Chapter 3, Chapter 92: Cheng Jiamo used to be online...
Cheng Jiamo once saw a saying online that said if a man is 1.8 meters tall, the number "180" will be engraved on his tombstone after he dies.
Similarly, there are eighteen.
Looking at the whole world, there aren't many people who are 18 years old. Any man over 18 seems to want to have the word "18" firmly engraved on his forehead.
He Qingzhao was even more terrifying; he was 21, an inhuman size, and she had measured him herself. To this day, she still clearly remembers the arrogant and haughty look in He Qingzhao's eyes.
No matter what happens, even if Jingkun's stock price rises, He Qingzhao always maintains a calm and indifferent expression, appearing completely unconcerned and detached.
However, after she measured him with a soft ruler that day, he was as proud as a peacock, his face practically screaming "21".
Seeing He Qingzhao's proud, expectant look as if he were waiting to be praised again, she couldn't help but want to laugh. She deliberately refused to praise him, especially not in this matter; praise would only fuel his arrogance.
Cheng Jiamo suppressed a laugh and shook off He Qingzhao's hand, giving him a reproachful look that seemed both shy and angry: "Pah, shameless."
He Qingzhao took her hand again, kissed her fingertips, pulled her hand to his face, and tilted his head to gently rub her palm.
Cheng Jiaming stroked his face and asked softly, "He Qingzhao, do you want to have a child?"
He Qingzhao pulled her down to sit, wrapped his arms around her body, rested his chin on her neck, and said close to her face, "I don't have a strong interest in children. I can't say I like them, nor can I say I dislike them."
Cheng Jiamo's heart skipped a beat: "So, do you want it or not?"
He Qingzhao turned her face towards him, smiling as he pressed his forehead against hers: "I want it." He placed his large hand on her soft belly, "I want to fill this place up, to let my bloodline grow here, so that I will feel completely integrated with you."
Cheng Jiamo leaned against him, tracing circles on his chest with her fingers: "Me too."
He Qingzhao felt a surge of tenderness in his heart. Afraid that he would lose control, he quickly grabbed her mischievous hand and pushed her away from his embrace, saying, "I'll go get you some food."
Cheng Jiamo climbed onto his back, hugged his neck, and said coquettishly, "Carry me to the restaurant."
He Qingzhao chuckled: "Didn't you say you wanted to eat in bed?"
Cheng Jiamo: "I don't want to think about it now. I was just too tired."
He Qingzhao stood up, carried her to the dining room, and gently placed her on a chair.
Cheng Jiamo sat in a genuine leather dining chair, leaning against the soft and comfortable backrest, her two fair and delicate feet swinging back and forth under the table.
He Qingzhao glanced at her dazzlingly white feet, turned and went to the bedroom, took out a pair of white socks, knelt down in front of her on one knee, held one of her feet and placed it on his knee, lifted her other foot, and awkwardly put on the socks for her.
Cheng Jiamo gently kicked his chest: "It's not cold, why are you wearing socks?"
He Qingzhao carefully put socks on her feet: "The housekeeper will bring in the food in a little while."
The implication was that he didn't want other men to see her bare feet.
Cheng Jiamo raised her white jade-like toes and stepped on him: "Feudal patriarch."
He Qingzhao had just finished putting one of her socks on when she felt a sudden tightness in her waist and abdomen from being stepped on, and she abruptly looked up at her.
Cheng Jiaming felt uneasy under his deep gaze and kicked him, saying, "Are you still going to wear it...?"
Before she could finish speaking, He Qingzhao grabbed her other bare foot, which was not wearing a sock, and bit her white, glowing instep.
Cheng Jiamo is a typical example of someone who is all skin and bones. She has a very thin and small frame and looks thin, but she actually has a lot of flesh on her body. If you pinch her arm, it is plump, soft and fluffy.
Her feet were the same, white and plump, like freshly steamed white buns, with no visible blue veins on the instep.
