MTL - Spoiled-Chapter 62
"Your Majesty, don't make a fool of yourself." Fu Yuan was playing with him. After all, Han Yun often thought of one out and one out, treating the palace as a downtown, letting the housemaids set up shop, sell wine and meat, and play horses in the back ... Do whatever you want, play whatever you want.
Maybe now that I'm growing up, I'm beginning to make myself happy.
In private, he likes to be close to the Korean Games, but there are also disadvantages to being too close. He is a fierce beast, inhuman, and easily loses his mind. If he is tempted to lose himself and become his original form, it will definitely cause killing.
This is why Fu Yuan has always restrained contact with him. He is not patient and patient, but he does not want to hurt Han Yun, and he does not like this method of happiness.
Han Yun was very serious: "I didn't make a fool of yourself. You promised me not to regret it, otherwise it would be the crime of bullying the monarch."
"If you don't want to, I'll go out and find a man."
When Fu Yuan heard such ridiculous words, his face sank.
The idea of Han Yun is actually very simple. Maybe he will get tired of this seven-day agreement? Moreover, Han Yun is the first time in his life to do basics ... This is like a person, how he feels, he has no experience, maybe he is wrong.
Wouldn't everyone rejoice when they return to their former relationship?
He firmly believes that he is just deceived for a while, because the relationship is too close and intimate, Fu Yuan embraces all his shortcomings, and he is obviously very seductive. He always seduce him when he is fine, so he will be let ... …such.
Today he is going to try, what kind of play is this male pet.
At night, Han Yun asked Fu Yuan to warm up his bed. He went to bath and change clothes by himself, soaking in a bathtub full of white bubbles, lamenting his absurdity in his heart.
However, in retrospect of the mediocre emperors recorded in the history books, Han Yun felt that he still had to be a little bit better. He was just killing others, and others were not necessarily.
After taking a bath, he took out a bottle of men's perfume from the drawer, sprayed it on him, and dried the drops of water. Fu Yuan was obeying his orders, lying quietly on the bed, three thousand blue silk like a waterfall, and a faint moonlight falling through his fan on his side with ice and snow.
Han Yun stared for a few seconds. He really felt a heartfelt feeling. He always knew that the National Teacher was good-looking, but he never thought about it. Now that he is conscious, he is even more impressed. Understand what is the prince of Huohuo play.
He lowered his head and smelled the scent of the perfume on his body. The perfume was not cold. After the first taste had dissipated, the water vapor in his body became a warm scent of pine.
Han Yun's fragrance was so clear that his eyes were as clear as the dew. He walked to the bed and said condescendingly, "Ai Qing, is the bed warm?"
There was a smile on Fu Yuan's cold face: "Okay, Your Majesty, please." He sat up and let Han Yun sleep on the warm side.
Han Yun climbed into the bed, got into the quilt, and lay on the bed together, and was at a loss.
At first, the two people slept on each side of the bed. The dragon bed was large, so the distance between them was nearly two meters wide.
Actually ... It's not the first time that Han Yun has slept with him in a bed, it's always the same, sleeping on both sides of the bed, saying that it is a bed, but it is impossible to touch them unless one of them deliberately.
Han Yun looked at him sideways and said, "Master Fu, you are now a male pet, should you do something?"
Fu Yuan also turned his head, and the two of them slept in the same bed, talking across the distance: "Your Majesty thinks, what is the role of the male pet?"
"Certainly make me happy, waitress, what do you sleep so far away? When you come to sleep, I want to hold you." I sprayed the perfume deliberately, how could I smell the fragrance of him without getting close to Fu Yuan.
"Yes." Fu Yuan did as he said, turning over and leaning forward, as if a hot stove, Han Yun immediately crossed his arms: "Come on, sleep on my arm."
Fu Yuan was crying and laughing. Han Yun had a simple mind and was happier. These problems were originally absent. Before he came to power, Xiao Hanyun was very clever and sweet and sweet. After he became emperor, he gradually became lawless. stand up.
This temper is completely used to it.
He slept next to Han Yun, resting his head on his shoulder, Han Yun's arms around his neck, his arms crossing his chest.
Han Yunzhen hugged him and leaned his head together, "Xuan Zhuo, if you were only a little younger, I would be able to hold you all in my arms, wouldn't you deform it? Will it shrink?"
Fu Yuan replied: "The minister will only grow bigger, not shrink."
"Then you can't do your exercises, but you can only get bigger. How can you ..." Han Yun quietly touched his heart.
Sure enough ... Fu Yuan is just a cold-blooded animal without heart or emotion. Han Yun looked at him, cursing in his heart that the throbbing was all in his chest, and you had no fluctuations.
