Spoiled

Han Yun attacked his heart-like question with anger, instead of stopping Fu Yuan, he helped to increase his arrogance. His behavior became less and less personal, but more like a beast that lost his senses. The effort also made it heavier and stronger, pinching his ankle with one hand, and pinching his waist with one hand.

Fu Yuan's hot lips kissed upwards from Han Yun's insteps, making him feel like an electric shock, his body gradually softened into a pool of water, and at the same time, his mind was flowing and his eyes were flowing: "Master Fu, please wait for me."

He showed an enjoyable style, and gradually lost his mind in Fu Yuan's caress.

Fuyuan's eyes became hotter and redder, and the temperature in the back compartment of the air conditioner that had been turned on gradually increased, like a stove. Han Yun was comfortable for a while, and sweated heavily on his body, suddenly waking up, eyes widened: "... Master Fu?"

He seemed to have not heard it, biting every inch of his skin gently, Han Yun reached out and clasped his head, only to find that Fu Yuan's eyes were red as fotan, and the temperature was abnormally high, like a wild Beast. And the temperature in this car was like three volts, and it was so hot that Han Yun was sweating and his eyes were empty.

"Mysterious?" He called again, this time stretched out his hand, touched his cheek away, but Fu Yuan covered his fingers fiercely, gently licked 舐 舐, eyes straight different from usual Looking at herself, the strangeness showed a little innocence.

Han Yun frowned: "I'm so hot, you're hot."

He realized that something was wrong. The temperature was so high, and the temperature was still rising. If this continued, the car would explode.

When he was called Fu Yuan, Fu Yuan seemed to be unconscious and looked like a child: "Hot?"

A drop of sweat dripped from Han Yun's forehead. He felt like he was going to be cooked, and his heart became more flustered, and he trembled, "Stop!"

Han Yun quickly drew his finger and shoved Fu Yuan from his body. Two or three times woke him up.

Suddenly the temperature dropped, and the red in Fuyuan's eyes quickly retreated. Those who are unintentional are more susceptible to deception than ordinary people, and more likely to get into magic. This is why Fu Yuan has always endured. He maintains a sober mind, serves the little emperor, and conceals his abnormalities.

Just like that, I was bewitched and lost myself.

As soon as he was awake, he immediately embraced the frightened Han Yun, took him into his arms, and took care of him: "Your Majesty, it's all right, it's not hot anymore."

Han Yun felt that his body was not as hot as before, and he had returned to normal. He breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "How did you follow the fire? It scared me."

"Only ... Chen out of control." Fu Yuan closed his eyes and pressed Han Yun's head on his shoulder. "Little nine, don't be afraid of me."

"... I'm not afraid." Han Yun wiped off his sweat on him. "But you're not getting my interest anymore, let alone, get up and wait until I'm full. . "

I felt a little embarrassed when he said it. The first time, he was comfortable, and the second time was a bit weak. The common name is a little soft, and there was no strength on his body. He was almost surprised and even sweated. , Naturally there is no mood.

Fu Yuan almost hurt him in a state of unconsciousness, and his interest faded, and he silently dressed him.

Only then did Han Yun realize that he unknowingly slipped on his body, and his clothes were thrown on the carpet in the car in a disorderly manner, and Fu Yuan was still a well-dressed figure.

He was getting more and more powerless. He was not as strong as Fu Yuan and he was not as tall as he was. Playing like this ... would he be happy?

When Han Yun was young, he knew a little about this aspect, but he had never been infected, but I heard people say that he was very happy.

He had long been fascinated, very curious about how happy this bliss was, but in the end he liked his own courtier, which he never expected.

As soon as people calm down, they can't help thinking about something more. Fu Yuan did just that, it did have a little impact on Han Yun. Let Han Yun realize that he is different from Fu Yuan. Fu Yuan is a demon. He is a human. Although he is not an ordinary person, there is an insurmountable gap between the two.

He inexplicably remembered the phrase "the demon is different" from Fu Yuan, and his heart became more and more unpleasant. Although he borrowed the body to return the soul, he was going to die after all. After ten or twenty years, he was getting old, and Fu Yuan was still the same, and then they looked like their peers. But in a few decades, he became gray-haired and old-eyed, but Fu Yuan still looked like that year ...

Han Yun thought too much about it, his heart was aching, and Fu Yuan seemed to feel something. Holding his palm, "Your Majesty is still afraid?"

Han Yun did not answer.

Many foreigners now have the Spring Festival abroad, but after all, they have no taste of the year and seem to be deserted.