Cheng Jiamo herself didn't really like her feet, but He Qingzhao did.
He Qingzhao loved her completely, from head to toe; every aspect of her was exactly what he liked.
Looking at the teeth marks on her snow-white instep, He Qingzhao felt a tickle in his throat, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his hand holding her jade-like foot unconsciously tightened.
Cheng Jiamo felt as if he had his heart in his hand, squeezing her so tightly that she could hardly breathe.
She took a deep breath and shifted her feet: "Hurry up and put it on."
He Qingzhao suppressed his agitation as he put socks on her. He glanced at her slender, fair legs and wanted to cover them with a blanket, but ultimately refrained from doing so.
After lunch, Cheng Jiamo quickly washed up and went back to her bedroom for a nap.
He Qingzhao did not immediately accompany her, but went to the study to handle work.
Cheng Jiamo got up early in the morning to take a plane. After returning to Nanyuan, she played around with He Qingzhao for a while, which exhausted her. She fell asleep in bed after a short while.
He Qingzhao attended a brief international meeting and approved two project documents. When he returned to his bedroom, he saw Cheng Jiamo lying on her side, fast asleep.
He tiptoed and carefully walked to the bedside, then slowly bent down.
Cheng Jiamo's face was pressed against the pillow, her moist and rosy lips were slightly pouted, and there was a little bit of glistening at the corners of her mouth.
She was sleeping soundly, her breathing soft and gentle, like that of a soft little kitten.
He Qingzhao lay down next to her, lowered his head and kissed the tip of her fair and delicate nose. Looking at her soft and tender appearance, he felt an irresistible itch and, with restraint, bit the tip of her nose.
Cheng Jiamo frowned slightly as she was bitten, gave a soft snort, and waved her hand.
Afraid of waking her, He Qingzhao hurriedly patted her back until her brows relaxed and her breathing became even before he lowered his head to continue kissing her.
He kissed her rosy, moist lips, gently sucking and licking her soft, jelly-like lips.
Cheng Jiamo responded to him unconsciously, sticking out the tip of her tongue to lightly lick his lips.
He Qingzhao didn't kiss her deeply, but slowly stepped back and gently stroked her head with his large hand.
Cheng Jiamo moved her little mouth slightly, still wanting more, but finally turned over and continued to sleep soundly.
He Qingzhao braced himself on either side of her, gazing at her beautiful sleeping face, his nose touching hers, and asked in a deep voice, "Cheng Jiamo, who do you love?"
Cheng Jiamo frowned, her long, thick eyelashes trembling slightly.
Afraid that she would wake up, He Qingzhao quickly patted her shoulder. After she fell asleep, he continued to ask, "Do you love He Qingzhao?"
In her sleep, Cheng Jiaming vaguely heard someone talking about He Qingzhao. She frowned slightly and unconsciously called out, "He Qingzhao."
He Qingzhao's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly asked, "Do you love He Qingzhao, Cheng Jiamo? Do you love He Qingzhao?"
When Cheng Jiamo heard someone ask her if she loved He Qingzhao, she opened her mouth and murmured, "He Qingzhao."
He Qingzhao suppressed his wildly beating heart, gently stroked her fair and rosy face, and asked persistently, "Momo, do you love He Qingzhao?"
Cheng Jiamo murmured softly, "Love."
He Qingzhao lay down directly, buried his head in her neck, and laughed as he pressed himself against her.
His eyes reddened as he laughed, and he turned his head to suck on her delicate, pearl-like earlobe.
Cheng Jiamo opened her eyes briefly, but because she was so sleepy, she opened them groggily and saw that it was He Qingzhao, so she closed her eyes again with relief.
He Qingzhao smiled and lay down, holding her in his arms and embracing her tightly. He kissed her face repeatedly, his sharp, sexy lips pressing against her ear, kissing and biting it.
"Momo," he called her in a hoarse voice, his large hand kneading her slender, soft waist, kissing the corner of her lips as he asked, "Momo, who did you sleep with?"
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