Chapter 2

After all, it was a person who had been an emperor, and that frosty eyebrows were extremely deterrent, but Sun Wenyan had long been misconceived by Han Yun, and the sperm got on his head and saw everything was exciting.
Han Yun swayed, "What about my clothes?"
His hair was dripping with water, and the water marks were running down the white-cheeked cheeks to the chin and collarbone, and the wine was still gone, and the corners of his eyebrows were still drunk.
Sun Wenyan grunted, drooling, eyes straight: "Dirty, I lost you the washing machine ..."
He had long wanted to lose the set of fake guis for Han Yun.
Han Yun glanced at him.
His eyes were still straight, and he was almost drooling.
Han Yun frowned, unhappy, how could this Sun Wenyan not compare with the eunuch! Not even that wink! Didn't see what I meant by "dressing"?
As soon as his expression changed, Sun Wenyan was awake for a few minutes, and he was busy, "Cloakroom, here. I'll get you pajamas!"
The original owner used to stay here with Sun Wenyan, so Sun Wenyan left a room here for him, with a few items of clothing.
With the vague memory, Han Yun stumbled down the stairs, and as soon as Sun Wenyan wanted to help him, Han Yun opened his salty pig hand and muttered in a muttering voice: "Bold dog Minions. "
Sun Wenyan didn't hear clearly: "A Yun, what did you say?"
Han Yun said, "Scolding you for a dog, a dog thing."
Sun Wenyan said a moment and didn't care about his claim. After all, he was a drunk and he was drunk and made himself emperor.
Han Yun entered the room, waiting for Sun Wenyan to open the cloakroom door for him. He was accustomed to serving, and he was always used to change clothes when he was young. At this time, he opened his arms and hung his towel loosely around his waist, waiting for people to dress him.
As soon as he saw the coveted eyes of Sun Wenyan, he committed evil in his heart, and finally waved his hands indifferently, letting Sun Wenyan get out.
When Sun Wenyan touched his eyes, his heart was very unpleasant. He turned and walked to the door: "That woman is not good. Don't be angry anymore. It's not worth buying a woman like that. You have an interview tomorrow, next week There are games, forget her. "
Han Yun has a job tomorrow, but he is a hangover tonight. He has always worked supremely, which shows how hard this incident hit him.
Sun Wenyan closed the door, leaving only Han Yun alone in the room.
Although it is a guest room, the room is not small, much better than the house the original owner rented in Beijing ... However, compared to his Weiyang Palace, it is far worse.
Dizzy Han Yun picked up his pajamas and glanced.
This nightgown was a dark blue nightgown. Han Yun frowned, found his cuffs, stretched his arms in, and put on the nightgown, but he couldn't tie the belt anyway. He was n’t born to do this kind of thing. He had n’t done it before. If he was n’t dizzy, maybe he could make a knot. belt?
"What a shit!"
He cursed, and finally he didn't even care about it, and fell to the bed top-to-bottom.
Han Yun didn't want to sleep.
It is not easy to return to people. If he fell asleep so easily, he would become a ghost again after being awakened. And he had a problem with the bed, and only used to sleep on his own dragon bed. As a result, the bed was too soft, as if softer than his dragon bed.
Physical intoxication forced him to fall into deep sleep within three seconds.
Drinking accidents.
This is Han Yun's only thought before falling asleep.
He inevitably dreamed of the glass of poisonous wine he had drank before his death. When his personal maid served a memorial, he brought a glass of wine and said, "It was sent by the National Normal University."
The glass of wine passed through the intestines with a short period of pain, but before he died, there was a bitterer pain lingering on him. He couldn't believe that the glass of poisonous wine was sent by Fu Yuan.
Until now, Han Yun still did not believe this.
He went to sleep groggyly.
This feeling made him have many strange memories.
From being alive to dying, and then becoming a living, the ups and downs in a short period of time, so that when you wake up and find that you are really alive, Han Yun, his expression gradually freezes on his face.
It's okay to be a human again, he can't ask for it, even if it's a drama ... he also recognizes it! But the bad is bad. The person with the same name as himself has a terrible life!
He lay sadly in bed, staring blankly at the white ceiling.
The original owner divorced from his parents, his parents formed a family, and both had children. When they both have a new family, the position of the original owner in the hearts of the parents gradually becomes less important. It can be said that the father does not care about the mother or the love.
Even after college, the tuition and living expenses were all earned by him as a model.
Just a month ago, the little emperor drank poisoned wine and died. After waking up, he found himself here. It took him a long time to slowly accept that he was an emperor, and turned into a ghost—and he was still a class ghost. fact.
He couldn't be too far away from the original owner, and could only follow him across the city dingy.
At that time, the original owner ’s agent, Chi Dong, notified him that the registration for the draft of "T Typhoon Cloud" had begun: "In this competition, our oss model management company also participated in a certain share. The company will send a batch of high-quality models to participate Congratulations, Han Yun, this is a good opportunity. In addition to winning 500,000 prizes, you can also be favored by investors, major fashion magazines, and editors ... "
He has similar words to each of the models under his opponent, and encourages everyone to participate.
