Usually Fu Yuan didn't show it in his robes, but he was tall and straight. When he put on a tailored suit, he looked particularly strong and sexy, plus his long hair was tied up, and there were two nowhere on his head Hidden Horns. He was born with a cold face, and when he faced himself, he would let go of his restraint and become broadened.

Han Yun froze, lying down, is the suit so handsome? Then he wants to buy one too!

He couldn't help looking at it twice, and Fu Yuan was right up against him, and Han Yun slightly turned his head and pulled the curtain back up again, asking him: "You wore this out today? You still have There are horns. "

Fu Yuan explained, "I can take it back."

"Can you close it?" Han Yun tilted his head again and looked at him. "Why are the angles still there? I'll take a look."

Fu Yuan was strangely silent, and Han Yun urged him: "Hurry up!"

He also wants to take Fu Yuan out to play.

Fu Yuan answered briefly: "It's not stable."

"Oh," Han Yun understood, and nodded, "It's better than not seeing people before." At least the hat blown off can hide the horns instantly.

"Your Majesty wants to go out to play?" Fu Yuan stood outside the shower curtain, only to see Han Yun's wet curls and rounded shoulders. "Chen can go out with His Majesty."

"You are unstable, to what extent is it unstable? Can one day be half human?"

Fu Yuan thought about it and said in a way that Han Yun could understand: "Let's maintain it for 12 hours a week."

Han Yun nodded: "Every day, take a day off, there will be an hour."

Fu Yuan smiled: "If your Majesty wants to play, the minister can stay with you all day."

Han Yun said, "I have a job in two days. When the work is over, shall we go to the playground? I want to play."

"Is it good for the minister to stay with me?"

"I have a day at work. If you go with me, it won't be ten hours!" He thought about the playground. He hadn't been to such a big place and wanted to go.

Fu Yuan answered, "Let's drive you over."

Han Yun said yes, through the shower curtain, he could vaguely see his tall outline, as if he had no sign of leaving, wondering, "Master Fu, are you still fine?"

"... Are you supposed to go out?"

"His Majesty is bathing."

"I've finished washing and don't need to." Soaking for too long, my fingers wrinkled.

After Han Yun had finished speaking, the shower curtain was pulled open. Han Yun didn't know if he should cover it for a while, and he could only glance up at him.

Fu Yuan stooped, dragging Han Yun up with his hands and hugging him in his arms, the black suit on his body was immediately wet.

"Master Fu!"

Fu Yuan didn't answer. He had long legs, walked quickly, and stepped out of the bathroom. Han Yun felt like a large baby and was taken to the bed by him.

Han Yun was in poor health in his lifetime. He was held so many times when he was young. His father and mother-in-law are no longer alive, and his elder brothers all want the throne. If the state teacher had been protecting him, he would have been killed.

It can be said that Fu Yuan is the person he most trusts. So it ’s okay to hug each other. It ’s just that Han Yun thinks he ’s too old now, he ’s eighteen years old. How can he hold him like this?

It's strange.

"Fashion Poetry" magazine is the country's largest fashion magazine by sales. The magazine's studio is naturally not small. Han Yun was wearing a suit that day. Can't stop turning one and put it on.

Han Yun's car drove outside the studio, and staff noticed him.

Anyone who has seen the show knows that he drives more than one luxury car. The staff took him into the building and took the elevator to the 20th floor.

Han Yun usually wore a literary and elegant way, and Leng Buding wore a formal dress. He was handsome at a new height. He always had lazy eyebrows and dyed some handsome eyebrows. The editors of several departments of the magazine saw him at first glance. It was better than watching on TV. His looks were picturesque. Even if he wears a suit, he also has a handsome taste, like a painting. people.

Han Yun had no assistants or agents around him. Several editors and associate editors knew that he had canceled the contract with the model company. He is now free. Originally because of the cancellation of Han Yun, this shooting should also be rumored. As a result, they always seem to look at this little model, and they just contacted him and insisted to ask him to shoot.