Han Yun didn't know that the relationship between the two was the same. He would have the throbbing feelings of beauty, and a gentle warm current would flow slowly from the empty chest of Fu Yuan.
It seemed that Han Yun hadn't thought of doing more. He just shyly shook him for a while, and felt his sore hands, pulled his hands out, and rolled over to sleep on his own. It seems that there is nothing fun about raising a man's pet.
In the drowsiness of drowsiness, a bit of coolness came from being attacked by the horns. Han Yun rolled over unknowingly, "sucked" in his mouth, and muttered something.
Listen carefully.
It is the word "dry male pet".
It's so bold.
Fu Yuan slept beside him, resisting huge temptations and trials, while enduring all kinds of torture and pain. No one knows what Han Yun offered to eat for him, what it meant, and what he needed to resist.
In the end, he closed his eyes, bowed his head very restrained, and lightly dropped a kiss on the forehead of Han Yun, and then carried him into his arms.
Han Yun drowsily adjusted a more comfortable posture in his arms, and continued to immerse himself in the dream of "dry male pet".
Waking up the next day, Han Yun naturally found that the posture of the two was unusual, and they hugged and slept.
Han Yun was a bit shy again, and he didn't hug him, but how did he feel so happy this time?
In the morning, Han Yun was unwilling to do it himself and explained Fu Yuan: "Ai Qing, you are now a man's pet. You have to feed me and coax me to be happy, and I will love you more."
Fu Yuan feeds him bit by bit as he takes care of his children.
The seven-day appointment went very fast.
After all, Han Yun didn't dare to do anything, he didn't know how to do it, he just dared to play tricks and do this.
A long time ago, Han Yun contacted Mengmeng: "I'm going to France to sign a contract with ke company, and you will go with me then."
Mengmeng applied to Han Yun as an assistant, translator, and even a part-time makeup artist. Han Yun readily agreed that Mengmeng is more familiar with modeling circles and fashion circles than herself. She is a smart and good girl, and aggrieved others to be her assistant. As a matter of fact, Han Yun naturally paid a high salary.
As a result, Mengmeng asked and came back, saying, "Han, your salary is really too high. You are not asking for an assistant, you are helping me. Do you think I ca n’t afford a house ..."
Han Yun is accustomed to arrogance. With money in his hand, he has no awareness of saving money.
After Mengmeng asked for it, he adjusted his salary a bit. Even so, it still far exceeded the salary of a normal assistant.
Because of this, Mengmeng has worked hard to find a friend to borrow all ke magazines over the years, research the trend direction above, study ke's preferences, study each model under it, and cooperate with which brands, Which designer has a good relationship, and which designer is incompatible.
Mengmeng bought a famous brand in advance, she couldn't afford too much expensive, and could only try to buy the same.
However, she used to be a model. Although not as good as other models, she also has a temperament and wears nothing.
This trip was only two or three days, she simply packed a little luggage accessories, and took a taxi to the airport early.
Han Yun told her before that she would be responsible for her round-trip air tickets, food and accommodation, and he would be responsible for it.
She always knew that Han Yun was rich, but never thought he was so extravagant.
Private jets are just fine. I haven't heard of them. In fact, many local tyrants have private jets, but they are all small planes. I have never seen such a large, wide-body aircraft, used as their own transportation.
Not only have I never seen it, it's unheard of.
It's almost like a palace.
The fuss would appear to be ignorant, and Mengmeng desperately controlled his urge to take a selfie, and desperately controlled his urge to shake Han Yun's shoulders.
Why is it so rich that he is already such a winner in life and still has to go into fashion circles?
Han Yun's airsickness was severe. He didn't let Fu Yuan follow this time, but also to calm himself down.
Because of the seven-day experiment, he found that he was not mistaken. He really had that feeling. However, Han Yun himself was quite confused. He just wanted to go abroad, so let him calm down.
Han Yun was sick and vomited once on the plane. When he got off the plane, his face was like a dish. Mengmeng was going to pull his suitcase for him.
"Han, your airsickness is so serious. After you sign a contract with Luke, what will you do if you always have a job to fly around?"
Han Yun shook his head and said he didn't know: "You should get used to it a few more times ..."
Luke Modeling Agency, as one of the top ten modelling companies in the world, is of extraordinary size.
It is more spacious and luxurious than the previous company of Han Yun. Its appearance is a large, uneven and classic French building.
After arriving at the location, Mengmeng started calling the agent who contacted Han Yun. She is fluent in English and has helped Han Yun a lot.
After a while, the agent came out to pick them up. This lady is a Latino beauty. Han Yun met at the auto show last time. She wore an a-line skirt with a thin waist, which was as thin as a model, and was broken with a slight fold. It was a figure that was kept by dieting all year round.
