MTL - Spoiled-Chapter 46

On the bed, Fu Yuan, with her robe half-open, revealed her **** and strong body, and she looked at it with her eyes, as if with the heat of the sun.

"It's a perfect body!" Han Yun dragged the quilt up, covering his half-exposed body.

It was all covered, he didn't feel so hot.

Han Yun wiped the back of his neck, his hands were wet, and he exclaimed angrily, "Fu Xuan! Can't you control yourself!"

Fu Yuan stared at his eyes, and suddenly smiled: "Your Majesty, if it is not a strong self-control, I'm afraid ..."

You have been eaten so long that you have no bones left!

Han Yun did not notice that his tone was wrong. He could tolerate it once or twice. This time it was really intolerable. The saliva flowed down his neck into the clothes. It can be seen that the prototype of the master was Hara!

Fu Yuan was helpless: "Your Majesty ..."

Han Yun rubbed his neck desperately. In fact, he was a bit disgusted in his heart, but when he smelled it, it didn't seem to have any smell. It ’s not easy to miss him, because he lacks heart and is in estrus, Han Yun sighed: "Well, don't touch me, I'll take a bath, you can solve it by yourself. I can't find you when I want to come abroad Of the same kind ... "

He was about to get up, and Fu Yuan caught him back.

Han Yun fell heavily on him, and Fu Yuan grabbed him: "Nothing to do, your majesty, don't move ..." Han Yun was about to get angry, and felt he kissed his ears and forehead very gently.

Han Yun didn't feel that much, just felt awkward, and now suddenly such a gentle kiss, Han Yun felt his heartbeat became brisk.

"……what are you doing!"

"Your ears are red." He smiled clearly in his voice.

"Who, who will allow you to kiss me!" Han Yun got up in a panic, broke into the bathroom with a sullen head, and thought sullenly, changing to his last life, the Master, like this, he will be punished by him! How dare to tease himself, he must punish him for one year!

Han Yun Mohan took a shower and was afraid to go out. He asked, "Master Fu, how are you?"

"No." His voice was so dumb, he was falling into Han Yun. He could blur and see a bulging shadow on the bed. He thought about it and pushed out the door, but went out without squinting, sitting on the sofa in the living room and asking him "If you are really hungry, ask the kitchen to make some duck hearts, chicken hearts ... fill up."

What is missing makes up for what Han Yun is more convinced of.

Fu Yuan was lacking in heart, and showed appetite to himself three or five times. Naturally, he should eat more animal heart supplements. Maybe he will not be so painful.

In this suite, there is only a wall between the bedroom and the living room, and there is no door. The smell inside is floating out. It is the first time that the Korean scent has smelled such a strong odor. I can imagine how terrible it should be.

He opened the window of the living room, leaned out a bit, and breathed in the fresh air.

"Master Fu, don't put it on the bed, I'm going to sleep." Han Yun could hardly imagine that he could still sleep under this strong flavor package.

But in fact, he did fall asleep, and slept soundly until dawn the next day.

This is the first day of Fashion Week.

When Han Yun changed clothes and makeup in Teacher Yin's suite, Teacher Yin told him something about New York Fashion Week.

"There are more than 40,000 designers throughout New York, but fewer than 300 people can show at New York Fashion Week. Here, like every fashion event with a complete system, every year is witnessing the birth of trends and witnessing Fashion trends are recurring. "

"The New York fashion circle is a place that loves fresh blood. Because of this, most overseas designers choose New York as their first stop on the international stage. This young and dynamic fashion week has attracted a lot of emerging designers."

"There are still many well-known domestic brands."

In fact, Han Yun had no idea about this. Teacher Yin said he listened.

The assistant said a brand: "At the beginning of the year, they found our teacher and hoped that our teacher would go to their brand to do design. The teacher rejected it. If our teacher wants to run a show, where do we need to go to someone else's brand work."

The stylist helped Han Yun blow his hair and his makeup was complete. Basically, he only changed his eyebrows, applied eyeliner, and added **** matte lipstick.

Han Yun stood up, he was wearing a white v-neck trench coat that looked a bit old, and the collar of the clothes inside was lower, so a white chevron skin was exposed.

Teacher Yin is very satisfied with his body shape: "The first day of the show is nothing to look at, our main battlefield is the street. For an unknown model, street shooting is a shortcut to fame."

Han Yun looked down at himself and pulled up his collar: "Is it ... a little bit exposed?"

"It's called fashion," she put together a collar for the Korean Games. "The highlight of the entire New York Fashion Week is on the third day. Both Praba Goron and Wang Daren's fashion shows will be arranged on this day. The remaining few We just go looking for photographers everywhere, let the photographer notice you and invite you to take pictures. "

She is full of confidence, because those fashionistas who spotted on the street during Fashion Week almost all borrowed clothing from brand owners. The chance of hitting shirts is too high, and those photographers don't pay much attention to these seasonal clothes.

There are only two ways that can easily attract their attention. One is pure manual advanced customization, and the other is a new product that people have just seen on the stage and have not yet been listed.

