Chapter 72 You Are My Little Friend

Such a threatening implication is all too obvious.

But Shen Jingni couldn't bring herself to say it.

How embarrassing.

Zhao Zonglan then maliciously switched hands again.

He was sometimes forceful, and sometimes he deliberately stopped...

This feeling of being torn apart is unbearable.

Shen Jingni tried desperately to dodge, but Zhao Zonglan pressed her back down, rendering her unable to move.

He leaned close to her ear, his deep, magnetic voice full of seduction: "Only obedient children will be rewarded."

Shen Jingni cried.

She called out intermittently, in a coquettish voice, "*, please...please..."

She said the word sounded sweet, inexplicably pleasant and alluring.

Zhao Zonglan's eyes were dark as he lowered his head to kiss her cheek, rewarding her with, "My good baby."

With a click, he unbuckled the metal belt buckle with one hand.

...

Zhao Zonglan has always been very assertive.

And they always mix sweet and dirty.

An hour later, Shen Jingni was forced to turn over.

Zhao Zonglan pressed against her back, leaning in to kiss her snow-white neck fiercely.

"If I ever see you being so close to another man again..."

"Baby, I'll fuck you to death."

...

In the latter half of the night, a light rain began to fall outside, making the room feel damp.

Shen Jingni was so tired that she fell asleep again.

Looking at her peaceful sleeping face and those ambiguous marks, Zhao Zonglan's Adam's apple bobbed, and his craving for a cigarette kicked in.

He took a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and leaned lazily against the headboard, his other hand encircling the person in his arms.

Just as I was about to flick the lighter, the little darling in my arms seemed to be sleeping restlessly, muttering and begging for mercy.

At that moment, Zhao Zonglan's heart softened.

He held the cigarette between his fingers, kissed her forehead, and gently patted the girl's back.

He only got out of bed after she had fallen into a deep sleep, casually throwing on a bathrobe.

Zhao Zonglan stood on the terrace, flicked his lighter and lit a cigarette, his dark eyes gazing at the sparse lights of the night in the distance.

The rain tonight is light, and it occasionally drifts in with the cool sea breeze.

It was a bit cold, but for Zhao Zonglan, it was just right; it helped him calm down.

At midnight, San Francisco sheds the hustle and bustle of the day. The Golden Gate Bridge stands majestically in the night, and the lighthouse beams sweep across the water, making the light and shadow seem to flow and come alive.

For a fleeting moment, Zhao Zonglan suddenly felt that this gentle city was actually not bad at all.

-

The next day, Rong Heng was sent back to the capital by people arranged by Zhao Zonglan.

The Crown Prince felt a little wronged.

He just asked his sister-in-law to put on a face mask, how could that be wrong?

But it's all good. Things are almost done. He doesn't want to stay in the United States any longer. He's not used to it. Since Fifth Brother told him to go back, then he'll go back.

Shen Jingni slept until noon.

Of course, she also received many pieces of jewelry as she wished.

Today is Zhao Zonglan's birthday.

She secretly went out and made him a cake.

However, her skills weren't great, and the cake didn't look very appealing...

But Shen Jingni never engages in internal strife.

Even if a cake made by a fairy is ugly, it is still precious.

Zhao Zonglan must like it.

Jingyao Capital's US branch was established under the personal guidance of Zhao Zonglan.

The prestige and status of this branch are self-evident.

Xiang Xu'an has always wanted to cooperate with Zhao Zonglan. Although the two sides currently have cooperative projects, he is not satisfied.

In the afternoon, Xiang Xu'an found an excuse to visit, ostensibly to deliver a visiting card.

His wife's birthday is tomorrow, and he's hosting a banquet, inviting Zhao Zonglan to join him for a drink.

After delivering the invitations, I happened to run into Shen Jingni, who had just returned from outside.

Although Xiang Xu'an was middle-aged, he was extremely lecherous. He not only openly kept several young and beautiful women at home, but also had countless mistresses outside.

The moment I saw Shen Jingni.

He felt he had wasted his life.

