Mr.CEO Looks Exactly the Same as My Son! - Chapter 35: Business Trip (1)

Xia Wenchu ​​has been straight for twenty-four years, but after his death, he entered a BL article in the entertainment industry. Fortunately, he is just a villain.
Sing and forget the words, dance and stretch.
Fans shout every day: The ball is over, Wen Chuxia let go of the captain and leave the group!
Xia Wenchu: OK.
After leaving the group, Wen Chuxia was forced to participate in a men’s team draft.
I wanted to try the salted fish lying down, but the strength didn’t allow it.
In the first episode of the show, the judge guest: “You are a professional.”
After a few rounds of competition, the professional style gradually deviated——
Hot search#Wen Chuxia and his harem#
#Inventory of Wen Chuxia’s CP group#
#wild summer#
Wen Chuxia: “…” What the hell?

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After forming a group, Lin Huai found that he had a, and a bend.
He clears obstacles on Weibo every day. Any “Xiayu CP”, “Zero Zero CP”, and “Emperor CP” are all fake!
Lin Huai shouted for himself on the trumpet, and suddenly one day he forgot to switch accounts.
-@林华: “Huaixia” is true!
Netizen: “…”
woc, cooking admits it, got it for real!
Wen Chuxia was shocked: “Are you sick?”
Lin Huai turned into an old dog: “I have love.”
[Fake straight male attack vs real deep cabinet acceptance]

*All professional content is made up.
*No prototype, don’t substitute.
*The most important thing is to have fun, don’t look for logic on me.
*Bingtang produced, it may be sweet, come and try it =3=

Content tags: A soft spot for entertainment, sweet text, through books
Search keywords: Protagonist: Wen Chuxia, Lin Huai ┃ Supporting role: Teammate ┃ Others:
One-sentence introduction: What kind of business do you want to engage in!
Purpose: Everyone must bow their heads in the face of strength, and work hard to realize their dreams.

- Description from novelbuddy

When he arrived in this world, many familiar stories had yet to begin: Sleeping Beauty had not yet been born, the magic lamp lay buried at the bottom of a treasure vault, Snow White’s father had just remarried, and the Little Mermaid was still playing in the sea with her sisters. In the heart of the desert, the Land of Oz had not yet welcomed the girl named Dorothy.Then he came—the wizard of miracles and wishes.…Many years later, even illiterate children knew his legend: If you find yourself in the darkest abyss or hold the most fervent desire, you might encounter a handsome boy cloaked in robes in a distant forest or lonely mountains.He is the omnipotent wizard, the all-knowing prophet, the sage revered by kings, and the mentor of legendary heroes. He gave Pinocchio life, granted the Little Mermaid an immortal soul, and heard the pleas of both princesses and beggars.Now, it’s your turn.

Lady Dawn expected to die.After casting her soul to the wind, taking a one-in-a-million chance to escape the wretched dungeons of Taegrin Caelum, the once-caged songbird of the Asclepius wishes nothing more than to find her Hearth and warn them of the coming danger. Instead, she’s found herself a shade, anchored to a young man who knows far too much—and with far less hope than she’d started with.Toren Daen, for his part, only wanted to make it home safely. Now he’s in a world taken straight from the page, questioning what is real and what is fiction, and scrambling to make something worthwhile. And with his foresight, there’s only one way that Toren can see to keep this new world safe: prevent the descent of the Legacy. But those in power will not make it easy: Nico Sever is in a league of power all on his own, and Arthur Leywin bears the burden of Fate a continent away. In this familiar-yet-not world of mana, monsters, and looming deities, any misstep along the roads of Alacrya and the High Sovereign’s Dominion could lead to a Fate worse than death.But what is death to a phoenix? With a burning secret in his mana core, knowledge of the future, and a maelstrom of fears and questions, Toren might just survive to be more than what Lady Dawn expected him to be. He might just survive to waylay the encroaching tide of death in the proxy war between raging asura clans.More than all of that, he might just live.

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.