The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

"There's something wrong with you."

Tang Tang was casually playing a mindless game on his iPad and looked up when he heard this.

Feng Lan stood in front of Tang Tang, his expression looking a bit annoyed, like a puppy whose food had been taken away.

He was so anxious that he turned around and looked at Tang Tang who ignored him again and again, and finally asked with certainty, "Dear Muse, did you sleep with Qi Yan?"

"Cough cough cough..." Tang Tang was drinking water and was choked.

It’s not that she felt ashamed of such things, but she didn’t know why Feng Lan could guess it right.

Tang Tang put the iPad aside and leaned on the sofa to look at him, "Why do you say that?"

She was really curious.

Feng Lan was almost going crazy when he saw that Tang Tang did not deny it!

Damn! Damn!

It had only been one day since Tang Tang came back from Aishan! Just one day! In just one day, Qi Yan climbed into Tang Tang's bed!

Feng Lan now looks like a dog whose meat and bones have been taken away.

He gritted his teeth. You know, he had a legal gun license when he was abroad. If he hadn't had his brains still intact, Feng Lan would have wanted to shoot Qi Yan a few times to send him to heaven.

Seeing Tang Tang's curious expression, Feng Lan was extremely jealous and immediately leaned over to him, his handsome and sharp face full of frustration and grievance.

Logically speaking, given Feng Lan's cynical personality towards others, he shouldn't have been so defeated.

But Tang Tang is the only person who can touch his emotions in his single artistic career and even in his life.

So he now had a feeling that his favorite treasure had been taken away by force.

He immediately hugged Tang Tang into his arms, kissed her here, sniffed her there, and even cried in his voice, "You, you, he is good-looking, and I am not bad either! You kissed me in Italy before, and we were obviously in the same position, why are you still biased!"

No, you are a mental patient, why are you pretending to be so aggrieved now?

Feng Lan's thick eyebrows were furrowed together, and his eyes, which were originally full of wanton smiles, were now full of grievance. He lowered his head and kept adding fuel to the fire at Tang Tang. Although his nostrils were filled with the scent of Tang Tang's perfume, Feng Lan always felt that he could smell the scent of Qi Yan, the peacock.

He was about to cry, and he wasn't pretending, he was really feeling wronged!

He whined and moaned, feeling more and more aggrieved, and in the end he actually cried with that unruly and sharp face of his.

Feng Lan choked up with tears falling down her cheeks. "You are biased. How can you be biased? Whether you are in Italy or not, I contact you every day, but you don't even reply to me, and you still think I am annoying!"

"You, you, just because he is in China, he is close to the water, and the one who is close to the water gets the moon first..."

The more he talked, the more he couldn't stop. Feng Lan was now so angry that he was about to go crazy. He hugged Tang Tang tightly while crying, but he felt uncomfortable for some reason.

He no longer felt like the crazy artist he had before, but just like a dog who found out his home had been robbed.

Still a wild dog!

In his previous life, Tang Tang often heard that foreigners were psychologically fragile and would collapse if told that no one loved them.

She originally thought it was a joke, but seeing Feng Lan's current state, it actually seemed somewhat believable.

She was a little confused for a moment, and no one told her that Feng Lan could cry so easily.

Perhaps because he had confronted Feng Lan so many times before, Tang Tang did not react immediately. Instead, he maintained his previous attitude and said directly, "Are you pretending or are you serious?"

Feng Lan was truly desperate when he heard his most obsessed muse asking this question.

He raised his head and kissed Tang Tang's lips, using the kissing technique that Tang Tang had taught him before.

He kissed her fiercely, wishing to block every word Tang Tang said.

She was crying and shedding tears, maybe she was really out of control of her emotions.

Tang Tang felt that what he said was a bit hurtful. Looking at Feng Lan in front of him, he felt a little soft-hearted. He let him kiss him and touched his hair, which felt a bit prickly.

Feng Lan kissed her eagerly and a little fiercely, and he was so reckless that he even hit her lips with the first kiss.

Tang Tang couldn't help it and felt that the kissing skills were quite bad, just like the kiss they had in Italy.

Feng Lan noticed that Tang Tang was not concentrating and was so angry that he didn't know what to do. He pressed her into his arms and kissed her, but the more he kissed, the angrier he got.

"Okay, okay," Tang Tang pushed the man away slightly and said helplessly, "It's okay."

"You are so impatient with me," Feng Lan looked straight at Tang Tang, unhappy, "I am not inferior to him."

He lowered his eyebrows, "Dear Muse, I originally had a gift for you."

Tang Tang paused and looked at him, only to find that Feng Lan was wearing very simple clothes today.

As an internationally renowned young talented designer, Feng Lan usually has an avant-garde and bold fashion sense, and often has outstanding overall outfits that are quite pleasing to the eye.

But today Feng Lan was only wearing a loose black long-sleeved shirt with a slightly straight neckline, and a pair of loose trousers.

The only accessories on her body were a metal necklace and earrings around her neck.

Feng Lan looked at Tang Tang, the flattery and aggression in his eyes were very direct.

In front of Tang Tang, he lifted up his loose hem, revealing his thin waist with clear abdominal muscles.

Tang Tang finally understood why Feng Lan was dressed so simply today.

The pants were also low-waisted, and there was a clear tattoo on Feng Lan's right hipbone.

It must have just been tattooed, and it's still red and swollen. It's a string of letters, which is... the English version of Nicoletta.

Feng Lan, actually tattooed Tang Tang's name on his body without saying a word.

Tang Tang's eyelashes fluttered as she looked at the red and swollen tattoo, then reached out and gently touched it.

At the same time, Feng Lan's tears fell on the back of Tang Tang's hand.

It’s so hot.

Tang Tang looked up suddenly, only to see Feng Lan looking down at him, his eyes red and he began to cry again.

Damn!

She gritted her teeth, pulled him down, wiped the tears from his face with her hands, and then scolded him, "Are you a child who cries when you can't have candy? You're crying again."

Feng Lan stopped talking. His ears, eyes, and even his nose were red.

He said, "I'm not a child, I'm mentally ill."

"I have schizophrenia."

God damn, what a joke from hell.

Tang Tang then remembered that the person in front of him was really sick.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and wiped away his tears. She looked at his handsome face that was full of tears, and said helplessly, "Who taught you to tattoo your name when you don't agree with what you say?"

The most important thing is that Tang Tang never thought Feng Lan really liked her before.

Because from the time she met Feng Lan until yesterday, she always felt that what Feng Lan did was a little crazy.