The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

"Master, what is in your arms?"

Tang Xiao was originally helping Tang Tang tidy up the room.

As Tang Tang's personal butler, he was responsible for organizing almost all of Tang Tang's personal belongings.

This is probably the possessiveness of the butler.

Tang Xiao has always believed that no one can take good care of his master except himself.

Seeing Tang Tang suddenly appear in front of him, Tang Xiao was not surprised at all. He just tilted his head and looked at the furry creature that kept surging in his little master's arms.

Tang Tang subconsciously supported the tiger cub's front leg sockets, like holding up Simba in The Lion King, and lifted it up to introduce it to Tang Xiao, "It's a little tiger, I picked it up."

As if in response to Tang Tang's words, the little tiger also roared at Tang Xiao.

It's quite cute, but in Tang Xiao's eyes, the owner who was seriously introducing the little tiger to him was obviously more adorable.

However, seeing the little tiger with mud all over its feet, kicking around in its owner's arms and stepping on the milk from time to time, Tang Xiao felt subtly unhappy.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the little tiger, then looked away.

Tang Xiao smiled helplessly, "Give it to me. Is its hind legs injured? I'll take it to find Tang Yu. You have footprints all over your body."

"Here," Tang Tang stretched out his hand to hand the little tiger to Tang Xiao, but he didn't expect that as soon as Tang Xiao stretched out his hand, the little tiger, which had originally had a pitiful face, suddenly changed its expression, bared its teeth and looked at him uncomfortably, and whimpered.

Then he kept trying to move closer to Tang Tang's arms.

Tang Tang was afraid that it would fall, so he quickly reached out and hugged it.

Tang Xiao narrowed his eyes, and while the little tiger was not paying attention, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of its neck. With his other hand, he held its butt and pulled it out of Tang Tang's arms.

Looking at the confused little tiger who hadn't reacted yet, Tang Tang couldn't help laughing. He moved closer to it, touched its head, and stroked its fur, saying, "I'm going to take a bath. You just be good and listen to me."

Tang Xiao lowered his eyes and looked at the master in front of him with great concentration.

……

"Hey, what are you carrying?"

At this moment, Tang Yu was in the laboratory doing some inhumane experiment, looking around with a microscope.

Although they didn't get along with each other, they were all loyal to Tang Tang, so they just bickered and annoyed each other.

Tang Yu was about to laugh at the thing Tang Xiao was holding, which was as fat as a pig, when he heard Tang Xiao say, "The master picked it up."

Tang Yu's tone suddenly changed, "Carrying a... um, it's quite cute."

He took the struggling little tiger with a bit of disgust and washed it in the sink.

Perhaps it was because it was away from Tang Tang, the little tiger's animal instinct made it feel that the two men in front of it were very scary, so it became much more obedient.

Tang Yu washed it, took it out and dried it, then used the hair dryer used to dry experimental materials in the laboratory to dry it. It became fragrant and soft.

He lowered his head to check and found that the wound on the little tiger's hind leg was a little inflamed. He applied some medicine to it, wrapped it with a bandage, and then handed it to Tang Xiao.

"Take it away."

Tang Yu had already started washing his hands. He had always had a serious obsession with cleanliness, it was even a little pathological, but it didn't work on Tang Tang.

Last time in the Newkman family's laboratory, he gave his white coat to Tang Tang, and later he brought the white coat back to China from Italy intact.

It's now hanging in the closet next to his bed.

It's a bit perverted too.

Tang Xiao ignored it and took the little tiger to report to Tang Tang.

When he returned to Tang Tang's room, there was no one inside and he could only hear the clear sound of water coming from the bathroom.

The sound of water in the shower was loud and familiar.

Tang Xiao sat on the sofa, holding the little tiger on his lap and looking at it, "Behave yourself."

But most of the time, no matter what kind of cub it is, it won't behave itself.

Back in Tang Tang's room, the little tiger's keen sense of smell told it that it was back in a safe place, so its tail lifted up again and it was no longer afraid of Tang Xiao who was trying to catch it.

It struggled free from Tang Xiao's legs and climbed onto the sofa with great interest, sniffing here and there, scratching it with its claws from time to time.

Tang Xiao was about to stop it when he suddenly heard a sound coming from the bathroom.

It belongs to the master.

Tang Xiao was startled and heard the content clearly.

The master said, "…Is anyone there?"

He replied subconsciously, "Master, I'm here."

Tang Tang in the bathroom was also stunned.

She didn't expect Tang Xiao to come back so soon. Seeing that the fur on the little tiger's hind legs was tangled with blood, she thought it would take some time to treat the wound, but she didn't expect it to be so soon.

If she hadn't heard some noise in the room just now, she would have pushed the door open and walked out naked.

When she was taking a shower just now, she lost hold of the bath towel and it fell to the ground.

Tang Tang hesitated for only two seconds before knocking on the door and saying, "I don't have a bath towel. Get me one."

Hearing this, Tang Xiao, who was outside the door, stood up and opened the closet. The neatly folded bath towels inside were washed and disinfected daily. In fact, he had folded each one the night before and put them in with his own hands.

He picked up the top one, which was wide, white, and soft.

His heartbeat quickened slightly, Tang Xiao's Adam's apple rolled, and he walked to the bathroom and knocked gently on the door.

"Owner."

Click.

He heard the sound of the bathroom doorknob being turned from the inside, and then the door was opened. A dim halo of light spread out on the frosted glass, and as the gap in the door widened, moist water vapor with a faint scent of jasmine blew in his face.

Extremely ambiguous.

His breathing stagnated and he said hoarsely, "Master, your towel."

Tang Tang said "hmm" and stretched out an arm to take it.

There were rolling water droplets on her white and slender naked arms. She reached down and accidentally grabbed Tang Xiao's forearm.

The slightly cool and smooth suit material, and the strong and powerful forearms underneath.

She was stunned for a moment, then her hand slid down. She tried twice to grab the towel but failed. She looked a little cute as she fumbled around.

Tang Xiao laughed, and suddenly raised his hand to hold Tang Tang's still wet wrist.

The invisible and smooth skin, because of the blessing of water droplets, has a touch as warm as jade. Tang Xiao gently held it, and then led Tang Tang's hand to fall on the towel.

"Master, here."

When his hand touched the material of the bath towel, it felt familiar. Tang Tang immediately grabbed it and pulled it back, leaving behind a "Got it."

Finally closed the door.

The steam that was just in the air was instantly trapped in the bathroom by the door, but the scent of jasmine lingered and even lingered between Tang Xiao's nostrils.

He raised his right hand that had just held his master's wrist, and the delicate and smooth touch still remained in the palm of his hand.

Like a pervert, Tang Xiao smiled helplessly, but still raised his hand and then sniffed it gently.

A little bit of jasmine scent.