Ms. Yin's clothes are all her own designs, handmade, and there is no second item in the world. Just as she told Han Yun with confidence: "This street shot will definitely give you a place in the fashion world." The assistant next to her suddenly changed her face: "No, teacher, our car is in There was an accident on the White Rock Bridge ... "

"what!"

Assistant: "No casualties, that is, the car crashed, and we can't pick us up now ..."

"It would be good if there were no casualties. You now go down to ask the hotel if you can borrow a car." Teacher Yin frowned, but there was such an accident at this juncture, because there were several people in their group, ordinary cars were not working, so Yin The teacher booked a long luxury car in advance.

A few minutes later, the assistant ran up, and the door couldn't help closing: "The hotel doesn't have a car to borrow us ..."

Teacher Yin has a big head: "Take a taxi, and take two to the Lincoln Center!"

During Fashion Week, most of the fashion shows are held in giant tents in Lincoln Center. Some unique designers will arrange the show in other more magnificent places. But in any case, you must go to Lincoln Center first, where there are countless heavyweight stars, fashion magazine editors, various fashion bloggers, the most people, and street photographers will flock by then.

As a result, their plan died in traffic!

When Teacher Yin was a little helpless, a man appeared outside the door: "Let's go, I called the car."

Teacher Yin saw that it was the partner that Han Yun had a better body than the top supermodel. He still wore a neat three-piece suit, tall and tall, and dusty.

Because the aura is too much, people dare not look at him.

Han Yun walked over and whispered, "Are you all right?"

"much better."

They both kept their voices down, as if whispering.

Outside the hotel lobby, there is a long luxury car parked, which is higher and more spacious than the one that Mr. Yin called and ordered before, and can party in the car.

Teacher Yin finally fell back because she did not know what the relationship between the man and Han Yun was. She thanked politely: "Thank you ..."

"My surname is Fu."

On the way from the car to the Lincoln Center, Han Yun and Fu Yuan were sitting side by side with Fu Yuan's hand behind his shoulder. Han Yun was always worried that his horn would come out. So he frequently looked up at the top of his head.

Fu Yuan looked down at his v-neck trench coat: "Is it a bit too revealing?"

Han Yun felt the same way. He didn't know anything about fashion, but didn't want to seem to understand himself, so he told Fu Yuan: "This is fashion."

Today's Fashion Week, traffic jams started at a kilometer near Lincoln Center. There were "fashion people" wearing strange costumes everywhere, and people were shooting on the streets-these people blocked normal traffic.

Even walking is faster than riding a car.

As a last resort, a group of people got out of the car. Teacher Yin said to Han Yun, "The first element of street photography is to be alone. You see there, there are a group of girls who are gathering together to speak, who are they I do n’t know anyone, just talking, just waiting for the photographer to notice them. ”

"You don't need to, you can just walk alone, and those street photographers will naturally surround you."

"I want to go alone ..."

On the streets of unfamiliar countries, Han Yun had no language at all. He didn't dare to walk alone, so he looked up and looked at Fu Yuan: "Follow me, don't lose it ..."

It took more than ten minutes to walk to the Lincoln Center Square. Han Yun walked and looked back. Fu Yuan only took a few steps. Teacher Yin was a little further away. She was like a tourist and took a DSLR camera to shoot. She was very simple to dress, but her shoes were very unique, all of which she designed.

Soon, Han Yun was stopped.

Those photographers who knew each other walked in front of Han Yun and asked him something. Han Yun couldn't understand, and nodded with a smile and said, "ok, ok ..."

Not far away, Fu Yuan raised his hands at him, made a photo gesture, and told him that the photographers wanted him to take a picture.

Han Yun was standing next to the street lamp. Several white photographers kneeled on the ground to take pictures of him. These photographers pose very difficult poses, twist their necks, and lie on the ground to shoot.

Outside of the Fashion Week show, women always have more men than men. If you want to find a good women's clothing, it is easy to wear, and men's clothing is not very easy to find.

And this Oriental is obviously a clear stream.

After taking photos, several photographers also asked Han Yun a few questions: "What brand of your trench coat is it? Leather shoes? I have never seen it before."

Han Yun couldn't understand. Fortunately, Fu Yuan was right next to him, and he translated for him, telling the photographer that this is a high-level customization of a fashion designer, and also telling them the international brand name of Teacher Yin.

When the photographers saw Fu Yuan, they asked for photos. Fu Yuan shook his head and said that he did not accept street photography, and pointed back: "That is the designer of these clothes."

Several street photographers immediately surrounded Teacher Yin, asked her some questions, and wanted to invite her to take pictures.

Han Yun continued to walk to the Lincoln Center with confidence, and Teacher Yin said that he should leave her alone and let him go to a place with more photographers.

Fu Yuan originally took a few steps from him, but now he walked beside him, grabbed his hand, and held it in his palm.

Han Yun turned to look at him.

Fu Yuan lowered his head and saw his amber eyes: "So the minister will not lose you."