Spoiled - Chapter 99

Han Yun thought about it carefully and did not remember when he was tailored at the time, did he tell Benjamin that he was not wearing his wedding dress.

In the middle Benjamin sent him pictures several times, but at that time the clothes began to be embroidered. Han Yun didn’t see anything. I also felt that the phoenix pattern on the top was beautifully embroidered, and the clothes design was more novel than traditional. Fu Yuan wore The big red must look great.

In fact, both the wedding dress and the groom’s suit are designed by robes, but Feng Guanxia is more gorgeous. Perhaps Benjamin took into account that the custom customer was two men, and the traditional feminine design was removed, but as long as Han Yun thought that this was customized according to his size, he felt a pain in his heart. Is it necessary to marry a daughter-in-law? Wear your own wedding dress?

Not married!

Benjamin saw that he didn’t reply for a long time and sent a question mark.

Han Yun continued to be silent. He knew that it was not his fault. He couldn’t get angry. He paused for a while and said, “This is all right now. I will go to the Balmain factory after the fashion week.”

Benjamin: “It’s almost finished, do you like it?”

Han Yun’s eyes were dark: “… like.”

In fact, his body is not much worse than Fu Yuan, but it is not so strong and not so high, and the gap is not particularly large, he can wear a groom’s suit-but at that time he had just lost weight, and did not know Can Fu Yuan survive this wedding dress?

Han Yun had no time to think about this, because he still has work tomorrow. After telling Benjamin that he was going to sleep, he turned off his cell phone.

Fu Yuan came out of the bath and saw Han Yun sitting cross-legged, holding his chin with one hand, his face full of gloom and uneasiness, and holding his own hair.

When he walked by, Han Yun’s face was a little bit more grieved.

A breeze blew across Han Yun’s cheek, and Fu Yuan came to him.

A dry, warm hand covered Han Yun’s forehead. After staying for a while, Fu Yuan lowered his head and approached him. The tip of his nose was against his nose, and his eyes as deep as the cold pond stared at him: “Why is Xiaoji unhappy Anymore? “

Han Yun’s eyes darkened, and his nose sniffed the breath of Fu Yuan. He narrowed his eyes, “What do you say?”

Han Yun felt that this matter was too embarrassing. How could he have been waiting for a long-awaited, long-planned wedding, different from what he thought?

Fu Yuan can easily detect people’s hearts. In addition, Han Yun is connected with him by blood, what Han Yun thinks, as long as he perceives it, he rarely does so.

But when he wasn’t sure what he was thinking, it didn’t hurt to take a peek. So Fu Yuan held his cheek, and put his forehead on his forehead, as if sensing his temperature.

Han Yun didn’t know what he was doing, thought he was comforting himself, and hugged him in a grievance. If he couldn’t say anything, he whispered, “Ai Qing.”

Fu Yuan said: “I am here.”

In a matter of seconds, Fu Yuan learned the cause and effect, and he couldn’t think of any reason for this. Fu Yuan felt that it was okay for him to wear a wedding dress and be a bride once. He had lived so long, and there were few things that could cause his inner waves, but Han Yun was too young, and there would always be young people like this.

Fu Yuan rubbed it over his head and said quietly, “It’s not early, go to bed.”

So Han Yun held him tighter. There was a feeling of pulling him into his own body. Han Yun’s hands touched him, feeling the smoothness of his muscles in his heart, without any trace of fat. It’s sturdy everywhere. Han Yun felt irritable and looked up again, “… Master Fu, would you like to consider losing weight?”

Fu Yuan’s eyes narrowed, and he didn’t know what he was thinking.

Nothing more than waiting for myself to be thinner and put on a wedding dress. But his skeleton is placed here, no fat can be reduced, and it is impossible and not necessary to lose weight.

Fu Yuan pressed him to the bed and lowered his voice: “Xiao Jiu thought I was too heavy?”

Han Yun’s guilty conscience: “It’s too hard, it’s not soft to hold, it doesn’t sleep well.”

