The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

When the man lowered his eyes, his eyelashes were thick and curled, even forming a small shadow under his eyes, making Zhou Huai's facial features appear more profound.

Zhou Huai was very sensible and his close contact with Tang Tang was only two or three seconds, but it was enough time for him to fasten his seat belt.

He started the engine and drove off.

"Does Miss Tang get carsick? There are a lot of things in the drawer below, water if you're thirsty, toilet paper, or motion sickness medicine."

Zhou Huai considered it carefully. After talking about the motion sickness medicine, he said softly, "But I have prepared a fruit plate. The oranges and grapefruits are peeled. If the motion sickness is not severe, you can try eating some fruit."

Such thoughtfulness and meticulousness clearly show Zhou Huai's care and consideration.

Tang Tang casually picked up an orange and ate it slowly, looking at Zhou Huai with amusement and said, "Mr. Zhou has considered everything."

Zhou Huai drove the car, looking ahead, and said, "After all, it is Zhou who is taking care of Miss Tang. What if I can't even take care of her and Miss Tang doesn't allow me to be her friend?"

Tang Tang was too lazy to talk to him. What kind of friend did he want to be?

Sima Zhao's intention is known to everyone.

Tang Tang accepted it calmly and even had time to observe Zhou Huai who was driving.

If I were to use an adjective to describe Zhou Huai, it would probably be a gentle husband.

He still has that kind of feeling of a husband who appears distant to the outside world but is extremely different inside.

The black sweater he wore made him look casual yet elegant. He looked less like a representative of Hong Kong's new generation of domineering CEOs and more like a well-off university professor.

At this moment, his pair of slender hands were holding the steering wheel. Because of the forward movement, one of his hands revealed an inch of white arm, and the muscle lines on it were extremely sexy.

Especially with a Richard Miller watch on it, the overall look is not so mature and stable.

"Do you want to listen to music?" The car was too quiet. In order to prevent Tang Tang from getting bored, Zhou Huai reached out and turned on the radio.

Tang Tang swiped casually and accidentally clicked on one, and then the accompaniment sounded.

A familiar voice came bit by bit, and a deep male voice slowly sounded, it was a song called "Under the Mount Fuji".

"The rain blocking the road is like snowflakes"

"Are you cold while weeping?"

"I polished this windbreaker until it has a corsage."

……

“Who can own Mount Fuji with love?”

……

The lingering Cantonese language always has a special taste of indulgence. The sad melody combined with the hopeless lyrics makes people feel like there is a lump in the throat. Zhou Huai suddenly reached out and turned off the radio.

He sighed, breaking the atmosphere in the car, and chuckled, "Has Miss Tang ever been to Mount Fuji?"

Tang Tang shook his head, "No, I don't really like climbing mountains."

She only wants the mountain for me, and never wants me for the mountain.

Zhou Huai drove and looked at the road. After a moment, he said, "Will Mount Fuji really be privately owned?"

Tang Tang, are you willing to consider giving him a chance to be together?

Tang Tang also looked at the road ahead, and many figures appeared in his mind, including Zhou Huai beside him, or other people.

She finally smiled and said, "No, a mountain is just a mountain, but the forests are lush and green, and there is always a place where things grow luxuriantly."

No, she is a mountain and not a mountain. She still has a long journey to go and will not stop for anyone.

Those who want to stay will naturally stay. There is a lot of room left around Tang Tang, and she has always been a casual person.

Zhou Huai understood what Tang Tang meant. After a moment, he laughed, his tone gentle but firm, "Mount Fuji cannot be privately owned by anyone, but the fireworks over Victoria Harbour can bloom for just one person."

He said, "Miss Tang, after today, can I invite you to watch the fireworks together?"

Tang Tang looked at him and finally said, "Okay."

……

"I don't know if Miss Tang has heard of this, but my uncle's surname is Baili, and his name is Baili Qing. He mainly runs the maritime transportation business. He was basically in the Wu Country before, and he has a very high status in the overseas Chinese community."

Zhou Huai got Tang Tang's consent for the next invitation, and his eyes softened. He whispered to Tang Tang about this golden wedding party.

"Uncle Shi had accumulated a lot of capital and properties overseas before, but as he got older, he and his wife returned to their hometown in Hong Kong."

"This is Uncle Shi's golden wedding party, and it's also his first appearance since returning to China."

Zhou Huai smiled and said, "Come to think of it, the elders in Miss Tang's family might know Uncle Shi."

"Hmm?" Tang Tang tilted her head to look at him. Her hair was lightly permed today, and it was loose to frame her face. At this moment, the ends of her hair swept across Tang Tang's cheeks, and a few soft strands of hair rubbed against her lips which were coated with lip gloss.

Seeing this, Zhou Huai's eyes fell on Tang Tang's lips. They were the color of a dried rose, a light red that spread outward from the lips, and had the luster of lip gloss, looking extremely soft.

"Tangtang," Zhou Huai suddenly whispered, lowering his eyes, gently but with a bit of aggressiveness, he said, "It's stained."

Then his warm hand gently touched Tang Tang's cheek and he held it lightly, as if he was being a gentleman.

But his fingers gently pressed on Tang Tang's lips again, pressing down slightly, and the lips that were crystal clear and soft just now sank with the force.

Then he rubbed his fingertips slowly and gently, pushing those naughty strands of hair aside.

Tang Tang also lowered her eyes and looked at the red mark on Zhou Huai's fingertips as he left.

She laughed and said, "What should I do? You wiped off my lipstick. How can you compensate me?"

"Ah, what should I do?" Zhou Huai came closer. His clear and handsome eyebrows were very handsome. There was a murderous smile on his face. The corners of his eyes were curved, making him look particularly gentle.

Obviously, Zhou Huai is a man in a high position in Gangcheng, and being gentle alone is not enough. The inherent predatory nature of businessmen still exists in him and is even deeply rooted.

But it is this charming tenderness and danger that makes Zhou Huai have an alluring charm in contrast.

"How to do it?"

There was also a smile in Tang Tang's eyes, like ripples in the water, gentle as a swallow skimming across the water.

She reached out and held the hand that Zhou Huai had just used to stroke her lips, and as if the scene just now was replaying, she guided the slightly hard fingertips to rub her lips again.

The lipstick was rubbed off and stuck to Zhou Huai's fingertips, making the red even brighter.

Zhou Huai never resisted and let Tang Tang tease him.

Finally, Tang Tang slowly slid her fingers into Zhou Huai's fingers, interlocked their fingers, and then led his hand back to Zhou Huai's lips.

Then she smiled gently, a little temptingly, "Put it on, let me see?"

Zhou Huai was slightly surprised, his thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he obediently pressed his lips with his fingertips.

His lips were a little pale, and the lipstick on his fingertips only added a little bit of blush.

Very obediently, he stared at Tang Tang, with a full sense of being a husband, and an inexplicable active temptation.

He did it on purpose.

Tang Tang reached out and pulled the man down, then accepted the temptation and kissed Zhou Huai's lips. A vague female voice murmured and disappeared in between, "It's not red enough... Let me help you..."

(Super contrast Zhou Huai.)