Mengmeng said: "She just said that she is Laura. She is the one who recommends you to the company, so she will be your agent in the future."
Rolla took them in. The exterior was a building with classic French art, but inside it was spacious and bright with a simple, modern style.
Luke is a multinational modeling company, one of the best in the world, and was founded in the 1970s. Paris, France is the company's headquarters, as well as other branches, located in New York, London, Milan ... There are nearly 30 offices worldwide.
Han Yun's English level has improved a little bit compared to before, but it is quite difficult to communicate. He learns things very quickly, but he didn't learn it seriously.
Mengmeng stepped on the red high-heeled black heels, holding a small thin acbook, which contained the materials she had prepared and Han Yun.
In this company, white models are the most, and handsome men and women are shuttled between them. The height of Han Yun is here, which is a little lower than the average.
Rolla said: "The average height of the company's male models is 1.86 meters."
The male model is too tall and bad, too short, and the Korean model of one meter and eighty-four is enough.
Later, Laura explained the market of some companies: "Our company has only started signing Asian models in recent years. Some are Korean and Japanese. At present, there are only four Chinese models plus you."
Mengmeng whispered to Han Yun: "This company's models are all elites. In fact, there are not many of them. There are only more than 800 formal models in the world. Among them, there are fewer well-known and capable ones."
Han Yun nodded.
Entering the elevator, I happened to meet a few men and women who seemed to be senior executives of the company. Lola saw them and said hello.
Han Yun also smiled at each other.
Several executives seemed to be talking about business affairs. Han Yun asked Mengmeng, "What did they say?"
Mengmeng whispered: "Let's open a branch, I don't understand. Luke seems to be preparing to open a new branch in Asia. It seems to be preparing to choose one in Tokyo, Seoul, Beijing or Shanghai."
After entering the conference room, Han Yun met the lawyer and Luke's HR.
hr was happy to shake hands with Han Yun.
Mengmeng: "He said that he is very glad that you can join their company. This is a contract they tailored for you."
Han Yun also nodded and said thank you.
He found an industry secret. In this company, there are no particularly old people. The models look very young. Even the other staff members will not look very old. She looks very young in her 30s and 40s.
Copies of two copies, both in English.
Han Yun couldn't understand it. When Mengmeng took the contract and opened it, his eyebrows frowned slightly. He said to Han Yun, "This is a Class C contract."
"What is a Type C contract?"
"General model companies' contracts for models are divided into three categories, the first category is category a, the second category is category b, and the third category is category c. Among them, category A contract conditions are the best, and they are also the most free and most Loose, category C is the worst, very unfree, and one sign is ten years, and the penalty is very scary, which is equivalent to selling a deed ... "
"Maybe you don't have any fame yet, so ... wait, I look at the contract carefully." Mengmeng said, looking down carefully.
The more she looked, the more ugly she looked. The contract terms were indeed a bit harsh, but correspondingly, the resources were very good, and Asian models themselves were relatively small. If they got a chance, it would be easy to skyrocket.
Mengmeng explained the contents of the contract. Han Yun asked: "Doesn't this mean that I have to stay in France for at least 11 months a year?"
"It's almost ... there are a lot of messy jobs." But even a messy job is better than a lot of jobs in the domestic model market. Mengmeng said, "When I was a model in China, I was often in a nightclub for a few years. We were in charge. Dance, heat, two hundred yuan a night. "
In fact, this type C contract is already very good, but Mengmeng feels that the Korean Games can't stand it.
Han Yun nodded after hearing: "Then you ask, can I sign a type a contract? I can't be in France for a year or eleven months. I have to go home. There is still a family in my family ..."
Mengmeng asked daringly, then hr still smiled and said "no".
"He means that this is the company's decision. All new models entering the company are all treated like this. Like the world elite model contest hosted by their company, if they win the championship, they will only be in a category B contract. Their company, which is also Class C, said that you should not be so picky ... "Mengmeng looked at him," what to do? "
Han Yun put his hands together on the abdomen, and groaned with his head down for a moment, then a smile drew from the corner of his mouth and said, "Mengmeng, tell them, aren't they going to establish a branch in Asia? I can pay, I only need a Contracts, I want absolute freedom. I don't want to force me to work. "
Mengmeng opened her eyes slightly, and then relayed the words of Han Yun.
That hr opened his mouth wide, a little shocked, and then laughed: "r Han, the company will not allow this to happen, how much can you pay? One million? RMB? Or how much."
Han Yun listened, both sword eyebrows were raised, and then he did not let Mengmeng translate. He stretched out a hand and said in his lame English, "I'll give you 50 million dollars, is it enough?"