The original owner hesitated: "But Brother Chi ... I have been in this circle for more than three years. Isn't" T Typhoon Cloud "only for newcomers?"
"What about mixing for three years?" Chi Dong lost his eyes and passed away. "Isn't it a wild model for three years? In addition to the circle, you have also been on the cover. What good job have you received in these three years? The audience knows you?"
He was serious about it: "Reality shows can make you red again, you don't understand!"
From Chi Dong's point of view, he belongs to the type that has only face and no strength, and no emotional intelligence, and also has luck.
"Then I think about it."
Then, the owner learned that his father had detected gastric cancer.
Money is needed for treatment and hospitalization, but the original owner's deposit is not much.
As a last resort, he agreed to sign up for the competition, remitted more than half of his Cary's deposit, and went crazy to pick up work and pick up shows. During this month, his father's illness seemed to have gradually stabilized, and he offered to meet his girlfriend. So yesterday, he spent all his remaining money, bought a diamond ring worth 20,000 to propose to his girlfriend, and even saw the scene that hit him badly.
He went to the frequented bar to buy drunk, and also met a few colleagues, who were chatting about this year's "T Typhoon" competition.
The female model was less than one meter seven. When the flat model was okay, the regular model was not available. At this time, I drank and said loudly: "I also entered the top 100 last year. As a result, guess what? The director asked us to Money! Packing fees! "
"I'm going, this pit? Isn't it a regular model contest?"
"Regular fart. Out of 200,000, you can enter the top 20, out of 400,000, you can enter the top 10. You also said that the competition is not free of charge, the number of places is limited to be first-come-first-served. Just missed this good opportunity! Look at the top three of last year, and now they are all supermodels! This time I have prepared 400,000, and wait for the organizer to ask me for packing costs. "
"However, I heard that this year isn't the organizer changed? The investors seem to have changed as well, so this kind of shady will not happen again?"
"Even if the organizers are changed, their routine of collecting money will change? Capitalists, but they are all unscrupulous. Where can they miss such an easy opportunity to make money?"
As soon as the original owner heard it, it was a blaze.
The game will begin next week, and now he suddenly learns this disgusting insider, and his mood is like falling in the ice cave-the only chance to turn red is also blocked.
I asked him to enter the competition with an old model who had been in the circle for three years, and finally failed to pay 400,000, not even 200,000. In the top 50, he was eliminated by a group of novices who just entered the circle.
He has the heart to retire!
Waves have not settled and waves have risen again.
At this time, the family called and the father's current wife cried and told him: "Your dad's condition has suddenly deteriorated. The doctor said that he needs surgery as soon as possible, maybe one operation is not enough ... at least, at least 500,000 must be prepared."
Moreover, when he asked Sun Wenyan to propose to borrow money, he expressed that kind of lingering meaning between words.
It is these several things that add up to make the original owner overwhelmed and unable to bear this bad fate arrangement. He chose to seek death while drunk.
Han Yun sat up from the bed with a headache, his clothes were messy, and he didn't care about it, his face was a little dazed, he didn't know the status quo, what should he do.
Or is it better to be a ghost?
He struggles, is it better to be a free ghost, or is it better to be a poor ghost?
Outside the door, the knock of "Tuk Tuk" came.
Sun Wenyan's voice sounded: "Ayun, have you got up yet? I called for a takeaway, you ... I came in ..." Then he opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, Sun Wenyan froze.
I saw his sweetheart sitting on the bed. He didn't wear a belt, his robe was open, and a large white chest was exposed, and his belly button was almost visible.
Because the model manages the figure, Han Yun has very well-balanced muscles. His laziness, with a daze of waking up, made Sun Wenyan forget what he was about to say.
Strange to say, he hasn't seen this picture yet-Han Yun is 184 in height and has a good proportion, but in the company, such figures can be found everywhere, and in the backstage of the show, he looks naked all day. `Body, but not as attractive as the current Korean Games.
This extraordinary temptation made him stay for a long time before he remembered, holding the takeaway in his hand and saying, "I'll give you some soup pot, do you eat on top or go downstairs? But you have an interview later If you do n’t want to eat soup pots, you can eat my nutritious meal. "
Sun Wenyan's nutritional meal is a recipe specially prepared by his dietitian for his workload and exercise, which can properly supplement energy and protein for him, but will not increase fat.
The take-out soup dumplings were ordered at a Chinese restaurant he frequented. They were delivered with steamer baskets, steaming and fragrant.
The hungry little emperor who had not eaten for a month suddenly smelled the aroma and suddenly turned to look at the things in Sun Wenyan's hands, his nose moved.
His eyes lit up: "Come here!"
Perhaps that's all it takes to be a poor ghost-don't starve.