Fu Yuan laughed a little, and the low-smelling voice blew into Han Yun’s ears dumbly: “Well, I’ll lose weight.”

Han Yun’s earlobe was reddish, and he paused and said, “I’m just talking, don’t reduce …” After he said it, he held Fu Yuan and kissed him, sighing: “How can you spoil you like this …”

Fu Yuan unknowingly, bowed his head and kissed him for a long time.

After a week of Paris Fashion Week ended, Han Yun immediately rushed to London, dreaming that he was like a superman, and he would not be exhausted in the slightest. He was extremely confused and admired him at the same time.

Perhaps, Han Yun is going to become the male model with the most shows this year, and the brands he has taken on can be said to be the first-line big names of any one.

On the fourth day of London Fashion Week, a Korean car was parked at a fork in Manet Street in London. In the foggy city in September, he put on a beige beige trench coat, and a white high-necked thin sweater was exposed inside. Fu Yuan, holding a black umbrella for him, strode to the location of No. 1 Craftsman’s House in the drizzle.

This year’s Burberry Spring and Summer Fashion Week venue was held in akershoe.

In the afternoon, some street photographers and media stayed outside the craftsman’s house. They carefully captured the pedestrians’ dresses and recorded them with a video camera. I will wander around Manette Street on such an important day as today. Generally, it is also a street shooter or a fashion blogger and a trendy person.

Han Yun just got out of the car and was naturally noticed by many street photographers. He was wearing sunglasses and wearing a mid-length windbreaker could not cover his long legs. Because Burberry is a British brand, and this brand style It has always cited British history, culture and craftsmanship allusions, which can be said to highlight the charm of British dress.

Therefore, the long hair a few days before the Han Yun, and resumed the shoulder-length micro-curly hair, a glance, really like an English aristocratic gentleman, a closer look, only to find that he is not actually a Westerner.

A group of videographers crowded over and invited him to take a picture.

At the same time someone recognized him and exclaimed: “kg?”

Oriental faces are quite recognizable here, not to mention that Han Yun has frequently appeared on the fashion webpages of various countries in recent days. It can be said that he is indeed popular.

At least abroad, no one knows him when he goes out like he used to, and now he will be recognized.

Han Yun slowed down politely, letting people snap shots, and then passed through an arched promenade with a large number of plaster statues on both sides. Behind the promenade was a beautiful English style with greenery. garden.

When I walked in, I smelled a coffee aroma. It turned out that a temporary coffee shop was being opened in the courtyard. A long and generous table with flowers and snacks on it was naturally prepared for the show visitors. No Models will touch this kind of things. The models did not drip a day or even two days before the catwalk.

Han Yun also did not eat. He was allergic to the flowers, and walked away from afar, holding Fu Yuan’s arm and entering the room.

The backstage is at the innermost. The akershoe is two stories high. It is not large. The catwalk route of the show had been rehearsed before the Korean Games. The narrow corridor of chairs went to the English-style escalator on the second floor, walked a circle in the complex route designed on the first floor, and returned to the second floor. The entire route was over two hundred meters long!

This is not the longest show line in history, but it is also many times longer than other catwalks.

The venue is not large, so the backstage is not large, full of models, makeup artists, stylist … not to mention the model itself also brought an assistant.

Therefore, as soon as he entered, Fu Yuan, a member of Han Yun’s entourage, was taken as his person, and the staff was invited to rest in a cafe set up behind the venue.

After Han Yun changed clothes, makeup, and rehearsal in the background, he was hungry and didn’t run out. He just texted him with his mobile phone and asked him where he was sitting.

At this point, the audience has already entered the venue, some people like to be late, and some people like to arrive an hour or two in advance, it seems to attach great importance to this show.

Fu Yuan was now sitting in the auditorium, and he responded to Han Yun: “I’m in the first row next to the orchestra.”

This is a good location.

