Chapter 70 My sweet baby, tell me you miss me

Tonight in San Francisco, the night is quiet and the wind is gentle.

Zhao Zonglan didn't say anything, but strode over and pulled the person into his arms.

He then picked her up and carried her into the villa.

Chang An hurriedly came over to help with the luggage.

He inexplicably felt a great sense of relief.

Shen Jingni smelled the familiar sandalwood scent on Zhao Zonglan, pressed her face against his chest, and rubbed against him.

In front of him, she never pretended to be strong, and immediately complained pitifully: "I sat on a plane for more than ten hours today, and my butt is sore."

Zhao Zonglan held her in his arms as they sat on the sofa in the outer room of the bedroom, where the flames in the fireplace flickered and burned slowly.

His dark eyes, reflecting the firelight, were filled with heat as his gaze was fixed on the little girl in his arms. His voice was deep: "Why did you suddenly come here?"

Shen Jingni nestled in his arms, looking a little awkward, and said in a sweet and coquettish tone, "I've come to celebrate your birthday."

While doing so, I also wanted to avoid Shen Qingyan.

Let's say half and half.

Zhao Zonglan had extremely sharp insight; with just one glance, he saw through her guilty conscience.

Little liar.

But the little liar is really good at sweet-talking people.

Zhao Zonglan's eyes darkened, and his large hand forcefully gripped her slender neck. He pressed down on her delicate kisses, from her cheeks, which were red from the cold, to her crimson lips.

Shen Jingni clung to his shoulders, forced to tilt her head back, enduring the man's passionate kiss.

His breathing grew heavier, his Adam's apple bobbed, and the hand around her waist tightened.

Too fierce, too intense.

Like a beast that has finally locked onto its prey, it marks and possesses it in the most primal way.

A soft moan escaped Shen Jingni's throat, as if she had no bones left, her whole body limp and weak as she leaned against him.

After a moment, Zhao Zonglan, with extreme restraint, released her lips, then pressed his forehead against hers, his breathing slightly rapid.

His voice was deep and husky, his sexy Adam's apple bobbing slightly, his breath alluring. "Be good, bear with it."

He wants her.

Zhao Zonglan could only prove it in this way.

She belongs to him.

Shen Jingni's body trembled suddenly.

I was so scared I wanted to hide.

She found Zhao Zonglan terrifying at that moment.

It was as if he wanted to devour her whole and integrate her into his very bones.

But Zhao Zonglan wouldn't allow her to hide.

This man's desire for control was stronger and more domineering than she had imagined.

He was nasty, yet incredibly patient, coaxing her into taking the initiative.

He held her earlobe in his mouth, his voice low and husky: "*Come up here."

It must be admitted that Zhao Zonglan has an exceptionally good figure.

He appears aloof and cold, but beneath that suit and shirt lies a deadly dose of potent drugs.

Under the light, his abdominal muscles were clearly defined, and his thigh muscles were full of powerful explosiveness.

...

Shen Jingni was held in his arms, with a cold, hard wall behind her. Her head was held in his palm so that she wouldn't get hurt.

Zhao Zonglan's arms were strong and powerful, with bulging veins on the back of his hands. He looked fierce, but his tone was gentle and coaxing. "My sweet baby, tell me you miss me."

She was no longer able to say anything.

She spoke haltingly, out of tune, her voice trembling with sobs: "I...I miss...you...brother..."

-

Rong Heng still got up early.

After breakfast, we had another video conference. It was almost nine o'clock, but I still hadn't seen Zhao Zonglan.

He asked Mingzhao behind him, "Fifth Brother, did you oversleep?"

Mingzhao shook his head.

Apart from Chang An, very few people really know about Mr. Zhao's private life.

Rong Heng took a sip of coffee and couldn't help but frown and analyze: "I feel that Fifth Brother has been acting strangely these past few days in America. Something just doesn't seem right."

"He didn't sleep a wink the night before and overslept again today. That's not like him at all."

Zhao Zonglan was a self-disciplined and extremely self-controlled person who rarely broke his principles in these trivial matters of life.

