The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

He never had a good temper.

You have to know that this group of rich second-generations have never suffered any hardship since childhood. Although education has made them polite to most people, their temper under this politeness is quite bad.

Wang Feiyan, who was driving, felt that there was something wrong with the car behind him, and Cong Lang, who was standing next to him, was laughing.

"Hahaha, Yan Zi, the person behind you can't be one of your ex-girlfriends, right? She's turning love into hate."

Wang Feiyan stepped on the accelerator and gritted his teeth, "Get lost, I'm a pure boy."

He accelerated suddenly, severely blowing away the exhaust gas of the car behind him. As a result, he saw the car behind him also accelerated suddenly, honking its horn all the way as it chased after him.

"no?"

Not only was Wang Feiyan speechless, but even the cars passing by began to slow down out of curiosity, and then many people rolled down the passenger window and leaned out to look curiously.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Tang Tang looked at Wang Feiyan in front of her who would glance at her from time to time through the rearview mirror, and laughed so hard that she lay down on the back seat, holding her stomach.

Finally, everyone saw Wang Feiyan driving his sports car, and then he started honking the horn angrily, beeping, beeping, beeping, trying to drown out the horn of the Gust behind him.

It's like he's lost his mind due to anger.

"Master," Tang Xiao laughed, "laughing too loudly right after a meal can cause side stitches."

"OK, OK, stop laughing," Tang Tang said, and couldn't help bursting out laughing twice.

Then they arrived at a large parking lot exit. There were no cars entering from either side. Watching Wang Feiyan turn in, Tang Tang, who was originally planning to go home directly, also signaled Tang Xiao to follow suit.

Wang Feiyan was already furious because of the honking of the horns behind him, and now seeing that the Ghost actually followed him in, he put on a sinister smile, stepped on the accelerator, turned the steering wheel, and forcibly stopped the car behind him.

"Fuck, I want to see who the psychopath is."

"Hey Yanzi Yanzi, don't be anxious. There is a lot of space for people on the Gust. We two can't defeat them."

Cong Lang said that he couldn't beat him, but he didn't stop Wang Feiyan. He just stood out from the passenger seat, leaned against the car door, and watched with a smile as Wang Feiyan walked aggressively to the front of the blocked Guster.

Can't beat it?

That's not necessarily true.

Wang Feiyan has been training with Jiang Ranbei since he was a child, and has learned most of the orthodox fighting techniques in the army.

Not to mention himself.

He has been practicing kick-boxing since he was young. In a previous match, he kicked an opponent who was more than 40 pounds heavier than him and sent him to the hospital.

So he didn't stop Wang Feiyan. After all, he was a little curious about who had nothing to do.

Cong Lang was just planning to watch the show when he saw Wang Feiyan walk over angrily and kick the door twice, cursing, "Are you sick? If you have Parkinson's, go to the hospital right away. Why are you honking here?"

Then he didn't say a few words before the back seat door opened.

From Cong Lang's perspective, he could only vaguely see the figure inside. Then he saw Wang Feiyan stunned, and then asked in disbelief, "Ah?"

Then, after two seconds of strange silence, he jumped into the car.

It was exactly the same movement as when Sid jumped under his car.

Cong Lang: ???

No, didn’t Wang Feiyan go to look for trouble? Why did he just get into the car?

Tang Tang, who was sitting in the car, looked at Wang Feiyan, whose pupils were dizzy and he couldn't believe it, and smiled and made a "yeah" gesture with his fingers beside his head, "Oh, what a coincidence."

"You big-headed ghost!" Wang Feiyan gritted his teeth, picked up the small pillow placed behind him and threw it at Tang Tang, "I thought it was some psychopath.

Tang Tang reached out and grabbed the pillow, hugged it in his arms, and said with a smile, "I'll try to see if my new car horn works."

"It works, of course it doesn't work," Wang Feiyan laughed, "It works incredibly well."

"It's OK as long as it works," Tang Tang smiled confidently, "Your trumpet works pretty well too."

Unable to hit or scold, Wang Feiyan groaned and finally retorted in a low voice, "Your brain is not working well."

"What are you talking about?" Tang Tang heard it and raised his eyebrows to look at Wang Feiyan.

Wang Feiyan immediately saved his face, "I said my brain is not working well."

I think you have no brains.

Cong Lang, who didn't know why Wang Feiyan suddenly got on the car, was walking by and happened to hear Wang Feiyan's clear self-awareness, which shocked him.

"Yanzi, who is this?"

He originally wanted to call Wang Feiyan, but when he looked up, he saw Tang Tang sitting next to him.

She is fair and beautiful, with a pair of purple eyes that seem to carry a radiant smile.

Wow, beautiful sister.

Wait… He thought about it again.

Then he took out his cell phone, found the videos that had just been sent in the group chat and enlarged them.

Finally, he looked up at Tang Tang again.

Okay, confirmed, exactly the same.

So he smiled as if he was not unfamiliar with her, "Ms. Tang? Nice to meet you. I am Yan Zi's childhood friend, Cong Lang."

?

Wang Feiyan turned around and stared at Cong Lang suspiciously, "How do you know her name?"

Then he turned back and looked at Tang Tang who was curiously watching the show and warned, "This guy is not a good person. He is a playboy in the nightclub. Don't believe his lies."

Cong Lang was speechless.

Tang Tang smiled, "Hello Mr. Cong, I am Tang Tang."

"I and Lao Jiang's sister, understand?"

Wang Feiyan cast a threatening look at Cong Lang, "Don't bring your tricks to my sister."

Tsk.

Cong Lang leaned against the car door and replied lazily, "I know."

He is a little fickle, but he also knows his limits.

Besides, he just likes to play, but he is also a mysophobe, so at most he just drinks some wine and dances, he is not a crazy Teddy bear.

Moreover, seeing Wang Feiyan's protective eyeball-like attitude, how could he have any bad thoughts?

Looking at his private jet and his current Gust, it is obvious that he is quite financially strong and he is not a fool.

"Where are you going?"

"Why did you suddenly come to City A early?"

"Has Miss Tang had her meal?"

Since they were all acquaintances, the atmosphere became more relaxed. Someone wanted to break the silence, but unexpectedly, the three of them spoke in unison.

Then the three of them looked at each other and laughed out loud.

They were young people, full of vigor and vitality. Plus, Wang Feiyan had a natural sense of humor, so the atmosphere among the three of them became much more familiar within a few minutes.

"I've finished my work in City B, and school is about to start, so I might as well come to City A to have some fun in advance."

"Then do you have a place to stay? I see you are coming from the direction of the Ambassador Hotel."

"Staying in a hotel again? You came to City A and you didn't tell me. How could I let you stay in a hotel?"