Omega Boyfriend Care Guide [Female A, Male O] (ChatGPT Translated) -Paused-

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In the VIP room of the hotel, Xu Fang walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe. His hair was still dripping, but he didn't mind and focused on the phone call.

The voice of his assistant came through the phone, "Mr. Xu, we have sent someone to negotiate with Luan He's agent. They agreed to shoot in advance, and he said Luan He is currently in City A and can start shooting anytime."

"Oh?" Xu Fang wiped the water dripping down his neck and raised an eyebrow. "You said he is in City A right now?"

"Yes, Mr. Xu, his agent confirmed it personally."

Xu Fang put down his phone, his face darkened.

On the bed covered with rose petals, a young girl in a sexy lace nightgown lay there. She turned over and spoke in a sweet voice, "What's wrong, Mr. Xu? You've been showering for a long time."

Xu Fang snapped back to reality and only then noticed the girl on the bed.

"Who let you in?"

He had an extremely unpleasant expression, looking disgusted. In the past, Xu Fang would never refuse a beautiful woman who came to him, but he was just thinking about Jiang Shiheng.

The young girl seemed frightened and instinctively held the blanket to her chest. Xu Fang then realized that she seemed to be a newly signed artist in the company, in her early twenties, not very famous. The company was planning to promote her by sending her to participate in a talent show.

"You're quite bold," he sneered. Although the girl hadn't said anything, in the entertainment industry, there were countless people willing to accept unspoken rules to get ahead. She could have come on her own or someone might have encouraged her to come.

For Xu Fang, a young girl who seemed inexperienced and naive was really uninteresting. He preferred going to nightclubs to find prey, someone like Jiang Shiheng, beautiful, cold, and keeping people at a distance. That was the type he was interested in.

"Mr. Xu. . . I, I heard that you like this kind of. . ." The girl was on the verge of tears, mumbling timidly. Xu Fang wiped his hair and frowned impatiently. He was about to kick her out when he suddenly remembered something. "Wait, let me ask you something. Do you know Luan He?"

"Luan He? Yes, I. . . know him," the young girl replied honestly, not knowing what Mr. Xu was thinking again.

Upon hearing this, Xu Fang snorted, seemingly indifferent, and asked, "Between him and me, who do you think is more charming?"

"Huh?" The young girl was dumbfounded. She looked at Mr. Xu in front of her, wearing only a bathrobe. His sturdy chest was still dripping with water droplets, and the belt of the bathrobe was tightly tied, accentuating his broad shoulders and narrow waist. The bathrobe had a high slit, revealing his well-toned legs.

You are still flirtatious. The young girl can only silently criticize, but she says, "Of course, you are more charming than Luan He. . . He is too delicate, not as manly as you."

She is a fan of Luan He, even at this moment, she can't say anything too derogatory. She thought that her false pretenses would be exposed by the astute Mr. Xu, so the young girl quietly clenched the bedsheet, closed her eyes, and waited for the storm.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Xu believed her without any doubt. He laughed a few times, looked at himself in the mirror, and felt quite proud. "The young girl has good taste, I think so too. I must have been overthinking."

He must have been overthinking. Mr. Xu became more convinced that Jiang Shiheng would never give up on him, a wealthy and handsome pursuer, to choose a young idol singer like Luan He. Being in a superior position for a long time, Mr. Xu always felt superior and believed that those artists were just pawns selling smiles, toys of capital, and there was simply no comparison between them.