The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief

Chapter 1080 - 468: So You Think My Chest Is Small?

The woman’s hand directly held his fingers, and he could feel the warmth coming from them, as well as the smoothness of her fingers, which felt very comfortable, unlike his own hands with calluses.

He heard her soft, melodious voice by his ear, and Lu Jingchen suddenly turned his head to look at her, his eyes filled with disbelief and surprise, but even more with excitement.

After a long pause, he parted his thin lips and asked in a hoarse voice, "Qiaoqiao, do you really want this..."

Song Qiao didn’t directly respond to his doubts and questions. Instead, she stepped forward, stood in front of Lu Jingchen, and on tiptoe, used her lips to stop his thin lips.

The softness from his thin lips, along with the feminine scent from her body that he could smell between breaths, made Lu Jingchen’s body suddenly stiffen, and his deep eyes reflected the image of the woman.

Due to their height difference, even though Song Qiao was wearing three-centimeter high heels, she was still a head shorter than Lu Jingchen, especially since he was standing straight without bending down or lowering his head, so when she kissed him, it was somewhat laborious, directly standing on her tiptoes, grabbing the man’s arms with her small hands.

However, after kissing for more than twenty seconds, Song Qiao didn’t get any response from Lu Jingchen. As she continued kissing, she felt like she was being sentimental alone, so she immediately let go of him, looking at him slightly dissatisfied, biting her lip, and said, "Lu Jingchen, what do you mean by this... ah..."

The question had just come out, and her dissatisfaction had just been expressed, when in the next second, the man who had been standing still suddenly lowered his head and blocked her lips, lifting her slender legs with his hands, with a strong push, he made her sit on the desk behind her, then bent over and sealed her lips, attacking continuously.

The temperature in the office began to rise slowly, as if pink bubbles were continuously emerging.

Lu Jingchen’s chest was pounding chaotically, with a kind of excitement and thrill that no one could understand. His deep eyes looked at the little woman he had pressed on the table, her image reflected in them, as if she was the only one in his world.

Since Song Qiao returned to the country, they hadn’t been intimate, but every time Lu Jingchen had insisted on being close to her, and even forced her a few times. This was the first time she actively said she wanted him.

How could Lu Jingchen not be excited, not be happy?

At this moment, it was almost impossible for him to calm down.

His thin lips started to move slowly from her lips to her chin, and then to her neck, unbuttoning the buttons on her clothes one by one.

A sudden coolness hit her chest, causing her to shiver involuntarily until the man slipped his hand into her clothes. Originally weakened like a puddle of water, Song Qiao became somewhat sober, pushing Lu Jingchen and urgently said, "The office door isn’t locked yet, let’s not here..."

If someone suddenly came in, how would she face them?

Lu Jingchen looked up at her, his eyes already full of desire, like a whirlpool wanting to draw her in.

Embarrassed by his gaze, Song Qiao looked away and softly suggested, "Let’s go to the lounge, okay?"

Here, she felt like someone could come in at any moment.

However, the man replied, "I can lock the door." Saying this, he searched the desk, found the remote control he left there, and pressed a button.

A click of the lock sounded in the room soon after.

Song Qiao, "..." But she still didn’t want to be here. After all, Lu Jingchen worked here every day.

Her little face turned red, and she looked up to kiss the man’s lips, her voice hoarse, "Lu Jingchen, let’s go to the lounge. I don’t want to do it here, otherwise... let’s not do it."

After looking into her eyes for a few seconds, Lu Jingchen couldn’t help but smile and finally agreed, "Okay."

The man’s strong arms lifted her effortlessly, feeling as light as a feather, he quickly headed to the lounge, walking a few steps before saying to Song Qiao, "Qiaoqiao, you’re too thin. It’ll be better if you gain some weight... yes, having some more flesh would feel good."

Song Qiao raised her eyes to look at him, then said discontentedly, "So you think I’m flat-chested? Then go find someone with big boobs and no brains."

Lu Jingchen stopped in his tracks, kissing her forehead, hurriedly saying, "No, not small. I meant other places..."

Song Qiao glanced down at herself, not feeling thin. She filled where she should and didn’t where she shouldn’t.

However, the man did think she was slightly thin, wishing she’d gain ten pounds.

After giving birth to Wangshu and Huanhuan, Song Qiao’s postpartum period was controlled by Chu Munan’s hired specialty center, with careful dietary management, doing yoga every day to maintain her figure.

Her body had all the right curves and didn’t look fat, combined with her height, she had a perfect figure that outshone many models.

The lounge bed had been switched to a comfortable big bed, and even the duvet was new.

Carrying Song Qiao into the lounge, he didn’t head straight to the bed but pressed her against the door frame and kissed her forcefully.

Unnoticed, clothes were removed piece by piece, with Song Qiao’s clothes thrown on the floor by Lu Jingchen, and then his shirt and pants joined hers on the ground, leaving their clothes scattered on the floor.

The atmosphere in the lounge gradually turned sweet and sticky, and soon after, a man’s hoarse and heavy voice was heard, "Qiaoqiao, you’re wonderful..."

Hearing this, Song Qiao’s face immediately flushed a deep red, and her slender legs wrapped around the man’s waist, their bodies intimately intertwined, her arms couldn’t help but circle his neck, pulling them even closer together.

Lu Jingchen pinched her chin with one hand, sealing her lips with his thin ones, trapping her moans in her throat.

The lounge was filled with sounds that would make anyone blush.