Spoiled

Fu Yuan's eyes were very focused. Han Yun felt something strange. He hesitated to stick out his tongue. The tip of his tongue was very hot. Fu Yuan squeezed his chin and took a spit. Han Yun felt better than ice. Also comfortable.

The ice cubes are too exciting, so be gentle.

Watching his Fu Yuan, seeing him so enjoyed, his eyes narrowed, his eyes darkened.

Han Yun was closing his eyes, and suddenly felt that his tongue was licked by something soft. He thought it was a finger, and suddenly opened his eyes, but saw Fu Yuan, which was close at hand. "Plop" was planted in the water.

He couldn't swim, he was a dry duck. Even if the pool was only over one meter high, Han Yun was frightened, he thrashed in the water, his head floated and sank twice in the pool.

Fu Yuan picked him up, Han Yun seized the life-saving straw, hugged him to death, and desperately drank water on his head. The two stood in the swimming pool. The height of the water reached only the ribs of Han Yun. He gasped deeply and his clothes were soaked.

Han Yun coughed a few times and looked up at him in disapproval: "Did you lick me?"

Fu Yuan didn't change his face: "No."

"Really?" Han Yun had some doubts. Is it really just a hand?

Fu Yuan shook his head, bent over and hugged him out of the water. Both of them dripped dripping down. Han Yun peeled off his soaked pajamas, and glimpsed that Fu Yuan was also semi-drenched, saying: "Master Fu, can you change your clothes, too?"

"Take the clothes in my closet." He took off his underwear after speaking and turned over into the bathroom.

He has a very good body, with abdominal muscles but also a waist. He has two waist pockets on his back, and two white buttocks running down.

The bathroom door was transparent. As soon as Han Yun entered, Fu Yuan came in behind his feet. Han Yun froze. Fu Yuan squeezed the shower gel on his hands and rubbed his back.

It was the first time to stand and serve a bath.

The bathroom is large, the shower room is small, and the air is humid and a little ambiguous. The water vapor is not clear to Han Yun. The shower head flushes the water droplets from the line. A thick pair of palms is attached to the back, making Han Yun a little itchy , And snacks are impetuous.

He scolded Tai Tai Zhu in his heart, all blame Tai Tai Zhu for not letting him touch a woman, otherwise how could he be so unproductive!

At this time, Han Yun realized that the tip of his tongue was no longer painful. When he got better, his stomach became hungry again, and he began to growl.

"Xuan Zhuan, please help me buy some dinner. I have nothing to eat at night."

Fu Yuan went out of the bathroom, and Han Yun felt better.

Soon, he ate the hot and crispy fried chicken. He choked ten chicken legs and wings, ate two egg tarts, and was full.

Han Yun snored. Seeing that it was too late, he went to wash, and rinsed his mouth and said unintentionally: "Are you alone at home alone? No one is alone with you."

Fu Yuan followed his words: "Lonely." In fact, he has things to do every day. His last identity has been dead for more than ten years. Now he wants to appear as a new human identity. There are many things to do. busy.

Han Yun was a little happy to hear his answer and made a thoughtful look: "Master Fu will rest here at night. Just get up early tomorrow morning and you will buy me breakfast."

The bed in this room is definitely not as big as the one in the home. Han Yun made a clear boundary and warned him: "Don't climb over here at midnight like last time."

He lay down, stretched out his arm and hit Fu Yuan's shoulder: "Mysterious, turn off the lights."

The room was dark, the curtains were not tight, and you could see the sparkling pool outside the glass door. Several lights in the pool reflected the bright water ripples.

Han Yun fell asleep for a while, kept turning over, and asked Fu Yuan: "Did you fall asleep?"

"Not yet, Your Majesty can't sleep?" In the darkness, his voice became more mellow and deep, and the scent's heart moved.

Han Yun: "A little ..." He seemed to think of something and asked, "Do you know what a donkey means?"

"donkey?"

"Not that donkey," Han Yun thought back. "It's used to describe a man, maybe ..." He put it another way, "What's the same thing as a donkey on your body?"

Fu Yuan fell into silence.

Han Yun heard that he didn't answer: "You don't know?"

"Your Majesty wants to know?"

"Just a little curious, someone told me this in the afternoon ... forget it, it doesn't seem to be very curious, it doesn't sound like a good thing."

Fu Yuan laughed, and the sound of his low laugh passed into Han Yun's ears, but he felt that the eardrums were itchy and unbearable, and wanted him to talk closer.

Han Yun was a little tired and his voice was even lighter: "What does Ai Qing laugh?"

Fu Yuan's voice flickered, "Chen picked up the treasure ..."

"What baby? Are you rich? Ai Qing, Gou Fugui, don't forget each other ..." Han Yun said without a word and fell asleep.

In the closed communication and network, everyone ’s only entertainment is the swimming and fitness villa. In the room of Han Yun, there is a man who knows nothing. He sends him dinner in the evening, breakfast in the morning, and chats with him. .

This eased the depression of the Han Yun, and he set aside his mind of retiring.

There seemed to be several tears among the players. Han Yun was the only player who did not participate in the tear. Not only did he not participate, he did not even know that other people were tearing in the dark tide. The show team hinted at the South Korea several times. I don't know if he is stupid or pretending to be stupid, as if I don't know.

