AWB Chapter 378 Hey, Old Ye! So you like Western food!
Chapter 378 Hey, Old Ye! So you like Western food!
"Old Ye, you choose first!" Fang Yu said with a smile, patting Ye Fan on the shoulder.
Then, as if remembering something, she lowered her voice and added, "Don't worry, the girls here are completely different from those 'display items' outside. They've all undergone long-term, rigorous training, from etiquette to... safety, they're absolutely reliable. They're incomparable to any fake socialites."
He gestured with his chin toward the exotic women: "As for those from abroad, they're all 'original imports,' with impeccable backgrounds and strict rules. If they dared to fool us, this 'Heaven on Earth' wouldn't need to stay in business."
His words revealed his absolute trust in the rules here.
Ye Fan nodded knowingly.
In such a notorious place of extravagance, service quality and security are fundamental to survival.
Fang Yu waved his hand generously: "Look around as you like! Today is a welcome party for you, take whatever you like! Two for each of you is the standard, if you want three or four, I have no objection! If you don't like any of these, we can always change them!"
His words revealed the arrogance of a top-tier second-generation heir.
Ye Fan stopped being coy.
Once you're here, excessive affectation will only make you seem hypocritical.
His gaze swept calmly over the beautiful women before him, as if he were admiring a meticulously arranged painting.
His gaze swept quickly over the diverse Asian faces (Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Southeast Asian) and finally settled on the two most conspicuous figures in the middle of the line.
One is a typical Eastern European beauty, with cascading blonde hair, snow-white skin, and deep blue eyes like a lake.
The other is a Latin American beauty with long, slightly wavy, dark brown hair, healthy, tanned skin that glows, a voluptuous and toned figure, and a wild, energetic presence.
The two are of similar height, both close to 1.78 meters, and with high heels, they would probably be slightly taller than Ye Fan.
They were well-proportioned, and their young faces carried a unique exotic charm and anticipation; they looked to be no more than twenty years old.
A sense of curiosity quietly rose in Ye Fan's heart.
Although I've seen plenty of Western food in my past life, this is the first time I've ever been so close to it.
When Ye Fan's finger pointed clearly and steadily at the two exotic beauties, their eyes instantly lit up with surprise.
They knew that the young man who could sit in the main seat and be treated with such courtesy by Fang Yu must be of extraordinary and noble status.
The two of them immediately strode gracefully and quickly past the crowd to Ye Fan's side.
Fang Yu and Wang Congcong smiled knowingly and moved aside.
Two women sat down on either side of Ye Fan, their movements gentle yet undeniably intimate.
The Latina beauty on the left naturally took Ye Fan's left arm, her voluptuous softness gently pressing against him.
The Eastern European beauty on the right leans against his right arm, exuding a cool fragrance.
"Young master, I am Valentina, from the kingdom of football." The beauty on the left introduced herself in fluent Chinese with a Latin accent, her smile as warm as fire.
"I am Irina, from Little U." The blonde beauty on the right said in slightly hesitant but clear Chinese, her blue eyes boldly looking directly at Ye Fan with the straightforwardness unique to Eastern Europe.
Ye Fan nodded slightly in response: "Ye Fan."
Fang Yu, watching from the side, couldn't help but laugh and joked, "Hey, Lao Ye! If I'd known you liked this 'Western food,' I should have had them bring in a batch of 'Black Pearls' (referring to African-American beauties) as well! That would have been a different kind of flavor, much more exciting!"
Ye Fan glared at him irritably: "Get lost!"
The scene Fang Yu described automatically flashed into her mind, and she couldn't help but feel a chill.
He had absolutely no interest in that kind of "extreme" exoticism.
Fang Yu laughed and stopped teasing him. He then quickly selected two elegant Chinese women.
Wang Congcong appeared casual yet sophisticated. With a quick glance, she pointed to two beauties with completely different temperaments—one a cool and elegant European girl, and the other a sweet and down-to-earth girl.
Qin Kun also smiled and chose his female companion.
When it was Qin Fei, Wang Zhui, and Lin Feng's turn, they seemed a little flustered and nervous. Under the smiling gazes of the beauties, they were somewhat at a loss. In the end, they each chose one who was relatively gentle and reserved.
As all the women took their seats, the originally quiet and elegant "Yanyu Pavilion" was instantly filled with the rich scent of perfume, soft laughter, and whispered conversations.
The sound of the pipa continued to flow, but it seemed to be pushed into the background by the sudden surge of vibrant color and fragrance.
The serene and tranquil atmosphere of the mountains and rivers was completely replaced by the vibrant and enchanting scenery before us, and the temperature inside the private room seemed to rise slightly.
Ye Fan held a glass, the amber-colored aged wine inside emitting a mellow aroma.
He leaned back comfortably against the soft brocade backrest, his left arm held by the passionate Valentina, while his right arm nestled against the aloof Irina.
He chatted with Valentina about football, from Pelé's glory to Ronaldo's legendary alien status, and then to Neymar's samba moves.
Valentina's emerald eyes sparkled with surprise and excitement. She hadn't expected Ye Fan to know so much about her homeland's culture, even recounting obscure anecdotes about football stars.
"Ye, you're practically a Brazilian expert!" Valentina exclaimed, unconsciously moving even closer.
Ye Fan smiled and took a sip of his drink: "I enjoy watching football, and I especially admire the creativity of your Samba football."
He paused, then deliberately asked, "And you? Who's your favorite athlete?"
A blush suddenly rose on Valentina's face, and with a hint of embarrassment, she whispered, "Actually... I like Messi the most."
"Hahaha!" Ye Fan couldn't help but laugh out loud; the answer was unexpectedly adorable.
Irina, on the other side, joined the conversation, talking about the history of Kievan Rus', Cossack culture, and the vast black soil of Er Mao's homeland.
Ye Fan also displayed an astonishing amount of knowledge, which filled Irina's icy blue eyes with surprise and curiosity.
The three of them enjoyed their wine and chatted in a relaxed atmosphere.
Ye Fan casually turned his head and glanced at Wang Congcong not far away.
Upon seeing this, he almost spat out the wine in his mouth.
Two carefully selected beauties sat on either side of Wang Congcong, one aloof and the other sweet.
However, this "national husband" who should have been thriving is now like a teenager addicted to the virtual world!
He completely ignored the vibrant presence around him, his head down, his brows furrowing and relaxing as he intently stared at his phone screen, his fingers rapidly tapping across it.
Ye Fan has excellent eyesight, and with the right angle, he clearly saw Wang Congcong's phone screen.
The screen is full of green bubbles!
All of these were WeChat messages sent unilaterally by Wang Congcong!
The chat window on the other end was completely silent, with no white bubbles replying.