Chapter 106 She's been quite clingy to me lately

Jingyao Capital is headquartered in the core area of ​​Beijing's CBD.

Several tall buildings stand in orderly rows.

Inside, unlike the hustle and bustle of a typical office building, the elite employees rarely spoke loudly, and even the receptionist's voice was very calm and low.

Looking out the window, one sees the most bustling street scene in Beijing.

Dark-tinted one-way glass provides excellent sound insulation, blocking out the hustle and bustle of the outside world. All the doors are made of heavy solid wood, shielding them from all sounds, both inside and out.

Shen Jingni braced her hands on the desk, biting her lower lip tightly.

The gleaming men's leather shoes pressed against her high heels.

"Um……"

Zhao Zonglan let out a muffled groan.

"Oh, baby."

His large, broad hand landed again.

His voice was hoarse as he said sternly, "Relax."

Shen Jingni sobbed, her long hair falling down to her side, obscuring her flushed face, her fingers impatiently digging into the table.

...

More than an hour later, Shen Jingni was carried into the lounge by Zhao Zonglan.

She begged and cried for a long time before he reluctantly let her go.

Zhao Zonglan held her as she lay down on the bed in the lounge, and coaxed her to drink half a glass of water. He wanted to smoke a cigarette, but the phone rang.

It was Xie Chengsui who called.

He turned on speakerphone, casually placed the phone aside, and said in a cool voice, "Speak."

Then, he grabbed the back of her neck, lowered his head, and kissed her moist, slightly swollen red lips.

Shen Jingni dared not utter a sound and could only open her mouth, letting him take whatever he wanted without restraint.

Xie Chengsui's nonchalant voice came from the other end of the phone: "Fifth Brother, are you busy right now?"

Zhao Zonglan slowly stepped back, his dark eyes fixed on her flushed face, his voice indifferent, "Just finished."

It has a hidden meaning.

Because the last phone call was quite awkward, Xie Chengsui was smarter this time and asked first, afraid of disturbing Zhao Zonglan's good time.

It's good that I'm done with my work.

Xie Chengsui breathed a sigh of relief and got straight to the point: "Qing-ge's private museum is almost finished. He invited us to go and take a look this weekend. Ask your wife if she's free. Tangtang said she misses her."

The "Qing Ge" that Xie Chengsui mentioned is Xie Jiqing, his second cousin.

He was also Zhao Zonglan's cousin.

I met Shen Jingni at the hot spring resort before.

Xie Jiqing is an archaeology professor who has traveled all over the country. He has collected so many antiques and paintings that he simply built a private museum to store them.

The museum was built near his private residence, and it was a refined affair to occasionally invite friends over.

Xie Chengsui was still talking over there.

Shen Jingni was both embarrassed and annoyed by Zhao Zonglan's kiss, so she mischievously leaned in and bit his Adam's apple hard.

Zhao Zonglan's eyes suddenly darkened.

He groaned, feeling both pain and pleasure.

The little fox in his arms was holding its chin high, its eyes smug and defiant.

Although the sound wasn't loud, Xie Chengsui still heard it.

This voice was much more ambiguous than last time.

"Fifth, Fifth Brother, you..."

How come I always run into him?

Unlucky and tragic.

Zhao Zonglan held Shen Jingni tightly in his arms, his voice slightly hoarse: "I will take her there."

He didn't even bother to pick up his phone, and just said in a deep voice, "I'm still busy for a while, I'm hanging up now."

Xie Chengsui: "Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone was hung up.

Zhao Zonglan pinned the man down.

Those deep eyes were filled with the darkness of lust.

He stroked her fair cheek with his long, slender fingers. "You brought this on yourself."

"You are not allowed to beg for mercy."

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Although Xie Jiqing was not interested in business or politics, he was knowledgeable, family-oriented, and low-key.

This private museum has a simple exterior, featuring a minimalist modern cubic architectural style.

It was separated from Xie Jiqing's private residence by only a corridor.

in the country, there are application requirements for private museums.

For example, it must have a fixed venue, be equipped with professional staff, and have a collection of no fewer than three hundred items...

Of course, this was very simple for Xie Jiqing.

Wen Shuyi had just returned from Yangzhou a couple of days ago and came here with Song Yanting.

Xie Chengsui brought Su Chan with him.

The two were also wearing matching couple rings.

Of course, today's guests include not only a few friends, but also people from the Cultural Bureau.

The bureau chief and Xie Jiqing were old acquaintances and university classmates; he came to offer his congratulations.

Several distinguished guests were accompanied by professional guides to appreciate the collection, and Xie Jiqing would occasionally offer a few words of explanation.

Zhao Zonglan, holding Shen Jingni's hand, looked listless and uninterested. He was only looking around out of respect for Xie Jiqing.

When the bureau chief came to talk to him, he only responded with a few indifferent words occasionally.

After looking around, everyone went to Xie Jiqing's house for lunch.

In the afternoon, Shen Jingni and her friends drank tea and chatted in the warm tea room.

Several men are playing cards.

Right now, little Tangtang is clamoring for ice cream.

Lin Letang was so annoyed by her noise that he asked the maid to prepare food, but forbade her to eat much.

In winter, you can experience the thrill of coolness and sweetness amidst the cold, indulging your cravings and enjoying food that contrasts sharply with summer.

Soon, the servants brought over several porcelain bowls, accompanied by small silver spoons.

The bowl contains milky white ice cream with a smooth surface, topped with edible rose petal pieces, and encased in a crisp chocolate shell. The aroma of flowers and rich milk slowly wafts out, making it look delicious.

Everyone has it.

Besides Shen Jingni.

Lin Letang looked at her apologetically, "I'm sorry, Jingni, Mr. Zhao instructed that you shouldn't eat raw or cold food."

At this moment, Tangtang picked up a spoon, scooped up some ice cream and put it in her mouth, looking very happy and satisfied.

"Hoo hoo choo".

"Mom is the best."

Shen Jingni looked on with envy and soon couldn't hold back any longer.

How come Zhao Zonglan is even more nosy than Tangtang's mother?

If children can eat it, why can't she?

She got up angrily, determined to settle the score with Zhao Zonglan.

Upon seeing Shen Jingni arrive, the servant at the entrance of the card room opened the door for her with great perceptiveness.

But Shen Jingni didn't go in.

Because she came to argue with him, she couldn't argue in front of so many people.

She stood at the door and called out in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Zhao Zonglan, you, you come out for a moment."

Just now, the group had just finished a game.

The dealer is shuffling the cards.

Upon hearing Shen Jingni's voice, everyone turned to look at Zhao Zonglan.

With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Xie Chengsui joked, "Oh, it's your wife checking up on you."

Song Yanting chuckled dismissively, his tone slightly sarcastic: "I don't think so. What if they're arguing?"

How come Zhao Zonglan's love life is so smooth?

He's so lucky that even when he's playing cards, his girlfriend checks up on him.

I'm so annoyed.

Song Qiyu sighed from the side, "I'm so envious that my sister-in-law would actually take the initiative to come to find Fifth Brother."

Cancan never took the initiative to contact him.

Zhao Zonglan glanced indifferently at the people at the card table, stood up slowly, and said calmly, "There's nothing I can do, she's been clinging to me lately."

Everyone: "..."