On the morning of the first day, Han Yun did not work, so he got up early and wrote a few couplets with the red silk brought over. Mengmeng saw his writing dignified and dignified, couldn't help but approached him and took a serious look. "Oh," he said, "Han, your character is so beautiful! Wow, it looks so good!"

As she read it, she said, "Wu Geng is satisfied every year for two years, and even two years old every night ..."

Mengmeng doesn't understand calligraphy or anything, but she can still see how well a person writes.

Han Yun said modestly: "My words are average and can barely be called second."

Mengmeng likes his crepe-like way of speaking, like the ancients, and is particularly interesting: "Han, you say you can only call second, who is the first?"

"It's your boss lady." Han Yun said, "I didn't write my characters well. He taught me how to learn Chinese characters. I copied them, and they were also his characters."

Mengmeng nodded as if he knew something, Han Yun came up and beckoned, "Master Fu, write a couplet."

For these two people's changing titles, Mengmeng is used to it. The tall boss is not very talkative, but cooperates very well with Han Yun's court drama, sometimes acting as a concubine, sometimes acting as a pet, and Han Yun is the one. The emperor who said nothing.

Mengmeng watched him go into the drama so deeply, and asked him, "Han, why don't you find an audition for the crew and play the Emperor?"

But Han Yun was not interested in doing it.

Fu Yuan came over, and Han Yun was about to hand him the pen. He didn't expect that he didn't pick it up. Instead, he stood behind him, holding a long arm around him, holding the other hand, and writing the Spring Festival couplet on the Red League.

Han Yundao: "I asked you to write. I didn't ask you to teach me to write."

Fu Yuan smiled: "Two people write together to celebrate the New Year."

The two snuggled together, the picture was extremely tender, and their seductiveness made Mengmengxin miss a shot.

The Spring Festival couplet has been written, and Mengmeng came over to see it, and from the eyes of her layman, she could see that the character written by the boss was really good-looking, and she couldn't tell where the good-looking was.

She stood for a few seconds, then asked Han Yun to ask for his cell phone.

Han Yun asked her why, Mengmeng said: "You didn't post a Weibo for two months. The last thing you did was play chess. Although you are a model and not a star, you still have to operate. Fans will forget you if you are not operating. "Speaking, Mengmengka took a picture against the couplet, and then stood not far from three or four meters, took a vision, Han Yun in the photo holds a wolf, writes couplets at the desk, and the elegant atmosphere blends into the bones .

Mengmeng is very decent, and even Fu Yuan's clothes are not photographed. She added a filter to the photo, and edited Weibo for him: [Korean: Happy New Year ~ Everything goes well] [Picture] [Picture] 】

Han Yun is also a small Internet celebrity now, but compared to other Internet celebrities, he is different, he is even higher. The frequency of posting Weibo once in two or three months did not make his fans lose enthusiasm, but even more crazy, especially some new fans.

"Yunyun posted Weibo !!!"

"There are photos !!! Ahhhhh! Was this Spring Festival couplet written by Yunbao? Wow, it looks so good !!!"

"Learning calligraphy from a young age, the word Yunbao is really good !!"

"Well, why is there a piece of handwriting that is different from the others? But if you look closely, it's the same font again."

It is rare for Han Yun to have new developments, or to show off his calligraphy, which naturally won the fans applause.

"Although I don't understand calligraphy, it does write very well, so Yunbao is indeed the son of a big family. He lives in an old house and writes well."

"Where is Yunbao? Does it feel like a European castle abroad? Is this the Yunbao's home? It's too luxurious ..."

"Well, is this Yantai a Ujin? It seems that this wolf also ..."

"＠Calligraphy Association, take a look at this blogger's words! First-rate good!"

There are praises, and naturally there are also raisers.

"No word like this can be written in decades. The blogger was only in his early twenties? Did you really write this word? Doubt."

"Did you see the picture, he wrote it!"

"Speaking weakly, it feels like posing, normal people write ... Wherever there is such a thing, it seems to be feathered and immortal. Such a fairy, if it is a snap, I really don't believe it."

"Indeed, at the age of a blogger, it is impossible to write such a word."

Those who raised the bar were mostly skeptical, until a little famous calligrapher stood up and said, "Don't guess, the word is definitely not written by him, it's all exposed. There are two spring couplets on the table written by the same person. Yes, this word is comparable to a professional calligrapher, and there is one of them. Although the handwriting looks the same, it is obviously a handwriting of two people. At least it is a character that everyone can write! Light, how can you write such a good hand? Even if you start practicing from the mother's womb, it is impossible! "

As soon as this remark came out, some people echoed, and some people refuted: "The ink has not been dried, you dare to say that he did not write it himself!"