This girl was extremely beautiful, with a temperament as pure as snowflakes in the moonlight, and a stunningly beautiful figure.

Xiang Xu'an was stunned.

Shen Jingni felt that the way he was looking at her was a bit presumptuous.

She abruptly turned her face away and walked briskly into the house.

With just one side of her face, the light red hickeys on her neck were exposed to Xiang Xu'an's eyes.

The Xiang family has been living abroad for years. Although Xiang Xu'an had played cards with Zhao Zonglan and a few others when he returned to China before, there was no news of him having a woman by his side.

News from abroad is less accessible than news from within China.

Xiang Xu'an stared at Shen Jingni's retreating figure, narrowed his eyes, and turned to ask his assistant, "Is that Zhao Zonglan's woman?"

The assistant shook his head: "Chairman Xiang, we haven't received any news."

Then it's very likely that someone sent it.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Zonglan also started keeping a mistress in a gilded cage.

But that's understandable.

Who wouldn't like such a beautiful girl?

Xiang Xu'an smiled slightly, touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and looked amused.

-

Zhao Zonglan never celebrates his birthday.

If Shen Jingni hadn't mentioned it, he probably would have forgotten about it himself.

The little ritualistic item had already prompted Chang An to light the candles.

Then, in a sweet and coquettish voice, she urged him to make a wish: "Zhao Zonglan, hurry up, the candle is about to burn out."

Zhao Zonglan did not believe in these things and remained unmoved.

Shen Jingni looked anxious and forcefully lifted his hands together, pressing them together in a prayer position.

Then, in a fierce tone, she said, "This is a cake I made for you myself, so hurry up and close your eyes and make a wish."

Zhao Zonglan's eyes widened slightly in surprise.

A moment later, she slowly closed her eyes.

The cake has a warm red surface and is shaped like a heart. However, because the person who made the cake was not very skilled, the shape is a bit flawed, but it has a sweet apple fragrance.

The dim candlelight flickered on top of the cake, casting a warm, golden glow on their faces.

After blowing out the candles, Shen Jingni took out the gift she had prepared and placed it in Zhao Zonglan's palm.

It was a longevity lock made of pure gold.

It has a heavy texture and a warm color, and is carved with a Qilin, which symbolizes good fortune.

The front is engraved with the words: "May you live a long and healthy life, and have peace and safety every year."

The name Zhao Zonglan is engraved on the back.

Shen Jingni made no attempt to take credit, her tone even quite smug: "This is gold that I got from a hundred people, specially made for you as a longevity lock. Luckily I have good connections, otherwise it would have taken quite a bit of time."

Qin Muhuan, that stingy girl, still wants to go back.

She even added, "Hehe, this won't break if you drop it."

Zhao Zonglan lowered his eyes and glanced at the longevity lock in his hand. His expression was indifferent, but a certain place in his heart was inadvertently filled again.

He had never received such a birthday gift before.

Those bleak years of his youth that he wanted to forget seemed to be locked away in the depths of time by this longevity lock.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Shen Jingni threw herself into his arms again, her voice sweet and affectionate, "Happy birthday to our little Zonglan, may you have peace and safety every year."

It must be admitted that some people are born into happy and fulfilling families, so they are born with a natural talent for loving others. This has nothing to do with kinship or romantic love... it's just an instinct.

Just like Shen Jingni right now.

Zhao Zonglan was good to her, so she chose to be good to him in return.

This is perfectly fair.

"kid?"

Zhao Zonglan pressed down on her waist, his brows furrowed slightly.

“Hmm,” Shen Jingni looked at his handsome face and smiled brightly, “My grandmother said that birthdays are for children.”

"I see." He said casually, pressing his forehead against hers, and asked softly, "And what about you?"

His breath was hot, and the woody sandalwood scent on his body seemed to be mixed with a touch of intoxicating musk, making Shen Jingni a little distracted.

"I... I didn't have a birthday... um..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Zonglan kissed her on the lips.

Amidst the confusion of lust.

He held her close, his voice low and deep, whispering against her ear: "You are my little friend."

It belongs to Zhao Zonglan alone.