When I saw a real person at this moment, I realized why President Ruan had to insist.

Han Yun knows the process, the photographer has not yet arrived, and the studio is still using props. An editor of the clothing department asked him to follow him and looked at him with curiosity: "Dear, have you taken the cover before?"

Han Yun was a little uncomfortable when she called it that way, but he just heard that the editor catches everyone dear, this seems to be a kind name that looks kind and has no other meaning.

"It was taken, but it was many years ago."

Han Yun glanced at the work tag hanging on her neck and edited the surname Zhou.

Editor Zhou took him to the next floor. From the outside, the building was very tall and very large, but in fact, their magazine agency did n’t have as many employees, so it occupied the space on the second floor of the entire office building. .

But these two floors have gathered countless trendy men and women. Working in such an environment, everyone is full of big names, unsmiling, and very efficient. Everyone moves quickly, regardless of men and women. There are perfumes on the body. These perfumes are all different, and they are not the scent often smelled on the street, and they are mixed with each other.

Editor Zhou, like a guide, introduced him to the various departments of the magazine, probably just to talk to him: "Dear, here is the tea room, there are snacks, here is ..."

There was a small assistant behind the two, and the assistant's job seemed to just open the door for the two.

Editor Zhou took Han Yun into his clothing department, and then, in front of him, opened a door—a bright sample room under bright lights. The resources of the entire magazine are here. Already.

The office building was originally designed to be high. Some items are placed on the top. There is a narrow staircase to climb up and take off your clothes. The bright lights above illuminate the ocean of this Chinese clothing, making these delicate clothes more expensive.

Editor Zhou pointed to a row of long hangers and said, "Dear, this is the new costume, which is specially prepared for your shooting this time."

After speaking, she looked to Han Yun, but she didn't see any surprise or other emotions on Han Yun's face-even if the big star came, she would be fascinated by seeing their big exhibition room of.

But Han Yun didn't.

Before the monthly cover shooting, clothing editors need to publicize with major brands to borrow clothing and accessories for shooting so that they have more choices on the day of shooting.

Editor Zhou said: "George Armani, Mark Jacobs are prepared for you this time ..." She said a few brands and then asked Han Yun: "Dear, which one do you like here? I think This is good, "she reached out and took one out, looking at Han Yun." What do you think? "

The September issue is autumn, so the borrowed clothes include leather jackets, trench coats, knitted turtleneck sweaters, and other autumn trendy items. These are all sample clothes, and no one can see them on the street.

Han Yun's own taste is also a mystery. If he doesn't know which of these clothes is better, he nods casually: "It can be."

"Okay, my dear, then this one, right?" She pumped out a few items sharply and compared them on Han Yun. "Every one try?"

She took a sip, dear, and Han Yun was a little brainwashed.

Behind the dressing room, there is another door. Inside is a seemingly high-level dressing room. In fact, the entire magazine is decorated in a simple way, but the people in it are shining. The most luxurious place in the entire magazine. It must be here except the editor's office.

Editor Zhou's assistant helped him hang a pair of matching clothes in the dressing room and let him go in and change them.

He changed it and went out, and Zhou's assistant was very skilled at taking pictures with his mobile phone, and asked him to change another set.

Several sets of toss down, and finally decided to wear.

Editor Zhou told him: "Be careful with your clothes. They can't be soiled or damaged. They are all sample clothes."

"Poem" magazine is aimed at a large number of female groups. After so many hours of hard work, they have concluded a set of experiences. The cover is the biggest driver of the month's sales, so they often invite some stars to take pictures of themselves. Not only If you want a star, you have to ask for fresh meat.

However, these fresh meats are expensive to enter, so it is impossible to invite them every month.

Han Yun changed his clothes, and editor Zhou brought him back to the studio. The photographer has arrived, and the scene props have been set up. The yellow background cloth is a broad-leaved plant and a red maple easel with an artboard. There is a palette on the ground. Someone kneels on the floor and applies paint to the palette.