The music of this show is an exclusive track written by a well-known British composer specially for this fashion show. A well-known pianist took part of the London Symphony Orchestra to form a small orchestra of more than ten people. Performing live, this is also one of the gimmicks of this show.

At 6:30 in the afternoon, the audience was almost fully in, and the big show dragged on for more than ten minutes, which started in the limelight.

Models have put on checkered baseball caps. This season’s clothing is a free and diverse, inclusive mosaic feast, but also a wonderful collision of colorful colors and traditional skills.

Han Yun wore a sky blue faux fur jacket with a very high color saturation. The jacket was tied around his waist, and he could see his collarbone and a little V-shaped chest. Inside this dress, he basically did not wear anything. These designs The teacher seemed to like to expose a section of smooth legs. Han Yun wore a few pieces during the trial installation, and the designer finalized this coat with both toughness and softness.

The brim pressed against his slightly curly hair, exposing a delicate lower half of his face.

In the pace of the models, brand-new fashions dazzled past the audience.

He is not the most important model in this show, but among more than 50 models, he must be the one who can make an impression afterwards.

After the big show, there was another party. Han Yun did not drink so he would not attend the party. He packed up and got the hat he wore when he walked the show.

Sometimes the brand will send some models for clothing or trinkets.

Han Yun, wearing an English-style hat, met Fu Yuan in the garden and walked out through the arched promenade. There was still a small rain on the streets, and the dense fog covered by the night, the lights of the cars and streets shone. White water vapor rising from the road.

Han Yun hid under an umbrella and walked with Fu Yuan’s shoulders against his shoulders. When crossing the road, Fu Yuan stretched out his arms and embraced his back. This is a big deal in this country, and no one will even stare. Just look.

Han Yun posted on him for warmth, and suddenly a girl holding a large bouquet of roses appeared on the street.

When he saw so many flowers, he frowned subconsciously and he was about to hide away. As a result, the girl noticed him quickly, rushed towards him without squinting, and raised his head childishly: “Brother, buy a bunch of flowers Right. “

Han Yun was afraid of getting allergic to flowers. Her head was twisted away. The little girl braved the rain. When she raised her head, there were still drops of water flowing down her brown hair. Her bright gray eyes stared pitifully at Han Yun: “Buy a bunch and give it to your sweetheart.”

Han Yun paused, then touched his pocket, didn’t touch it, and finally walked around and touched Fu Yuan’s clothes pocket, and found out a big euro bill. He squeezed his nose and said, “Do you accept the euro?”

“Yes!” The girl’s eyes lit up. He took the banknote and was preparing to hand him the whole bunch, and said in his mouth, “No change is for you, it will be sold to you.”

It’s not the first time that Han Yun has seen this kind of routine. He quickly waved his hands, and still pinched his nose and said, “Don’t be so much. It’s too fragrant.

“But … I don’t have any change …” The girl ducked her eyes and put a hand in her pocket with change in it.

After a few arguments between the two parties, the rain was getting heavier, the rain crackled on the umbrella, and the girl was wet.

Han Yun bent over subconsciously, covered the child with his black umbrella, and repeatedly emphasized that he only reached a consensus after only one rose. He held a rose and gave his umbrella to the little girl.

Han Yun did this because he saw that his car had arrived, only a few steps away and very close.

After handing the umbrella to the other party, he quickly pulled Fu Yuan away, and at the same time took off his hat from his backhand, and buckled Fu Yuan’s head.

Fu Yuan was too late to say anything. Han Yun had pulled the door and got in.

Fu Yuan stooped to follow the car, closing the door and the moisture outside.

Han Yun sat with his nose in the back, and the car slowly started. He looked at Fu Yuan’s eyes sideways, pulled over his palm, put the rose he bought in his palm, his head twisted away, and he was far away-it can be seen that he really didn’t like flowers.

But who is called Rose Flower Language is so romantic, Han Yun thought that if he didn’t like it anymore, he could do a romantic thing for the people he likes.