The huge conference room was silent.
"Wtf ???" hr was scared by this amazing number and almost planted on the ground, and the lawyer turned dizzy: "Are you sure."
Han Yun continued to say in terrible English: "This is true. I don't lie. I give you $ 50 million. I want to be free."
His idea was simple. He went home to sell a spittoon, and 300 million yuan was easily available.
Mengmeng couldn't see right, and quickly helped him explain: "Equivalent to investment, not for nothing, you have to give him the best resources, it must be the best! And the income of the branch must also be paid."
Han Yun's trick can be used anywhere, no one can resist the temptation of money, and ... 50 million US dollars, it is really a lot of money. Even if they are a large multinational company, in fact, it is impossible to pay so much cash, not even half!
In exchange for so much cash with a type A contract, a fool wouldn't do it!
Soon, Luke told Han Yun: "Your request is fine, and we are currently negotiating your new contract."
In fact, Han Yun has no money. He just dresses up. If he really wants the money, he has to go home first. So he said, "Don't worry, take your time. I will go home and prepare the money. I will return home tomorrow to sign the contract. Come to Beijing to find me. "
Mengmeng was also frightened by this amazing number for a long time and couldn't help but ask Han Yun: "Brother Han, you paid so much money at once, won't your father hit you?"
"My dad ... I don't have a dad. I'm dead. I own the money, but ..." I can't say the same.
Money is Fu Yuan's right.
But Fu Yuan didn't care about the wealth outside of him. In the eyes of Han Yun, he was a bit inhuman, and it seemed that he didn't care about anything in general ... There seemed to be nothing to move him.
After so long contact, Han Yun is still the same as before, in fact he does not understand him at all, he does not know his preferences, and he does not know what he hates.
The only preference may be in himself.
Han Yun sighed and asked Mengmeng: "Don't you say that there is a fragrant street in France. Can I shop? I'm going to buy something and buy it back as a gift. Mengmeng, you come to help my staff and staff, I don't know what to send All right."
"Okay, Han, who is the gift for?"
Han Yun thought about it. He could bring a small gift to Guoguo and his stammer. Of course, the big gift was for Fu Yuan.
He looked far ahead: "A heart-burning arsonist, a cold-blooded animal with no heart, set a fire on my heart and ran away."
"..."
Mengmeng gave Leide Waijiaolinen his tone and drew his lips: "Send Hermes?"
"Bag? He's a man. Don't pack."
Han Yun is a guy. Mengmeng had long guessed, and now I am not shocked. I accepted it calmly and calmly, thinking, "Send a diamond watch or something ..."
"Okay, then go to the jewelry store."
Han Yun still has 10 million looks to splurge. It is drizzle to buy a watch.
As a result, he entered the jewelry store and was attracted by another thing.
The next day, I had a good communication with Luke, and the other party was very polite to say that they would soon come to Beijing to inspect the location of the branch, and by the way, he would bring him an unprecedented new contract to sign with him.
When returning home, Han Yun was carrying a large packing bag with a gift box in it, which was the gift he bought.
Mengmeng said, "But this ... isn't it too tacky?"
Han Yun nodded with satisfaction: "He must like this."
At the airport, Mengmeng finally saw this arsonist who made Han Yun spend 10 million on gifts.
She recognized it right away. Isn't that ... in the Go challenge, suddenly holding down Zhang Jiuduan's handsome guy with long hair? She mixed the model circle and met a lot of handsome guys. When she went to Luke Models in France, she saw countless handsome male models, but this ... completely crushed all the men she had seen!
Mengmeng said that this is the man of Boss Han. It is the flesh of Boss Han's heart. He ca n’t see it. Be careful when he wears small shoes for himself. So do n’t overdo it. ,Bye bye."
After that, she ran away with her suitcase.
Han Yun got in the car.
Because he still had some airsickness on his return journey, he was not very good, with a pale look, but his expression was dazzling. After he got in the car, he just threw the gift box to him.
"I bought it for you. Take it apart quickly."
Fu Yuan glanced at him: "Your Majesty spent ten million yuan?"
"How do you know?" All his pocket money was spent on this thing.
"The credit card has a record." As he said, Fu Yuan opened the gift box, and then held it a little.
Because this is a gift that I do n’t know how to evaluate, half a slap-sized heart, the surface is all covered with broken diamonds, and the diamond condition is not the best, so it ’s full. Here it is.
Han Yun stared at his expression and slowly said, "Master Fu, aren't you heartless? He bought you a heart, or a diamond, and it's unbreakable. You should cherish it."
"I bought you a gift abroad, indicating that I remember you, what about you?" Should you also give me something, such as $ 50 million in pocket money?