Editor Zhou sent him to the dressing room. When Han Yun sat down to make a hairstyle, Editor Zhou carefully told the makeup artist what kind of makeup he wanted, and even used a variety of lipstick and lip glaze on the dresser to adjust the back of his hand. Color: "I want this pumpkin color, maple leaf color, but can't be a mother, so a lot of neutralize the **** color, the overall makeup is this color."

The little assistant next hung the suit worn by Han Yun on a hanger on the side. After the shooting, Han Yun could directly put on and leave.

With his hair taken care of, he sat down and started applying makeup. The makeup artist is a neatly dressed woman. She lowered her head and stared at Han Yun's face for a few seconds under the light. "The skin is really good, and my face is full of collagen."

Han Yun has heard such words many times and smiled: "My eyes are sensitive and I cry when I apply eyeliner."

"Relax, I'm good at it, I'll be careful not to hurt you."

Han Yun closed his eyes, and the makeup artist quickly applied the paint on his face. It was not a grand makeup, and it took a while to finish.

At this time, it was almost noon, but no one proposed to rest and have lunch.

Han Yun is a little hungry.

The photographer was specially commissioned by the magazine, and Han Yun didn't know it, but it seems to be a famous photographer in the circle. Considering that Han Yun did not have lunch, he also told him: "If the shooting is successful, we can end at two o'clock. Then let your assistant buy some lunch and bring it with you, or order a takeaway with our staff. "

The cover shot of the magazine did not need to be so unique. Han Yun wore a beige turtleneck sweater, and Zhou's editor had a bad eye. At a glance, he knew what style he was wearing, so the clothes he chose were all temperament. That one hangs.

The shades are very autumn and winter.

The photographer originally expected to take at least two hours. According to his working experience, two hours is the most basic. I did not expect that the model of this little-known model has an extraordinary lens, and even the waste film is well shot! It was almost half an hour, and I changed my clothes once more!

At the end of the shooting at one o'clock, the photographer also lamented: "It's easy to work with you, just take a cover is the cover." Usually shooting a star artist is pretentious, and he can't match the channel with himself, let him go left, star To the right, some big-name points will play big cards at the scene.

The photographer handed him a business card and exchanged WeChat with each other: "I have been a special photographer for many fashion magazines in Beijing and I have taken many models. This is the fastest one I have ever taken, and I have a good cooperation."

"Happy cooperation." Han Yun thought he was hungry and rushed to eat. Whoever took a picture with you at 2 o'clock was afraid he was going to stun him!

There was originally an interview session, but Han Yun was not a big star. This session was canceled. Han Yun entered the dressing room and changed his clothes without taking off his makeup. When changing clothes inside, Han Yun heard some turbulence outside, as if Who came here.

Could it be that the one who didn't show up all day was Editor-in-Chief Ruan?

Han Yun changed his suit. His suit was not pure black, but a navy blue, with a gray-green shirt inside, while the tie was a little redder than gray-green, just like the pale brown withered maple leaves.

He wouldn't tie a tie, and tossed a few times before giving up.

What a broken tie!

Han Yun directly opened the dressing rooms and went out. The door of the dressing room also opened, and the assistant of Editor Zhou blushed and said, "Mr. Han, you are looking for someone to bring you lunch ..."

"Eh? I don't order takeaway." He was still holding his tie, not knowing where to put it. The assistant gave way a little space, and a tall figure in a black suit appeared behind the dressing room door.

As soon as the black, tall, tall man came in, the entire bright dressing room was instantly darkened by a few degrees, and all colors became dull.

Han Yun walked through the gap in the door and saw that many people outside stopped working and looked here. Each of them was whispering. When these voices came together, they became a bit louder. They were talking about which supermodel. The field was horrible, handsome was a bit foul, this leg is too long!

Fu Yuan said, "I'm afraid you're hungry. The rice I brought for you is finished?" He put the lunch box down, walked in naturally, took the tie from Han Yun's hand, and gently bowed his head to tie it for him.