MTL - Spoiled-Chapter 3
Han Yun looked at his short hair critically in the mirror. He had seen a shaved monk in Zongmiao. His short hair was also like a monk, with a short layer of green stubble, and he felt a little bit frustrated.
People in the mirror not only have the same name as themselves, but also look similar. A pair of eyes are large but the corners of the eyes are slightly drooping. The pupils are lighter in color. They are transparent amber and have long eyelashes. Gentle feeling. Such a face is rare in the fashion circle, because it usually grows into him, and has become a star.
Han Yun was weak from an early age and was a sick child.
On one occasion, he was shot by a horse, broke his leg bones, and accidentally fell into the water and almost drowned. Fortunately, some people love someone, even if he became emperor at the age of twelve, some people assisted him. Perhaps it was because he knew that he was a puppet. Even if he ignored the government and slept in the early morning, the eunuchs and courtiers next to him would still close his eyes and blow his wisdom.
This body is different. Because he lives grass-roots, he is healthy and full of energy. Looking down, he also has a few symmetrical abs.
Before Han Yun had time to digest this new identity, Chi Dong's phone number was called.
He stared hesitantly at the screen that suddenly turned on, and picked up the phone, staring curiously at it slowly hanging off by himself, stopping the ringing.
He didn't know much about the text here yet, but remembered that the name "broker Chi Ge" came up subconsciously.
He remembered the man who looked like a gentleman, but was a head shorter than himself, and often spoke with irritation.
When the phone rang for the second time, Han Yun learned the operation of the original owner and carefully swiped with his fingers.
"Han Yun! Have you forgotten during the interview today?" The sudden roar from the other side of the phone shocked Han Yun, holding the phone in both hands, tilting his head and bringing his ears closer.
This thing called a cell phone is what interests him most. He has never seen such a hex before.
Chi Dong didn't hear him talking, angry and wondering: "You **** isn't coming yet, just wait to die! I see how long you have to be a wild model!"
There is an interview today.
Han Yun's mind automatically reflected this information. In his memory, the original owner once wore a fancy dress and walked back and forth a few times under the serious attention of several people.
This is called an interview.
He has a headache.
Isn't this interview the same reason as when choosing your concubine and eunuch? Pick a pleasing, comfortable one, and let him follow you.
As soon as he thought that he would be so provocative, Han Yun frowned unwillingly. He has always been picking others. When is it his turn to pick him?
He went out of the bathroom unhappyly, and ran into Sun Wenyan leaning against the door. He had changed his clothes, Versace's Medusa gold-printed shirt, black and white zigzag pattern scarf wrapped around a gold chain, a pair of gray disc sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, black trousers with a golden eagle head belt, Step on a pair of shiny bee leather loafers.
Such a dress is the basic standard for a model, and the details of the clothes reveal the attachment to the clothes everywhere-although the Korean can't understand.
The people here are keen on fancy dress, and from the perspective of Han Yun, it seems that the profession he is currently engaged in is the most strange.
Sun Wenyan watched Han Yun ’s belted pajamas slightly for a moment. His sunglasses was on the bridge of his nose. He touched his chin and looked at Han Yun. “Why not change clothes? Today is the interview, right, which brand is coming? ... "
He said approaching: "I remember it, it's ayoral, right, that children's clothing brand. I'll pick your clothes." He walked into the cloakroom in the guest room, and took out a brand new dg underwear for a Korean shipment, alexanderceen Snow-white long waist shirt and same-color trousers, two chic pink roses embroidered at the collar of the shirt.
In the model industry, the consumption is quite high. A large part of the expenditure is on clothing accessories. A dress can cost tens of thousands. Many models buy famous brands without eating or drinking. Once the season is over, they sell their clothes. And buy a new one.
But based on the income of the original owner, even if he does not eat or drink, he buys up to one brand a month. The most in his closet are Taobao a goods, and UNIQLO's basic models, and occasionally he buys discounted CK underwear at the end of the season.
But Sun Wenyan is different. He is a rich second-generation with a large number of luxury brand clothing in the cloakroom. It is impossible for him to lend his clothes to others, but it is okay to give them to Han Yun if he wants to wear them.
The little emperor who just returned from the dead did not know this.
Seeing that he paired himself with a snow-white dress was much more pleasing than the soil on his own body, and immediately felt that Sun Wenyan was not without merit. It was rather glamorous.
Sun Wenyan handed him the clothes and said, "I haven't walked with the children's clothing show, have I walked with the children's models? It's definitely right to wear a clean and temperament. You can try it first." "
After all, the interview is not a fashion week.
After he went out, Han Yun lifted up his pants.
He didn't wear these clothes last night, but one night passed, he was more fit with this body, and also had a certain memory, let him pretend to be the original owner, the problem is not big, but ...
Han Yun stood in front of the mirror and slowly put on his clothes. A thick sense of unreal lingering around him.