Rong Heng was worried about him.

He simply got up and walked towards Zhao Zonglan's bedroom.

"No, I have to go call him. We need to sign the contract later."

Mingzhao remembered the ashtray that had hit him on the shoulder; it really hurt.

He couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

“Young Master, Mr. Zhao is a man of good judgment. Perhaps he hasn’t had a good rest these past few days and just slept in a little longer. You should not disturb him.”

Rong Heng disagreed, "Oh, you don't understand my fifth brother. This is just unusual of him. I have to go and see him."

Mingzhao felt that his young master was really too much of a worry.

Before he could say anything more, Rong Heng had already knocked on Zhao Zonglan's bedroom door.

Shen Jingni was exhausted last night and finally managed to fall asleep when dawn was breaking.

The heavy curtains completely blocked out the morning light, and the bedroom was well soundproofed.

She curled up in Zhao Zonglan's arms and fell into a deep sleep.

But the knocking was urgent and loud, and soon it woke her up from her sleep.

However, Shen Jingni's mind was still hazy at this moment, and she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she whimpered in a coquettish manner, then snuggled closer into the man's arms.

Zhao Zonglan was tall and imposing, making Shen Jingni appear even smaller in his arms.

It really does resemble a noble yet lazy cat.

She's becoming more and more endearing.

Zhao Zonglan bent down and kissed her forehead, gently patting her thin back as if coaxing a child, "Go back to sleep, I'll go out and take a look."

Shen Jingni clung to his waist, refusing to let go.

Because of her drowsiness, her voice had a lazy, nasal tone as she pleaded domineeringly, "Um...you're not allowed to go."

"Sleep with me."

He was warm and smelled nice, and most importantly...

"I want to touch your abs."

Zhao Zonglan: "..."

This little guy is getting bolder and bolder; he starts teasing me first thing in the morning.

In the dim light, his gaze fell on her snow-white skin, and everywhere he looked, there were ambiguous marks.

He almost lost control last night.

Zhao Zonglan could only suppress the desire in his heart and let her hands do whatever they wanted on his waist and abs.

Rong Heng continued knocking on the door relentlessly.

Chang An rushed over and gently stopped him, saying, "Young Master Rong, the master is still resting. If you have anything to say, you can tell me first."

Rong Heng frowned unhappily. "Chang'an, isn't Fifth Brother's schedule a bit too strange lately? Haven't you noticed?"

"You still need to pay more attention to the people you serve."

Prince Rong's tone instantly turned stern, and he continued to criticize, "If you're by his side, you have to remind him to rest early at night, fulfill his duties, and not always be afraid of this and that."

Chang An responded humbly.

Rong Heng disliked Chang An's aloof personality.

The Crown Prince believed that people should be cheerful and lively.

He had a stern face and was about to continue criticizing Chang An when he saw the door open.

Zhao Zonglan was wearing a black silk nightgown, and several conspicuous, ambiguous red marks could be seen under the slightly open neckline, making it clear what had happened last night.

His expression was indifferent, and his gaze towards Rong Heng was somewhat cold. "Are you very free?"

The imposing manner that Prince Rong had just displayed when he was scolding people vanished completely.

"No, Fifth Brother, I... I just wanted to remind you that we have to sign a contract with Mr. Harvey at noon. Don't forget."

Before Zhao Zonglan could speak, a very soft female voice came from inside the bedroom.

"Zhao Zonglan, brother~"

Her tone was both coquettish and slightly annoyed.

It's very familiar.

Rong Heng was completely stunned.

This is...my sister-in-law?

Zhao Zonglan ignored Rong Heng and coldly instructed Chang An: "Tell Harvey to change the signing time to the afternoon."

"yes."

The bedroom door was closed again.

Prince Rong stood still, giving Chang An a fierce glare.

But because he has red lips and white teeth, big eyes, and looks young and tender, he is not dangerous at all.

Why didn't you tell me your sister-in-law was inside?

Chang An replied neither servilely nor arrogantly, "You didn't ask."

Rong Heng: "...#￥%." (Swearing)