"Go next door? Why go next door?"

Chen Fang asked in surprise.

Qi Kexin said with a smile, "The one who misses you the most isn't me, but it's that one next door. Ever since she's been with me, she practically mentions you every day, calling you her benefactor and whatnot, bringing you up every third sentence. I'm sick of hearing it."

"Are you talking about Lanre?"

"Who else could it be?"

Qi Kexin said.

Chen Fang rolled out of bed in a hurry, quickly throwing on his clothes.

Qi Kexin grabbed hold of him and asked, "Answer me one question before you go."

"Ask."

"Between me and Lanre, who is more comfortable in that area?"

Qi Kexin asked expectantly.

Chen Fang asked with a smile, "Do you want to hear the truth?"

"Of course."

"Then it's still Lanre who's more comfortable."

"Why? How am I inferior to her? I consider myself to have a better figure, and am more beautiful than her. Plus, I'm not lacking in experience in that department either." Qi Kexin said somewhat unconvinced.

Chen Fang grabbed a handful of her ample bosom.

He explained, "Then let me tell you why. When you and I do it, it's an equal relationship, but with Lanre, she serves me as if I were the emperor. I hardly have to do a thing; it's all her. Do you understand now?"

"So all you men just want to be emperors."

Qi Kexin said with some dissatisfaction.

Chen Fang laughed heartily, saying, "A man who doesn't want to be emperor isn't a good man, just like a driver who doesn't want to be a chef isn't a good Tony."

After dropping that line,

Chen Fang knocked on the door next door.

The door was quickly yanked open.

That "battle uniform" of a maid outfit once again appeared before him.

Without Qi Kexin's enthusiasm,

as soon as Song Lanre saw Chen Fang, her eyes moistened.

It was clear that she was moved.

"Why are you crying? Shouldn't you be happy to see me?"

Chen Fang reached out to wipe away her tears.

Lanre said, "I am crying because I'm happy. Master, I've missed you to death after not seeing you for so long."

In such a moment, Chen Fang felt a pang of heartache and wrapped her in his embrace.

Lanre felt a bit better but was still shuddering.

They embraced and entered the bedroom.

Jokingly he asked, "So, do you or do you not want… that?"

"I don't want to."

Lanre shook her head.

Chen Fang was taken aback and asked, "You don't want to, but shouldn't it be like 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'? You should really want to."

"Because I know, Master, that you've just come from Kexin's place and must be tired. Lanre doesn't want anything, just for Master to rest well," she said.

Oh, so that's what it was.

Chen Fang understood then.

His finger suddenly climbed to the summit, gripping the tender ample bosom tightly, and said, "But what if I want you?"

Upon hearing this, Song Lanre broke into a smile through her tears.

Her face flushed, she whispered, "Then let me serve you, Master."

After saying that,

she sat up.

Placing herself between Chen Fang's legs,

before he could say anything,

Song Lanre bent down and took him into her mouth, sucking with soft sounds.

Chen Fang wasn't wrong.

The biggest difference between her and other women was just that. Other women want to enjoy themselves, and mostly, it's Chen Fang who does the moving.

But not with Lanre.

She was the initiator.

In her mind, as long as Chen Fang was happy, that was her true happiness.

Seeing the pillar standing tall,

Song Lanre slid down, parted her legs, and sat down on it.

Sheathed to the base.

The sensation of being snugly enclosed made Chen Fang involuntarily sigh deeply.

In the afternoon, Chen Fang had two intense rounds with Xiao Ting.

He had just finished a passionate bout with Qi Kexin.

Not even half an hour later, another battle with Song Lanre commenced.

A normal person would have surrendered long ago, but who said he was Chen Fang. In this aspect, he was invincible.

Not to mention four times in one day.

Even if it were "Seven Times a Day" what does it matter? It's an easy feat.

That shirtless battle was also the most delightful one out of the four matches that day; all the essence was swallowed by Lanre, not a drop spared. Covered in sweat, it was thoroughly satisfying.

He held her as they slept through the night.

By the time Chen Fang woke up the next day, Lanre had already set the breakfast table, just waiting for him to enjoy.

After freshening up.

Chen Fang was indeed a bit hungry.

He sat down at the dining table.

Just as he took a bite of the steamed bun, Lanre settled down on his lap.

The first round of morning service thus began.

"Lanre, stop bustling about and come eat with me,"

Chen Fang said.

Song Lanre looked at him with affectionate eyes and said, "Master, Kexin and I will be leaving soon, and I wanted to serve you well one more time."

Chen Fang pulled her up with one hand.

He said, "No worries, I won't forget about you. Come on, let's eat together."

With that persuasion.

Lanre obediently sat down to eat.

During the meal, Song Lanre reported to Chen Fang some updates about Lanfang Media.

Since the establishment of Lanfang Media.

Backed by the reputation of Qi Kexin, the company had signed several newcomers in recent months, and its scale had been gradually growing.

While there was still a huge gap compared to established talent agencies.

This progress was quite remarkable nonetheless.

Suddenly.

Chen Fang thought of something.

He opened his shirt pocket.

He took out an envelope, then pulled a bank card from the envelope and placed it in Song Lanre's hand, saying, "There's some extra money here, use it for the company's needs."

"Master, Kexin just landed an endorsement with Mieno, our company's cash flow is sufficient."

Chen Fang said, "The money isn't clean. Take it and use it for whatever—invest in movies or records, as long as it makes a difference."

"How much is in here?"

"I'm not sure, probably several hundred thousand I suppose,"

Chen Fang said.

Song Lanre nodded and said, "Alright, I got it."

At around nine thirty in the morning.

Chen Fang saw off Song Lanre and Qi Kexin; they both had to rush to their next appointment.

As the car just left the hotel's parking lot.

A Mercedes drove in.

Zhong Xiqian opened the door, saw Chen Fang, and hurried over, asking: "Where's Qi Kexin?"

"She left."

"Left? You didn't say..."

Just about to interrogate.

Chen Fang raised his hand and offered a paper bag to her.

"What's this?" Zhong Xiqian asked.

Chen Fang smiled and said, "Inside are her autographed CD and photos, as well as her contact info. Next time, you might even invite her shopping. I've talked with her about it."

"Really?"

Zhong Xiqian asked excitedly.

Chen Fang gave her a look and asked, "When have I ever lied to you?"

Zhong Xiqian opened the bag, checked the contents one by one, and then started jumping around like a little girl.

She couldn't hold back,

wrapped her arms around Chen Fang's neck, and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Cheering jubilantly, she said, "Chen Fang, I absolutely adore you."

After the act, realizing she might have been too forthright, her face turned red, and she stammered, "Don't get me wrong, okay? I mean I adore the autograph you got me, not you as a person."

"I know, my job here is done, it's time for me to head back,"

Chen Fang said. Hearing this,

although her expression didn't change, Zhong Xiqian felt a touch of melancholy for some reason.

"Oh, do you need someone to give you a ride?"

Zhong Xiqian asked.

Chen Fang waved his hand, saying, "No need for a ride, let's settle our account, shall we?"

"What account?"

"We agreed, remember? A hundred bucks a minute. I'm easy to talk to. Just calculate two hours for me, twelve thousand is fine."

Upon hearing this,

Zhong Xiqian pouted and asked, "Are you really that money-grubbing?"

"Of course, 'A man dies for money; birds die for food.' Why else would I accompany you if not for the money? You think it's because I like you?"

Chen Fang asked.

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