Chapter 120 I am yours

Panting, Shen Jingni threw herself into his arms.

She hugged his waist, tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling with sobs and a nasal slur, "Zhao Zonglan, even without going to Los Angeles, I can figure things out."

"I like you."

"I will try my best to like you and love you more and more."

"Waaah... But you're so mean, making me run so far~"

Bad guy.

"Just this once."

A very low laugh escaped Zhao Zonglan's throat, his eyes were terribly red.

He gave her the opportunity to come to him, and he also gave her the choice to stay where she was.

"Shen Jingni, thank you for liking me."

He pulled her into his arms, his tall frame bending down to press against her neck, feeling her breath and warmth. His previously uneasy heart was soothed once again.

Shen Jingni was held very tightly by him.

She noticed tears falling on the skin of her neck, a burning pain in her heart.

Zhao Zonglan actually cried?

She and Zhao Zonglan also did the most intimate thing a couple can do.

They weren't lying in the same bed.

Instead, they were embracing, face to face, shedding tears.

Show the other person all your inner vulnerability and emotions.

Shen Jingni snuggled against him, then wiped all her tears on his clothes, and said arrogantly and domineeringly, "I'm tired from running, you have to carry me back."

In his presence, she remained the same spoiled and affected person.

Regardless of whether there were people in the square or not, and whether he wanted it or not, she insisted on having it.

Because with him, she will always be unrestrained.

Zhao Zonglan regained his usual aloof and composed demeanor, picked her up horizontally, and walked towards the Maybach.

Not far away.

Shen Zhuoyuan sat in the car, watching his beloved daughter cry as she hugged Zhao Zonglan, and then he took her away.

He knew it, he knew it!

As expected, that old fox Zhao Zonglan followed.

They even kidnapped his daughter, Miaomiao.

Shen Zhuoyuan clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, his chest heaving with anger, and suddenly looked away.

He said menacingly, "Drive."

The driver was startled and asked him tremblingly, "Mr. Shen, aren't we taking Miss back with us?"

Shen Zhuoyuan looked at the two figures as they walked away, suppressing his emotions, and murmured, "This is Miaomiao's own choice, and her happiness is the most important thing."

These past few days, Shen Zhuoyuan had noticed Shen Jingni's unusual behavior.

After leaving Zhao Zonglan, she seemed less lively and active than before, and her depressed mood was heartbreaking.

They had absolutely no solution.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have let her and Shen Qingyan go to Los Angeles.

The driver started the car and drove away, focusing intently on the road ahead.

About half a minute later.

He glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Shen Zhuoyuan covering his face with his hands, his upright body leaning slightly forward.

A few seconds later, she burst into loud sobs.

——

The moment Shen Jingni was carried into the car by Zhao Zonglan, she demanded that she go back to the old house with him to see her grandmother.

The fact that the old lady of the Zhao family is critically ill is known throughout the Beijing social circle.

Although she won't marry Zhao Zonglan now, as his real girlfriend, she should go back with him.

Zhao Zonglan held her in his arms, sitting in the back seat of the car, facing her, his forehead pressed against hers: "Baby, think it through."

“Going to see him means that you are now a member of the Zhao family.”

Although Zhao Zonglan never intended for her to be one.

But I still need to remind her that this is a matter of respect.

Hearing this, Shen Jingni was displeased.

She pushed him away and said fiercely, "What Zhao family are you talking about?"

"You are mine."

"So remember this, you are a member of the Shen family."

She became stubborn and seemed determined to argue with him about this issue.

Zhao Zonglan's gaze was fixed on her, a glint of light in his deep eyes. After a few seconds of silence, he replied calmly, "Yes, I am yours."

The next moment, he grabbed her chin and kissed her fiercely.

Love burns on my lips.

He pressed down on her waist, tightly holding her soft, sweet lips, swallowing all her sobs and whimpers between his teeth.

Zhao Zonglan missed her very much.

I really want to.

Kissing her like this, the desire to miss her was not quelled in the slightest; on the contrary, it grew stronger and stronger.

Night fell.

The black Maybach was parked on the road, blending naturally into the night.

Chang An and the driver had already left.

The blush on Shen Jingni's face had not yet faded, and her limbs were sore and weak. She sat lazily on Zhao Zonglan's lap.

Afraid that her head would hit the roof of the car, Zhao Zonglan held her by the back of the neck, kissed her, and pulled her into his arms.

"Baby, do you miss me?"

He asked her, his voice hoarse, with an undeniable sexiness.

And then deliberately went up in a malicious way...

"I miss you, brother~"

This time, she was very honest and spontaneous, crying as she said she missed him, her voice trembling at the end.

He smiled with satisfaction, lowered his head to kiss her earlobe, and said in a low voice, "Good girl, brother can feel it."

...

At 10 p.m., Zhao Zonglan’s car drove into the Zhao family’s old house.

Tonight, all the younger members of the Zhao family are here, and no one dares to close their eyes.

The house was brightly lit, both inside and out.

Zhao Zonglan took Shen Jingni directly to the old lady's room.

At this moment, Old Mrs. Zhao lay weakly on the bed, trying to open her mouth, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Shen Jingni stepped forward and grasped her thin, bony hand, addressing her formally and solemnly as "Grandmother."

The old lady looked at her, tears silently sliding down her cheeks and wetting her pillow.

The Buddha said that everything in the world has a cause and effect.

The old woman knew she had done something wrong, so Buddha punished her by allowing her to see her future granddaughter-in-law only before she died.

She couldn't even remember the girl's name.

Fortunately, I did manage to see him.

Shen Jingni saw the old lady look at Zhao Zonglan, then open her mouth as if she wanted to say something.

She pursed her lips and said earnestly, "Don't worry, Zhao Zonglan and I will be fine."

"The Zhao family will get better and better, I assure you."

The old lady was relieved.

A mournful wind blows across the fields, the ground is cold and the leaves are gone.

February 4th, 5 AM.

The old lady of the Zhao family passed away peacefully at the age of ninety-two.