In such an age without relatives, in an unfamiliar body, his past identity, glory, and everything he knows are far away from him.
Han Yun lowered his head to deal with the belt and comforted himself. He was not as happy as an emperor. He was under the control of others. He scammed at the court and the enemy looked at him. How many people were holding his dragon chair?
It is now like this, easy and free, not so heavy burden on the shoulders, and not so many calculations.
He buckled the belt a bit awkwardly, and Han Yun looked up at the mirror, his heart suddenly opened up.
What's more, the poor ghost is the poor ghost!
When Han Yun changed his clothes and came out, Sun Wenyan was in front of his eyes and was very proud of his clothes: "A Yun, when I bought clothes, I was thinking that this suit is definitely suitable for you. It looks really good on you."
McQueen's design has always been synonymous with avant-garde and avant-garde, but this set of shirts and trousers is just an ordinary design, with a few articles on the collar and cuffs. The shirt is long, and there is a bit of casual neutral wind after wearing a belt.
It's such a simple design, but it wears Han Yun with a classic and elegant temperament, like a figure coming out of a pictorial.
The little emperor heard a lot of compliments and knew what Sun Wenyan was thinking.
Later, Sun Wenyan drove Han Yun to the interview site of ayoral.
In the car, Han Yun didn't say a word, and he put a big sunglasses on his nose.
This thing can block the sun, and when it is worn, it looks as if the entire world has been filtered, and it looks very pure. He rested his head quietly on the car window and propped his chin to watch the scenery flowing out of the window.
Sun Wenyan wanted to talk to him about his ex-girlfriend Ding Sui, and to talk about the half a million things, to see him look cold. When he was still angry, he had to change the topic: "Are you sure of the interview?"
Han Yun bowed his head slightly, but didn't speak. He searched for information about the interview in his mind as much as possible.
"Have you done your homework? I just checked it out for you. The ayoral brand brought a group of young models under the age of ten from Spain. This time you should be walking with the young models. The focus is on the children. , So the interview requirements must be relaxed, and being able to get along with children is the key. "
ayoral is an old Spanish children's clothing brand. The brand's popularity in European children's clothing can be described as outstanding, but in China, this brand has just risen. The first counter will soon open in Sanlitun, so a large-scale launch event has been planned.
The design concept of this conference is mainly parent-child, so the same design is divided into two types: men's and children's clothing. This design can attract more parents to buy parent-child clothing. However, the main selling point is still children's clothing, adult fashion is only used as a foil.
Long-established male models like Sun Wenyan can't afford to perform such unscrupulous tasks. Only Han Yun, who is running around in fashion circles, needs it.
Chi Dong has several free models under his hands and arranged for an interview: "Although it is a children's clothing brand, it is a luxury in children's clothing! It is well-paid and the interview is easy, so you can come in casually."
Before reaching the interview site, it was not time. Before getting out of the car, Sun Wenyan opened the armrest box with his hand and took a few small pieces of Heiqiao to him: "Wait for the dress rehearsal."
Han Yun took it, bowed his head and smelled it, then frowned slightly, it seemed that he was not used to this bitter smell, but the strange smell of chocolate quickly stretched his brow.
Sun Wenyan smiled: "Rest assured, 100% pure black, no calories."
He transported Han to the interview venue.
When Chi Dong saw Han Yun, he wanted to scold him. When he saw that Sun Wenyan was also there, he immediately swallowed the curse and laughed suddenly, pointing at the door in front of the corridor: "It's coming Ah Han Yun, hurry up, go in and draw lots. "
He noticed after finishing speaking that today ’s Korean Games have become different. What is going on with this "I am your father" temperament?
Immediately after, he found that Han Yun was wearing a big name!
a goods?
No wonder Chi Dong thinks so. Once he accidentally saw Han Yun's circle of friends. He knew everything about the Burberry men's shoes with free shipping.
Although he was only a small agent, his profession made him respectful of the big names. Although he couldn't afford it, he soon realized that the clothes on Han Yun were real and should be loaned by Sun Wenyan to Han Yun. of.
No wonder.
It turns out that people rely on clothes! No wonder Han Yun suddenly seemed to have pulled his temperament several degrees higher, and he still couldn't pull it!
Will you be in the same shape when you change into kids' clothes later?
In his heart, Han Yun is synonymous with earthy taste. Why is he wearing such a fake face all day long? Under the vanity pile is an inferiority complex that can't be concealed-a typical good hand is sparse.
Han Yun went through the corridor, pushed the door and entered the room to queue for the lottery. There were a lot of people on the scene, both male and female models, more female models, and the quality was very high. At first glance, it was all slim and high altitude.
In the model industry, you don't need to have a high face value, but more importantly, the recognition of your face and your temperament. However, as soon as Han Yun pushed in the door, he immediately became the focus of his flock.