However, he did not participate in the tearing, and it has a lot to do with him living in the penthouse suite alone.

In order to force the Korean Games to participate in the tearing game, the director ’s group also manipulated the results of the Thursday Review Day. Originally, the Korean Games ’short films could be awarded this week ’s best and hot spring sa, also because of the arrangement of the program group. And flew away.

In his short movie of a few seconds, each frame is an excellent hard photo. It is impeccable for both the layman and the layman. The movement of Han Yun is more beautiful than the static one, but he fails to get it. To the best.

Not only that, the judges in the comment section bluntly said that he ate too much and gained weight, and even made him weigh in public.

"Han Yun, compared to the data of more than a month ago, you are about ten pounds fat, a whole ten pounds! Starting tomorrow, you will not be allowed to eat after four o'clock, and eat strictly according to the menu designated by the nutritionist!"

"I also listened to the show crew, did you secretly eat snacks in the room? Those puffed foods are most fattening, and they are the natural enemies of the models! When you go back after recording, you will throw them away!"

Han Yun immediately showed an expression of "the sky is falling".

Teacher Yin looked very distressed and blamed the show's cold blood for being ruthless: "Is this really good for you, he is still young!"

"Snacks aren't such a bad habit, just let him exercise more!"

Han Yun nodded all the time, "Yes, yes, yes."

The show crew was very cold. When they went back in the evening, Han Yun was forced to pack up and left with one player. Thirteen were left, and three people still had no bed.

As soon as Han Yun moved out of the penthouse suite, he immediately fell to the point where he had no bed to sleep.

The director ’s staff, in his presence, mercilessly lost the box of snacks from Han Yun, and Han Yun stared at his food in the trash can outside.

The female director who gave him the suitcase secretly stuffed him with a small bag of dried mango: "Well, I rescued it, you hide it, don't cry, just lose weight."

Han Yun accepted in tears: "Thank you."

He didn't feel like he was getting fat. Besides, getting fatter would make him fatter, and it would not affect his handsomeness.

Han Yun ate dried mango, lay on the sofa to sleep, and walked over to a male model. This male model was sent by the show crew. Let him say a few words to stimulate Han Yun. It is best to cause him to be dissatisfied. Tear mode.

The male model yin and yang said strangely, "Is the penthouse suite comfortable? Is the sofa much harder than the sofa?"

Han Yun nodded and said, "Yeah, how did you endure it before? I think your bed seems to be very hard, and the sofa is not soft yet."

Male model: "..."

As soon as Han Yun fell asleep on the sofa, he got up uncomfortably and found the director staff: "I want to retire."

"I'll pack up and go home now."

The staff member woke up in shock: "Don't talk about dreams!"

"Don't talk about it, can you be the master? If not, I'll just go straight." He was serious and indifferent. It seemed that this decision didn't waste him three seconds. Eliminated, right? "

It was not too late, it was only nine o'clock, the staff quickly contacted the director and said, "Director! Han Yun is retiring!"

The director also yelled and cursed: "What ?!"

The staff member looked at Han Yun, who was packing things, and said with a sad expression, "He wants to return the mobile phone, everything is packed, as if waiting for someone to pick him up."

"Keep him! Why did he retire?" The director put on his clothes and went out. "I'm here now."

While waiting for Fu Yuan to drive over, Han Yun entered the small black room where the villa was interviewed. He was interviewed and asked why he retired. He said in a serious tone that made the staff think he was joking: It ’s not as fun as I thought. I miss home. "

The staff carefully asked him, "Is it because we have confiscated your snacks?"

"This is one of the reasons," Han Yun said.

staff member:"……"

He was stunned. After many years in the industry, he has talked with countless program groups. For the first time, he encountered such a player and such a reason to retire from the draft.

It is indeed the super rich second generation who plays the ticket. This spoiled child has not been weaned yet! Others broke the scalp and did not have the opportunity to compete. He said that he would retire without any hesitation.

The director came over, bitterly: "Don't you know that you are the most popular player in the audience? You have a great future, how can you retire now?"

The director knew he was an oss model agency and said, "Your agency will definitely not agree?"

Han Yun was puzzled by his logic: "Others do not agree with me, can you decide for me?"

No matter how much the director persuaded, he couldn't leave Han Yun, and the director regretted it! He was very clear about what caused this. Han Yun, a spoiled rich second-generation, fell to the couch this time because they did not get the first place because of their arrangements! They were even provoked by the male models they intended, and the snacks they brought were also lost by the director.

The director watched him sit in the car and leave.

Han Yun sat in a comfortable seat, adjusted to a comfortable tilt, and opened the hood of the sports car. At night, Han Yun grabbed his own curls. He felt relaxed and at the same time felt a little dazed. What.

When the supermodel is the original owner and the dream, not his, then what else can he do? In this age, where does he go to be emperor? Afraid to be caught in jail!

Fu Yuan asked him, "What is your Majesty thinking?"

"Thinking ..." Han Yun turned his head, and the wind blew, blowing Fu Yuan's hat down. His long hair was blown up by the wind. Han Yun immediately forgot what he was going to say, and smiled instead. Splendid, shook Fu Yuan's eyes.

"Hahaha, Lord Fu, your horns are exposed, and you are about to hide."