"That is, have the ability to talk to others, and show your words to everyone?"

"Let's see how powerful your words are?"

For celebrity entertainers, black powder abuse and tearing are common, and Han Yun is now a well-known public figure. His every move has attracted the attention of the public. There are indeed many people who want to find something.

At the same time, Xiao Ming also saw Han Yun's Weibo.

Xiao Ming was also a good tutor since childhood. He has also practiced calligraphy since he was a child. He did not believe that such words were written by Han Yun. He wanted to stink his reputation, so Xiao Ming immediately asked her agent Ling to go to public relations and contact some marketing. No. Go to take the rhythm.

"Han Yun didn't want fire? It happened to be the first day of the new year, and Lao Tzu made him fire in front of the people of the country!"

On the first day of the Chinese New Year, the hottest discussion was originally the Spring Festival Gala. As a result, Xiao Mingcai was rough and he called the marketing number of the entire marketing company. He had to send Han to the hot search position in minutes, but it was still under pressure from the Spring Festival Gala. Up the ranking.

The marketing rumor claimed that he would not write calligraphy, but had to set up an elegant scholar. Fan comments to help Han Yun were suppressed because of the military control review.

The agent asked Xiao Ming: "Still stepping on him? He didn't come out to respond."

"That's because it's not enough, just add fire!"

Han Yun does not like to brush these anymore, he doesn't know anything. He worked in the afternoon, and as a translator, Mengmeng followed him to rehearse at the Balmain show.

When she was working at the Korean Games, she found that someone intentionally hacked the Korean Games. After telling him, the Korean Games did n’t read or read the comments. She was lazy and said, “You ca n’t stop your mouths. Just let them go. clear."

"Han, otherwise, you have a live broadcast. Although it hasn't spread yet, but there are so many hackers, don't you come out and clarify, what about the fans who help you?"

Han Yun said generously: "Isn't it New Year's Day, it's a celebration of the whole world, it's not good to tear it down, and wait and see, if I want to blackmail me, I want to deal with it again."

After speaking, Han Yun ignored Mengmeng: "It's late, go to bed, and work tomorrow."

Han Yun was losing weight. He ate very little at night. In fact, he always paid attention to Fu Yuan when he ate. In fact, he had never noticed before. It turned out that Fu Yuan had almost nothing to eat. He thought that ... Fu Yuan was drinking. Dew is alive.

Knowing the truth now, he felt more and more distressed.

Han Yun turned off the light, leaned on the bed and cuddled him, put his hand on his belly, raised his head and looked at him: "Are you hungry now?"

Fu Yuan nodded slightly, and then said, "It's okay to be hungry with your Majesty."

"Have you been so hungry since you were born? Didn't your father and mother feed you?" Han Yun has recently lost weight, so he is often hungry, knowing that it is uncomfortable.

Fu Yuan shook his head: "Self-reliance."

"Oh, free-range." Han Yun nodded. "How can you be full? What kind of heaven and earth treasure can I eat to feed you?"

Fu Yuan knows that as long as he can get his heart back, he can get rid of this long-term hunger, and all the restraints on his body will break free, but how can he get back the sacrifice heart ... Fu Yuan heard that there are two ways , But he only knew one of them.

It is the killing of the other person in order to get back the heart-and will not be attacked in violation of the life sharing contract.

It was just that Fu Yuan was willing to dig out his own heart to save people, but now how can he be willing to do so.

God is not a plant, even if the relationship is lacking, it is not a cold-blooded animal.

When Fu Yuan heard such questions from Han Yun, he felt more and more bitter, apparently without feelings, but felt pain.

"You say, how can you be full?" Han Yun held his arm and shook one of his fingers. "I have a lot of fans. I can go to the rewards. There is always something to feed you." ? You tell me, what is it? "

Fu Yuan shook his head: "... you."

Han Yun stunned.

In the first moment, he also thought about "eat people", but with so many human beings, why is it himself? Could it be that rare monk meat?

His heart was tight, and he didn't dare to shake his finger anymore, and tempted in his mouth, "Master Fu, do you mean ... double cultivation?"

"Do you want to eat ... Longjing? If you want Longjing, then what I have is that the custody can feed you, but if you want to eat ..." If Fu Yuan is going to eat his meat, then He is about to run.

Fu Yuan suddenly thought of something and looked at him: "... Shuang Xiu?"