Chapter 54 Try Biting Harder Next Time

Chang An was standing behind Zhao Zonglan when his right eyelid suddenly twitched.

"Call Xie Chengsui and tell him to take the person away."

Zhao Zonglan's tone was calm, unlike his previous anger and irritability, but it seemed even more terrifying than before.

Chang An's eyelids were twitching badly, so he didn't dare delay and quickly made a phone call.

But then he ordered, "Call Song Yanting here as well."

"yes."

The horse farm offered a wide view. Sitting on her horse, Shen Jingni could see a group of people not far away. The one in the lead had a tall and familiar figure and an outstanding temperament.

Xie Hengzhou, holding the horse's reins, praised her for her heroic bearing, saying she was in no way inferior to a man.

She smiled and said "thank you," then dismounted from her horse and, almost without hesitation, ran straight towards Zhao Zonglan's location.

Zhao Zonglan did not expect her to come suddenly.

She just threw herself into his arms.

What brings you here?

Shen Jingni placed her hand on his waist, her breathing a little rapid from running so fast.

She wore her hair in a high ponytail today, with a tuft of dark, slightly wavy hair swaying behind her head, exuding youthful exuberance. A thin layer of sweat seeped from her forehead, dampening the fine downy hair, and her fair face had a slight pinkish tinge, like it had been carved from jade.

Her voice was soft, and even carried a hint of unexpected joy.

Although he's a little liar, he's kind of cute.

Zhao Zonglan's tone was cold: "Not answering my call?"

Shen Jingni looked at him innocently with her peach blossom eyes, "I left my phone in the locker room, I didn't hear it."

She sensed that Zhao Zonglan seemed angry.

So she snuggled closer again, pressing her face against his chest through his suit, and said in a pleading tone, "Don't be angry, brother~"

Zhao Zonglan's anger dissipated by half.

That little liar is really good at sweet-talking people.

His gaze darkened slightly, and his long, slender fingers pinched the back of her neck with a light touch, like lifting a disobedient cat, pulling her away from his chest.

"Go change your clothes."

Shen Jingni pouted.

She was about to make trouble again, but seeing the intimidating look in his eyes, she had no choice but to obey.

However, they weren't 'that' obedient.

We must resist hegemonism and express our dissatisfaction in a different way.

She took his hand and, regardless of how many people were present, sweetly pleaded, "Come with me."

It's about ordering him around.

Zhao Zonglan stood still, only raising his hand to take a puff of his cigarette. The thin, grayish-white smoke shrouded his sharp eyebrows and eyes, making his emotions unpredictable.

Shen Jingni tugged at him again.

A few seconds later, with a cold face, he grabbed her hand and forcefully led her away.

Chang An breathed a sigh of relief for no apparent reason, and his eyelids seemed to have stopped twitching.

Lions are fierce and dangerous.

But if you find the right method, they can be tamed.

Xie Hengzhou was still holding the reins. The chestnut-haired Quarter Horse raised its neck, its tail swaying slightly, and stood relaxed.

He watched their departing figures, his expression somber.

Wen Shuyi consulted some questions with the equestrian coach, and when she came over, she noticed that Xie Hengzhou seemed a bit off.

But it was predictable.

After all, that girl is indeed very likable.

She stood beside Xie Hengzhou, her smile gentle, and said seemingly casually, "Mr. Zhao is very good to Jingni."

There are exceptions and preferences.

Xie Hengzhou tightened his grip on the horse's reins.

He can be good to her too.

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The changing rooms at the equestrian club are all for single use only.

Shen Jingni used to live alone and thought the room was just the right size, but it seemed a bit cramped after Zhao Zonglan came in.

He was tall, and just standing there, the air seemed to thin out.

Shen Jingni took her clothes off the coat rack, quickly changed into them, and pulled back the curtain to come out.

Then he opened the cabinet and took out his phone and bag.

Sure enough, Zhao Zonglan called her and sent her a message saying he wanted to take her to buy hairpins.

Shen Jingni is always someone who only has a short attention span, and she didn't really want a lot of pretty hairpins; she had long forgotten about it.

Besides, Zhao Zonglan had just taken so many great photos of her a few days ago, so she wasn't that greedy.

I just didn't expect that he would still remember.

An indescribable joy welled up in her heart.

Zhao Zonglan stood by the small window, one hand in his suit trouser pocket, gazing at the green meadow outside, his back austere.

Suddenly, she gently tugged at his suit sleeve.

He turned around and raised an eyebrow.

Shen Jingni beckoned to him, speaking in a coquettish voice, "If you bend over, I can't reach you."

Zhao Zonglan remained silent, though his expression was still not good, but he still leaned down to cooperate.

Shen Jingni's scheme succeeded, and the smile in her eyes deepened.

She immediately reached out and cupped his face, tilting her head back to kiss his slightly cool, thin lips.

Gentle yet swift.

Their warm breaths mingled together.

Zhao Zonglan was clearly stunned for a moment, a complex emotion flashing across his deep eyes.

My heart was touched by this sudden intimacy and tenderness.

The anger subsided considerably.

That little liar is really cunning.

Before him, the cunning cat had succeeded in stealing fish and was about to retreat, but Zhao Zonglan naturally refused.

He pulled her close, his fingertips tracing the corner of her lips, his voice low and dangerous, "You know you were wrong?"

"Um."

Shen Jingni nodded tactfully.

She didn't ignore his calls on purpose.

Why is this man still angry?

She cursed him under her breath for being stingy, then angrily leaned in and took his prominent Adam's apple into her mouth, giving it a deep suck.

Zhao Zonglan did not expect her to be so bold.

He raised his chin slightly, let out a soft gasp of pleasure, and his eyes shone with desire.

The next instant, he pinned her against the wall.

The oxygen inside the room gradually thinned, and even the temperature rose.

Zhao Zonglan pressed his lips against hers, his voice low and husky, his words making her blush and her heart race, "Next time, bite harder."

Shen Jingni's ears burned, her back pressed against the cold wall, her feet pinned down by the man's bent knees, the high-quality trousers rustling against her skirt.

She grabbed his impeccably tailored tie, twirling it around her fingers, stubbornly refusing to listen. "No, unless you beg me."

The character "求" is not in Zhao Zonglan's dictionary.

He seemed to have heard a joke, scoffed coldly, and suddenly pulled her slender waist in front of him, pinching her delicate chin.

Shen Jingni was forced to tilt her head back, enduring the man's hot, burning kiss.

Her eyes welled up with a warm, moist mist that dampened her eyelashes.

Just then, there was a sudden knock on the locker room door.

"Miss Chen, are you inside?"

It was Xie Hengzhou's voice.

Zhao Zonglan's eyes darkened, and he fiercely forced open her lips, continuing his assault.

The people outside did not give up.

“Miss Shen, I have a white Arabian horse, it’s very beautiful. I wonder if you’re free tomorrow? We could go see it together.”

A playful smile flashed across Zhao Zonglan's eyes.

He took Shen Jingni's earlobe into his mouth, and almost cruelly pressed down on her waist, commanding in a deep voice, "Answer him."

It's so exhausting.

This caused her to tremble and almost let out a soft moan.