Chapter 51 His Bonecrusher Appears

Zhao Zonglan carried the person upstairs.

After squirming in his arms for a while, Shen Jingni scolded him fiercely, "You're bullying me. You ignored me during dinner, and now you're being mean to me."

Although it was a bit of a distortion of the truth, she firmly believed that it was all Zhao Zonglan's fault.

I'll say it again, she can't possibly be wrong.

Zhao Zonglan was in a bad mood after being kicked a few times by her. With a sullen face, he didn't try to comfort her. He picked her up and carried her into the room, placing her on the bed with rather ungentle movements.

He looked down at her, his powerful aura pressing down on her, making Shen Jingni feel both guilty and afraid.

Seeing him lean in, she instinctively raised her foot to kick him again, but before she could succeed, her pale ankle was grabbed, and her slippers fell to the ground with a thud.

Zhao Zonglan used great force, pinching her ankle until the skin was red and it felt like the bones were about to crack.

His expression was indifferent, his voice low and cold, "Have I been spoiling you too much lately?"

No one in this world dares to kick him in public.

Even if they did, they wouldn't survive tonight.

His inherent arrogance and pride wouldn't allow her to be so unrestrained and presumptuous.

Shen Jingni gritted her teeth in pain, and seeing him so fierce, she felt even more aggrieved.

Her eyes reddened, and tears began to fall.

Zhao Zonglan found it irritating.

He released her, his dark eyes fixed on her, his thin lips pressed into a straight line.

She made a mistake but didn't repent, and even acted aggrieved.

Shen Jingni lowered her eyelashes and sobbed, tears rolling down her fair cheeks and dripping onto the bed sheet, leaving a dark stain.

A sense of frustration welled up in Zhao Zonglan's heart.

He was very agitated, his voice deep and authoritative without being angry, "Why are you crying?"

Shen Jingni raised her eyelashes, her voice trembling with tears, and said in a wronged tone, "You were mean to me."

Zhao Zonglan is being driven crazy by her.

This level of severity is hardly considered inauspicious.

"You've really grown up; you can't even be said anything to me."

Even he himself didn't realize that when he said those words, there was helplessness in his tone, and most of the coldness in his eyes had faded.

Shen Jingni looked at him with red eyes, her eyes filled with tears, looking pitiful, "You bullied me first, you're being unreasonable."

Zhao Zonglan almost laughed out of anger at her.

How dare she say he's being unreasonable?

The most unreasonable person in his eyes was Shen Jingni.

However, in this kind of situation, it has nothing to do with being reasonable or unreasonable.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Shen Jingni sniffed, dangled her pale feet over the edge of the bed, and said in a coquettish voice, "Zhao Zonglan, my feet are a little cold."

Zhao Zonglan's gaze fell on her feet.

She wasn't wearing socks, and the fair skin around her ankles was red from his pinching; the red marks haven't faded yet.

The delicate little thing didn't even cry out in pain.

Zhao Zonglan was completely speechless.

A warm, large hand touched her foot; sure enough, it was icy cold.

With a cold expression, he picked her up and sat her on the sofa in front of the heater, warming her feet.

"Stop crying."

"oh."

Shen Jingni stopped crying. She sat on his lap, but her little mouth still couldn't help but accuse him: "You pinched my feet so hard, and you didn't even comfort me."

Zhao Zonglan rubbed her ankle, his face still cold, "You only learn your lesson when it hurts."

"You're being mean again~" She pretended to pull her foot back so he wouldn't touch her.

"Don't move."

He pulled it back and continued kneading it expressionlessly.

My feet stopped hurting and gradually warmed up.

Shen Jingni leaned on his shoulder, still a little nasal from crying, and asked, "Did I kick you too hard?"

She spoke in a sweet, coquettish voice, as if she cared about him.

Zhao Zonglan's eyes flickered slightly as he noticed the tear stains on her face and her wet eyelashes, making her look pitiful.

He felt both annoyed and amused.

It's like slapping someone and then giving them a sweet treat.

Zhao Zonglan didn't need sweet dates.

But this jujube is very cute.

He pressed his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling, and said in a lazy, low, magnetic voice, "Does it hurt? Kiss me."

Shen Jingni turned her face away and said with great pride, "No kissing."

She started bringing up old grievances again: "You kissed me in the hallway this afternoon and people saw it. It was so embarrassing."

She didn't dare to talk to Song Qiyu while eating.

Zhao Zonglan frowned and patiently coaxed her, "It's my fault."

"Can we kiss now?"

Hearing him admit his mistake, Shen Jingni smiled with satisfaction.

She leaned in and kissed his cheek.

Zhao Zonglan was naturally dissatisfied with this, and he had been holding back his anger since the afternoon.

He kissed away the tears on her face, his breath hot: "You're not allowed to cry so easily anymore."

He didn't want to see her tears except in bed.

Shen Jingni puffed out her cheeks, "Then don't be mean to me."

I'll try my best.

This was his biggest concession.

At this point, Zhao Zonglan himself didn't understand why he had compromised, admitted his mistake, and stopped being angry.

Those at the pinnacle of capital are naturally proud and unyielding, and no one can break them.

But seemingly without anyone noticing, his bone-carving knife appeared.

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Shen Jingni felt that Zhao Zonglan had lied to her, and she didn't want to forgive him anymore.

He clearly said he wasn't fierce.

But when he pinned her against the bathroom wall, he was incredibly fierce.

No matter how much she cried, he didn't soften his heart.

I've used up one box.

They didn't stop until it was almost dawn.

Shen Jingni was so exhausted that she fell into a deep sleep. In the morning, no matter how Zhao Zonglan tried to coax her, she refused to get up.

She couldn't even open her eyelids.

But they have to go back this morning; both Zhao Zonglan and she still have work to do.

"Get up and get dressed first, then sleep in the car."

He patiently coaxed her and pulled her out of the blanket.

Shen Jingni snuggled into his arms like a sullen, lazy kitten, scratching and hitting him, "No."

She can be grumpy when she wakes up too.

Moreover, he had only slept for two or three hours and was feeling very sleepy, so he refused to move at all.

Zhao Zonglan was not an unreasonable person.

He really kept her up for a long time last night, which kept her from getting any sleep.

Seeing her limply nestled in his arms, he was moved. He kissed her forehead, then picked up the clothes beside him and dressed her himself.

Zhao Zonglan had never served anyone in his life.

Born into a noble family, he was always the one being waited on, unlike now.

But she was ungrateful and uncooperative, making it impossible for him to raise her hand, so he had to hold it down.

They're even less obedient than children.

Zhao Zonglan bit her lip in anger.

Shen Jingni whimpered in pain, "It hurts~"

Yes, he kissed me really hard last night, and my bright red lips are still a little swollen.

Zhao Zonglan sighed silently and resignedly continued to help her put on her pants and socks.

She simply stopped wearing shoes altogether, since she couldn't walk in her current state anyway.

After finally getting dressed, Zhao Zonglan inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

This feeling was even worse than when he was beaten up by his coach while learning to fight in New York.

Fortunately, she was well-behaved and didn't act recklessly or misbehave.

Zhao Zonglan picked her up and held her buttocks with both hands. He then covered her with his coat, completely concealing her petite body, before carrying her out the door.