The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 204 - 117: Are you angry because I didn’t come home for dinner tonight?

Lu Jingchen still didn’t care, he bent down and kissed her cheeks delicately, then her chin, and finally reached her neck and collarbone.

As she hazily opened her eyes, Song Qiao directly opened her eyes wide. She wasn’t sure if it was due to the man’s exquisite technique or her lack of experience, but she was already beginning to breathe unsteadily.

"Chu Muchen... what are you doing? Let me get up first..." Song Qiao’s heart tightened, her breath fragrant with alcohol, and as she looked at the handsome face before her, her pupils deepened in color.

Lu Jingchen pinched her chin and lifted it, not waiting for her to voice any protest before he bent his head down and kissed her, his hot tongue invading her mouth before she could fully react, drawing out the sweetness within.

Song Qiao’s eyes widened, her mouth full of the taste of alcohol. She wanted to retreat, but her waist was firmly held, and she had the overwhelming feeling that the man intended to swallow her up, which made her heart flutter with panic.

"Lu Jingchen... you’ve been drinking..." Song Qiao was somewhat at a loss, clutching his shirt and whimpering his name, while her other small hand patted his shoulder in protest. After being tormented by Lu Jingchen these past few nights, she had already developed a psychological shadow, fearing the man would not be able to resist in the next second and would strip her bare. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

In her heart, to say she was not afraid was a lie.

The intense presence of the man enveloped her, his overwhelming kissing technique uncontrollably began to instill fear in Song Qiao, her cheeks unconsciously blushed with color.

She didn’t know how long it had been, but Song Qiao found herself pressed into the bedding, the man’s ferocious kisses had ceased, instead giving gentle pecks on her chin and cheeks, his deep voice with a hint of husky sexiness, "Are you upset?"

Song Qiao gasped for air, struggling to suppress the impulse to slap the handsome face directly, her voice carried a hint of mild anger as she accused, "I was sleeping, and you came back and kissed me without a word, anyone would be unhappy about this."

This man was simply too abhorrent, indeed sometimes people must not trust too much the first impression, only after spending more time together do you discover many little issues.

The man stopped kissing her, propped up his upper body slightly, his deep eyes appeared even more profound, he stared fixedly at the small face showing slight displeasure, "I didn’t come home for dinner tonight, are you angry about that?"

Song Qiao was startled, then she realized Lu Jingchen’s intention, she extended her hands to his chest and pushed away, breaking free from his grasp and sitting up, she reached out to tidy up her somewhat disheveled hair, her voice carrying a lazy undertone, "No, you had things to deal with, right? It’s alright to get used to this kind of thing."

In the past, when she lived with Ning Wan, Ning Wan sometimes stayed at school for exams, and many times she ate alone, she was already used to it.

Lu Jingchen looked at that no longer confused little face, leaned in once more, and kissed the corner of her mouth, almost whispering, "Chen Ma said you didn’t eat much, just a little rice, wasn’t it because I didn’t come home that you were unhappy and didn’t eat much?"

"It was just that I ate too much at lunch today, and I didn’t want to eat too much at night." Song Qiao blinked, her face still showed no particular change in expression, continuing to speak, "And I drank two bowls of soup, that’s enough... Lu Jingchen, can you please speak without getting too physical?"

Catching his hand that was attempting to slip inside her nightgown, Song Qiao glared at him, her eyes full of dissatisfaction.

Really detesting this man to death, always taking the opportunity to be touchy-feely, did he truly think she was easy to bully?

With his hand caught and unable to proceed, Lu Jingchen did not continue, but hummed in response, then in a somewhat muddled voice, he asked, "The man you had lunch with at noon, who is he?"

When Song Qiao heard his question, her first thought wasn’t about her and Ji Sifan, but about him and Zuo Yuqing. Curling her lips slightly, she laughed with a soft voice, "What’s wrong? Can’t I have a meal with a friend? Do you think you’re the only one allowed to dine with other women?"

"My lunch with Yuqing was just a simple meal, nothing happened."