Chapter 36 Be good, help me untie it

She kissed him first, and the moment her soft touch pressed against his skin, most of the irritation and anger in Zhao Zonglan's heart gradually dissipated.

But she was still too inexperienced and hadn't made much progress.

At most, I could just stick close to him and rub against him for a bit, then I wouldn't know what else to do.

Zhao Zonglan grabbed the back of her neck, turning the tables and regaining control.

His lips and tongue, with an aggressive intensity, entwined with hers, while his slightly calloused fingers caressed her swan-like neck, then moved to behind her ears…

Their warm, moist breaths mingled, and he kissed her even more fiercely.

Shen Jingni almost couldn't stand up.

Zhao Zonglan picked up her slender body and placed her on the solemn desk.

He leaned in and captured her slightly parted red lips in his mouth.

The man's sexy, thin lips curved into a seductive smile, and a low chuckle escaped his throat, "How stupid, Shen Jingni."

"You're not allowed to laugh at me."

She was so embarrassed that she clenched her fist and punched it against his chest.

"Hmm, I won't smile."

Zhao Zonglan held her wrist, and at this moment he seemed unusually easy to talk to, coaxing her to take the initiative to kiss him.

The flames of passion were ignited, burning away their reason, and the two kissed deeply and entwined in the serious office.

The office door was suddenly opened from the outside.

A bright, familiar voice came through: "Fifth Brother, the meeting later..."

Before Rong Heng could finish speaking, an ashtray came hurtling towards him.

He suddenly froze on the spot.

Fortunately, Mingzhao reacted quickly and stood in front of his master.

The ashtray slammed into his shoulder with a dull thud, accompanied by Zhao Zonglan's sinister, low voice, "Get out."

Chang An quickly came over and closed the door.

He wiped away a bead of cold sweat, his tone troubled: "Young Master Rong, please move to the reception room. As you can see, the master is busy."

He just said that, but this prince doesn't believe him and insists on coming to see for himself.

Rong Heng was pampered and spoiled by his family since childhood, and had never seen such a scene before.

However, he knew that Fifth Brother had really gotten angry just now.

He glanced at Mingzhao beside him, "Are you alright?"

"fine."

Mingzhao patted the cigarette ash off his clothes. His suit was stained, and his right shoulder hurt a little, but fortunately, he was wearing thick clothes, so the injury should not be serious.

Rong Heng was still shaken, but he couldn't resist gossiping.

He asked Chang An, "Is that the young lady Xie San and the others were talking about?"

Fifth Brother blocked the person's view completely, so he couldn't see what they looked like.

Chang An nodded.

Prince Rong, who never spoke without thinking, chuckled and teased, "No wonder you were so angry, it turns out you were just unsatisfied."

Chang An and Ming Zhao both lowered their heads, neither daring to utter a sound.

Shen Jingni was frightened by what she had just witnessed.

Her face flushed, she nestled in Zhao Zonglan's arms, her eyes still brimming with desire, and turned her head away from his kiss.

"You were so fierce just now."

Zhao Zonglan wouldn't let her dodge. He pinched her delicate chin, his fingertips caressing her cheek skin, his eyes dark and deep. "Scared?"

She's such a delicate little thing, what kind of fierceness is that?

Shen Jingni shook her head.

She's not that timid.

"Since you're not afraid, then let's continue."

"Hmm...don't you have a meeting?"

Shen Jingni placed her hands on the man's chest, her voice soft, completely exhausted from his kisses.

“They can wait.”

Zhao Zonglan didn't mind, and his passionate kisses landed on her cheeks and neck. The air was filled with the pleasant scent of sandalwood, which mingled with her natural fragrance, creating a silent and tender moment.

He became addicted to her.

Once you've tasted the marrow, you'll crave more; a single touch and you'll lose control.

Shen Jingni's breathing became erratic.

The next instant, he grasped her beautiful, jade-like hands and placed them on the cold metal belt buckle.

Zhao Zonglan's breathing quickened slightly, a surge of desire welled up in his eyes, and his voice was low, magnetic, and seductive: "Be good, help me untie it."

Her fingertips trembled violently, and her voice was choked with sobs, "I don't want to be here."

It's so embarrassing at his company.

Moreover, he was too fierce; she couldn't handle it and was afraid she wouldn't be able to leave Jingyao Capital's gates today.

Seeing that Zhao Zonglan still hadn't let go, Shen Jingni called out again, as if begging for mercy, "Brother."

Those peach blossom eyes were misty and filled with timidity.

Zhao Zonglan was completely helpless against her.

He suppressed his nagging urge, hugged and kissed her for a while longer before finally letting her go.

"I'll have Chang'an take you back."

He slowly straightened his slightly wrinkled shirt, and in the blink of an eye, he was once again the aloof and ascetic Mr. Zhao in public.

Shen Jingni nodded hurriedly, feeling relieved.

She was still sitting on the table, her legs dangling over the edge, swinging slightly as she reminded him, "Don't forget about the sponsorship and naming rights."

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After Shen Jingni left, Zhao Zonglan lit another cigarette.

He put one hand in his trouser pocket, stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, and looked indifferently at the bustling traffic and people below.

The scent of nicotine gradually masked the delusions in his mind.

But that's only temporary.

Zhao Zonglan himself couldn't understand why he was so addicted to her.

He was losing control more and more often when he was with her, which was not a good sign.

There was a knock on the office door.

This time, Rong Heng learned his lesson and only cautiously pushed the door open after hearing the person inside say "come in."

Zhao Zonglan gave him a cold glance and said in a clear, icy voice, "You'd better have something important to do."

"I'm so sorry, Fifth Brother. I didn't know you and your wife were inside. I was being reckless."

Rong Heng apologized honestly, afraid of being hit by the ashtray again.

He nervously ruffled his hair before getting down to business.

"The plan for our collaborative new energy integrated project has been completed, but the domestic technology is not yet mature, and we still have to rely on international technical teams. Moreover, the policies from above... make the approval process very complicated."

Zhao Zonglan sat in a leather chair, his long legs crossed, and flicked the ash from his cigarette with his fingers. "Technology is the core issue. Don't you have any alternatives?"

Jingyao invested hundreds of billions in this project. Zhao Zonglan had read the proposal, but didn't pay much attention to it.

However, Rong Heng has great ambitions and is moving too fast.

Because of this technical problem, Rong Heng has been extremely busy lately and has no choice but to seek help from Zhao Zonglan.

"So I brought two core technology teams with me today. Fifth Brother, could you please give them your feedback?"

"Um."

Zhao Zonglan simply responded and glanced at his watch.

By now, the little one should be home.

Just then, his personal cell phone rang.

Shen Jingni sent me a message: "I'm home."

Zhao Zonglan leaned back in his chair, a cigarette between his fingers, and typed with his eyes downcast: [Shall I take you to buy a hairpin tomorrow?]

Shen Jingni refused decisively: "No, tomorrow is Saturday, I'm going shopping with my mom."

Zhao Zonglan did not reply to the message for a long time.

Shen Jingni really couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

Is she angry?

But why was he angry?

By not going, she's indirectly saving him money.

Old men are really inexplicable.