The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

[What is the relationship between Feng Lan and the Newkman family?]

[The secret of "purple eyes", exploring the history of the Newman family]

[She is Her Majesty the Queen]

[Illusion? Hype? Or is the real princess appearing?]

[Feng Lan's principle was broken——"She is my Muse"]

[Famous genius designer Feng Lan claims to have found the only Muse goddess in his life]

Just when these overwhelming reports left all forces at a loss, the Newkman family released the latest announcement.

The Newman family's rivals were in disbelief.

That old man Alberto, they haven't celebrated the death of their only son enough, and now a new heir appears out of nowhere?

That old guy is in his sixties and has gone to the cemetery!

God!

There is still an heir?

In fact, members of the Newkman family were also severely shocked by the news.

……

Bright lights, countless flashes, Tang Tang looked at everyone calmly, then after standing still for three seconds, he turned and left.

Her gaze was too calm and she left too decisively. The catwalk itself was higher than the audience seats, which made many people below feel as if they had just been glanced over by the Queen.

"Okay, to be honest, I'm moved. Does anyone know who this model is?"

The people in the venue had not yet realized the shock of the outside news. They began to discuss in a low voice, but Tang Tang did not appear until the final closing.

Yes, Tang Tang did not attend either the opening or closing ceremony. She only appeared briefly in the middle, as if she was just a queen coming out to take a look at her subjects.

But her unique temperament, delicate face, and unforgettable purple eyes still left a deep enough impression on the fashion circle.

"My dear, I will deliver this complete set of clothes to your residence later."

Tang Tang smiled, "Really? This outfit must cost hundreds of millions."

The value of the gems in that pair of gold and jeweled shoes alone is as high as 80 million.

Not to mention the crown on Tang Tang’s head.

"Of course, but money is the least valuable thing."

Feng Lan's fingertips gently touched Tang Tang's curled eyelashes. Looking at the light gold powder at the end of her eyes, it was like the sparkling light in her purple eyes. Her tone was gentle but with a hint of danger. "My Muse, you just told me that you wanted to discuss business with Mr. Godfather. How come you suddenly became a member of the Newcomman family?"

Tang Tang raised his eyes and looked at Feng Lan with confidence. His purple eyes were clear and flawless.

"We are here to discuss business. Isn't blood also a bargaining chip?"

She had no intention of explaining anything to Feng Lan. She just let Feng Lan fill in the blanks in his own imagination.

"I feel like I'm being used by little Muse," Feng Lan came closer. The smell of her perfume was very special, and her body seemed to have the smell of burnt leather. There was a sense of wanton invasion.

It is thick, strong and arrogant.

He trapped Tang Tang in the chair, like a solid cage, and gradually moved closer. Tang Tang raised her eyes slightly and could see Feng Lan's thick eyelashes.

"So, make it up to me, okay?"

Tang Tang didn't care about this ambiguous confinement, she just relaxed in the soft chair, her red lips curled slightly when she heard the words, as if she was smiling, "How can I compensate you?"

As if he was allowed to invade the territory, Feng Lan's eyes suddenly became dark with a hint of intoxication. His throat was dry and moved slightly.

Just like stroking the head of a wild animal, Tang Tang's hand stroked the back of Feng Lan's head. The silver hair in his hand was unexpectedly soft. Tang Tang rubbed it in a good mood, and then pressed Feng Lan's head down slightly.

"Good dog, the master will reward you."

Even though Feng Lan trapped her and she was enveloped in Feng Lan's arms, she still maintained the posture of a master, pressing Feng Lan and kissing her lips with a controlling casualness.

So soft.

Feng Lan was like a dog whose neck was suddenly hugged. His body was stiff and he allowed Tang Tang to manipulate him. When he bent down and kissed her soft lips, he subconsciously widened his eyes.

And kind of cute.

Tang Tang rubbed Feng Lan's red earlobe and patted his face, "Is that enough?"

“Not enough!”

Feng Lan looked at the moist light on Tang Tang's lips and her skilled and casual attitude. His eyes suddenly became fierce, and finally he lowered his head, pouncing like a beast on the meal he had longed for.

The vague words were lost in the entanglement of lips and teeth. Feng Lan's ears were red, and the kiss was messy.

……

When Tang Tang left, Feng Lan was like a hesitant young wife. Especially when she saw Tang Xiao standing behind Tang Tang naturally with a smile on his face, she felt like a puppy whose territory was occupied and her fur was about to stand on end.

"Dear Muse, you really have a cold heart."

Tang Tang ignored Feng Lan's words, rolled his eyes, and unconsciously touched the slightly numb teeth mark on his lower lip.

Are these men all dogs?

Last time, Qi Yan was in the bar and he also bit her neck. This time, Feng Lan bit her lips again.

She almost laughed out loud.

Tang Xiao looked at Tang Tang's fingertips, which then fell on her slightly red lips, and narrowed his eyes.

Looking at Feng Lan's arrogant smile, Tang Xiao simply handed a slightly thick stack of documents to Tang Tang, "Master, this is the list you ordered before."

Not knowing what Tang Tang’s attitude towards Feng Lan was, Tang Xiao spoke vaguely. Tang Tang understood, nodded, took it and got in the car.

The car started, Tang Tang looked at Feng Lan outside the window and raised his eyebrows, "See you next time, good dog."

The reporters and media who were stopped outside finally broke through the security blockade, but from afar they could only see the girl helping the housekeeper beside her into the car, and then revealing the face that amazed everyone, and seemed to say something to Feng Lan.

In the end they didn't have time to interview, and all that was left for them was Feng Lan with a stern face and the convoy that was gradually moving away.

As for the interview with Feng Lan...

Thinking of the famous scene last time where a reporter was ridiculed again and again by Feng Lan and finally left with his face covered, the reporters present all took a step back silently.

"Why, you don't have anything to ask today?"

Feng Lan frowned impatiently, looked at the reporter closest to him, and hooked his finger at him, "Come here and ask."

The reporter was a young man. He took his master to the toilet. He had almost thought about how he would die. Looking at Feng Lan's face, which was as cold as a thousand-year-old ice cube, he subconsciously raised the microphone in his hand and asked, "Mr. Feng Lan, may I ask if the mysterious lady who suddenly appeared on your show is really your lover as the rumors say?"

Everyone looked at Feng Lan, who was originally cold and angry, and looked like he could hit someone in the next second, but suddenly his brows softened and he even smiled at the reporter who was asking the question.