novelraw Chapter 88 When are you going to pay your remaining 2?
Chapter 88 When are you going to pay your remaining 2?
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Zhao Lulu's shapely hips and long legs were encased in a beige suit fabric, the skirt clinging to her skin and outlining her perfect curves.
She reached out and pulled out the hem of the black silk camisole that was originally tucked into her waistband, letting it hang loosely at her waist, revealing her flat stomach and sexy navel.
Finally, she lifted one leg, slowly took off her high heels, and took out a brand new pair of black stockings from her bag.
Her toes slipped inside the stockings, and she pulled them up little by little.
Black stockings slid up her fair calves, knees, and thighs, inch by inch, eventually covering her entire leg, gleaming alluringly under the light.
She put on her shoes, straightened up, and looked at herself in the glass.
perfect!
A sharp suit jacket, a sexy black camisole, a bodycon suit skirt, beautiful legs encased in black stockings, and five-centimeter stiletto heels.
She has both presence and charm.
Zhao Lulu nodded in satisfaction. Faint music could be heard coming from the basement, where Chen Bo was still adjusting the equipment.
She walked towards the basement in her high heels, making a "tap tap tap" sound.
The moment she pushed open the door, she adjusted her expression. It was no longer her usual carefree smile, but a look that was both languid and provocative.
The door opened.
Chen Bo sat in front of the mixing console, organizing the audio tracks he had just recorded.
Hearing the door open, he didn't even turn around: "Did you leave something behind?"
"Hmm." Zhao Lulu's voice came from behind, "I've lost a very important treasure."
Chen Bo sensed something was off about the tone and turned his head.
Then his eyes widened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Zhao Lulu leaned against the door frame.
Her suit jacket was open, revealing the alluring curves outlined by a black silk camisole underneath.
Lower body...etc.
Weren't those long pants just now?
What the heck is this thigh-hugging, shockingly short bodycon skirt?
And those black stockings—
Black stockings!!!
Chen Bo's gaze involuntarily drifted downwards.
Those legs, encased in black stockings, were long, straight, and well-proportioned, gleaming alluringly under the warm yellow lights of the recording studio.
The stockings were so thin that you could vaguely see the fair skin underneath, and so thin that you could see the subtle wrinkles when her knees were slightly bent.
The skirt was so short that even though she was just standing there casually, Chen Bo felt like he was about to see something he shouldn't be seeing.
He struggled to move his gaze upwards, to her face.
Zhao Lulu was looking at him, a smug smile on her lips.
"Is it pretty?" she asked.
Chen Bo remained silent for three seconds.
"What are you doing...?"
"Changing clothes," Zhao Lulu said matter-of-factly, walking in with a cat-like gait. "That was work mode just now, now it's... personal mode."
She walked up to Chen Bo, gently braced herself on the armrest of his chair, and leaned down.
This pose made her neckline lower and her skirt shorter, with her thighs, encased in black stockings, almost touching Chen Bo's knees.
"Teacher Chen," her voice was soft and alluring, "you said that if it were me that night, it wouldn't be impossible for me to agree."
Chen Bo smelled the complex scent of perfume and feminine fragrance emanating from her, and felt her breath so close to his.
"I told you, it was a joke," he said.
"I'll take it seriously then." Zhao Lulu blinked. "What should I do?"
Chen Bo looked at her.
This woman is acting strange today.
Something's definitely not right.
Although he usually loves to play, make a fuss, and watch plays, he would never take the initiative like this.
Today is—
"Did Zhou Lingyan provoke you?" he asked.
Zhao Lulu's expression froze for a moment.
"Is it Xu Yueqing?" he asked again, "Or Bei Weiwei?"
Zhao Lulu bit her lip.
"Yes, they all did." She admitted, "They're all sleeping together, kissing, and posting photos, and what about me? I just posted a selfie, and Zhou Lingyan cursed at me hundreds of times. Why?"
Chen Bo: "..."
What happened?
"Mr. Zhao," Chen Bo, a gentleman and a kind-hearted man, reminded him, "do you know what you're doing?"
"I know," Zhao Lulu said matter-of-factly, "I'm the one who's been sexually harassed by you."
Chen Bo had a cold smile on his lips.
"You're trying to take advantage of me?"
"Yeah, right." Zhao Lulu reached out and gently traced her fingertips across his cheek. "You wrote the song, arranged the music, produced it—you provided such excellent service. As your boss, shouldn't I show my appreciation?"
Chen Bo righteously grabbed her groping hand: "What you're doing... is a bit much."
"Not really." Zhao Lulu leaned closer to him, her lips almost touching his ear. "Chen Bo, actually... I quite like you too."
She said it so softly that it was almost inaudible.
But Chen Bo heard it.
He was silent for two seconds.
Then--
He released his hand from her wrist, moved it up her arm, and wrapped it around her waist.
There's no room for seriousness in front of a beautiful woman; I'd rather be a scumbag than an impotent man.
Zhao Lulu's body stiffened slightly, then went limp.
Chen Bo's hand lingered on her waist for a moment, then slid down to her thigh, which was covered by black stockings.
That touch—
Silky smooth, delicate, with the slight coolness unique to stockings, yet revealing the temperature of the skin underneath.
Chen Bo silently gave his legs a score in his mind.
He had touched Xu Yueqing's legs; they were pale, slender, and long, like jade.
He had touched Zhou Lingyan's legs; they were fair with a healthy wheat color, straight and strong, like an athlete's.
He had touched and seen Bei Weiwei's legs; they were fair and shapely, like those of a lady from a respectable family.
Zhao Lulu's legs—
Damn, that's top-notch too.
Black stockings are a plus!
Zhao Lulu's breathing became erratic from his touch; she bit her lip and looked at him with watery eyes.
"Chen Bo..."
Chen Bo didn't speak, his fingers wandering over her leg, from her knee up to her thigh, and then slowly sliding down.
Zhao Lulu's body began to tremble.
It's not cold, it's—
She had never been treated like this before.
Those who pursued her were all very cautious, afraid of offending her.
Only Chen Bo was so direct, so bold, so—
It makes your heart race.
She suddenly understood why Xu Yueqing leaned against the wall every day.
This man's hands are poisonous!
Chen Bo's hand continued upwards.
Zhao Lulu's breathing became more and more rapid. She closed her eyes and let him do as he pleased.
Then--
She felt Chen Bo's fingers hooking onto something.
It was a small piece of her fabric.
Zhao Lulu's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.
She was nervous, expectant, and a little scared.
Chen Bo paused for a moment.
Then he gently pulled—
The small piece of cloth was torn off.
Zhao Lulu exclaimed "Ah!"
Chen Bo looked at the thin, still warm piece of black lace in his hand and raised an eyebrow.
"Mr. Zhao," he said, "you've made ample preparations."
Zhao Lulu blushed crimson, but still forced herself to say, "Of course... I'm a person who does great things, I'm always prepared."
Chen Bo smiled.
He put the piece of cloth aside and put his hands back on her lap.
Zhao Lulu thought he was going to continue, and nervously closed her eyes.
Then she heard Chen Bo ask—
"By the way, when are you going to pay the remaining 200,000?"