart hurt? Otherwise ... go for an x-ray and see what's wrong ..."

"No," Fu Yuan looked at him, the tight lines on his face softened, "much better."

"Don't stay up late, you have to sleep at night," Han Yun said with a stern face, looking back at him, "I'll give you two more rubs?"

Fu Yuan said, "Do you still hurt?"

"I'm okay, compared to your heart's problem ..." I feel that I can still rescue him. Han Yun rubbed him for two minutes, and his patience is not enough. He was tired for a day, and sweated a lot. Take a bath, and then stop: "Mysterious, otherwise you go to sleep now?"

"Do you sleep in your bed?" Fu Yuan's arms circled behind him, and Han Yun was taken into his arms.

"Would you like to warm me again?" Let him hold it a little awkwardly. Han Yun touched his stove-like temperature. If it was winter, it would be nice for Fuyuan to warm him with a natural heater. He Is happy.

"Your Majesty agree?"

Han Yun thought for a few seconds, and when he touched his heartbeat, he sighed and solemnly stated: "Agree, but!" He emphasized, "You warm your sleeping corner, don't warm me Where you sleep, you are too hot. "

Anyway, his bed is very big, and he doesn't turn over by himself. The teacher is also a regular person. It doesn't matter if they can't touch each other.

Fu Yuan didn't say anything either, just holding him, as if to melt him into his own body and fill his missing heart.

While taking a bath, Han Yun watched the TV for a while. The TV was connected to the Internet. He started the previous game and watched the barrage.

At this time, Han Yun just faintly felt that a lot of people knew himself, the barrage was full of screens, and Han Yun saw a lot of content related to himself, who called him, liked him, and of course scolded them, but these The scolding sunspot didn't seem to find a suitable place to attack him, nor could he say with conscience that he was ugly and lacking in temperament, so he had to say that he was pretending to be too aggressive, and Lei Gong would not be able to stop him from thundering!

When Han Yun saw one report, he sent him a sneer. He soaked in the bathtub for an hour, and wrinkled his fingers, which was not finished.

After going out of the shower, he took the cell phone he bought for Fu Yuan, opened the video a, and was really annoyed: "Ai Qing, hurry up, help me report these mouthfuls of **** spray! The reason for the report is to fill in the sensitive information, this delete Fastest! "

Fu Yuan looks much better now. If Han Yun opened the curtains, he would see that the full moon in the sky was covered by dark clouds.

A yellow sconce was turned on in the bedroom. Han Yun was wrapped in a pink dry towel on his head, leaning on his very soft bed full of various pillows, and his fingers were mechanically mad on the screen of the mobile phone. point.

He and Fu Yuan were side by side. Fu Yuan was also patient and helped him to report one by one.

He could not sleep for a long time. It was too late. When Han Yun lost his cell phone, leaned his head on Fu Yuan and slept.

Fu Yuan held him in his arms, pulling the quilt lightly.

Han Yun fell asleep quickly, and his slight breathing sounded as if with some sweet fragrance.

Fu Yuan lowered his head and smelled it. Some wanted to kiss him and stopped. He held Han Yun's hand and touched the position of his heart again, where there was no heartbeat, empty, as if missing one of the most important components.

If Han Yunzhen pulled him to X-rays, modern medicine would find a cognition beyond their common sense-this person has nothing on the left chest` of the heart, and there is no wound on the surface of the skin, as if being After digging his heart, the flesh on his chest grew again, and there were no scars.

Han Yun came together in the morning and found himself sleeping in Fu Yuan's arms.

Fu Yuan's arms fit exactly the curve of his back neck, and he fell asleep very comfortably. When Han Yun found himself with his face on his side, his cheeks were in his shoulders, and his arms were still holding Fu Yuan's waist, the whole person was dumb. Lost.

The room was still closed with curtains, and daylight passed through the gaps in the blinds, and the light and shadow shone lightly on the floor.

The first reaction of Han Yun was annoyance. He deserved to believe that it was Fu Yuan's fault, otherwise how could he be like this.

He propped himself up angrily, trying to scold him: "Master Fu, you're overdoing it!", But found that Fu Yuan was still sleeping, and his handsome face was completely in his eyes.

Han Yun couldn't swear the next word.

There is a long-standing coercion on Fu Yuan, which often makes people dare not look at it. Sometimes Han Yun dared to look at him, and sometimes he did not dare. He was always a little afraid of Fu Yuan. When he first ascended the throne, he heard that the prince who had died just one day after taking the throne was killed by the master.

Not only that, Han Yun also felt that this was mostly true, because the housekeeper who told him about it soon disappeared, as if there had never been any.

Knowing this, Han Yun didn't dare to offend him, and honestly made a puppet.

Watching Fu Yuan fall asleep and be non-aggressive like this, never before, Han Yun stared at him, and his anger instantly disappeared.

There was a strange thought in my heart. A man who was so good against Master Fu and who was born so amazing, if he was a virtuous woman, he would definitely marry.

This is how Han Yun thought about it, and he quickly dispelled this terrible idea. He could feel the sound of Fu Yuan's breathing, which was smooth and even, so he moved his hand lightly into the quilt and went to Fu Yuan's side.

He wanted to touch Fu Yuan and whether there was a heartbeat, and wondered if the incident last night was an illusion.

With his hand still stretched out, Fu Yuan suddenly opened his eyes: "What does Your Majesty do?"

Han Yun withdrew his hand violently, scratched his belly, and his eyes fluttered: "I have an itchy belly."