The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

I don’t know if it was because he noticed Tang Tang’s gaze, but the man looked up and his eyes instantly met Tang Tang’s.

Wow, what a fierce face.

How should I describe it? This man had a very indifferent expression, his eyes slightly glanced down, and with his thin lips, he looked at people with a sense of scrutiny and criticism.

He is handsome objectively, but he seems to be quite mean.

Tang Tang calmly looked away and continued to communicate with Sun Nanting, but ignored the passion and stubbornness in the man's eyes.

The man, Feng Lan, looked at Tang Tang as if she was a clean, pure white, soft butterfly, fluttering away with the staff.

After just a quick glance, he remembered Tang Tang's appearance in his heart.

Her eyes are big, her eyelashes are thick and curled, and her smiling lips seem to have a soft smile.

Feng Lanque suddenly laughed out loud - but why did he always feel that there was only coldness and indifference in the eyes of this beautiful and fragile white butterfly?

The look I just gave myself was gentle, as if I was looking at a nice-looking dog on the side of the road.

The proud and conceited designer met his muse for the first time. Feng Lan's mind was filled with Tang Tang's smiling yet calm eyes, and his heart was beating wildly as if possessed by a ghost.

Tang Tang's temperament is so contradictory.

Although at first glance she was a smiling white butterfly, her eyes were cold, quiet, even indifferent and unconcerned.

How to do it?

The gods who are compassionate to the world have always been the ones who are most likely to arouse the desire to drag people into the quagmire.

He was about to hold his third world-class solo show, but he never closed the show with the models because none of the models were his muses.

His first work, for which he cut the fabric himself and embroidered and inlaid it stitch by stitch, has been gathering dust in his studio since it was created three years ago.

And the owner of this skirt finally met him in such an absurd and sudden way...

Muse.

He could smell the fragrance of inspiration and the enchanting sweet scent of his muse, her pretty butterfly wings.

He remembered that her name was...Miss Tang?

So sweet, his little muse.

It's a bit perverted.

As Tang Tang walked away, he inexplicably felt a chill on his back. He looked back strangely, but saw nothing.

She complained to the system in her mind, "Why do I feel weird? Is it my sixth sense telling me that the plane is going to crash soon?"

【......no】

There is a pervert watching you.

However, the system noticed that Feng Lan had no ill intentions, and for some reason, it did not directly explain it.

"Okay," Tang Tang whispered in his head, "Even if the plane crashes, my dear, you will protect me, right?"

[Yes, yes, let’s go in quickly]

Tang Tang was escorted all the way to her own exclusive VIP lounge, which was like a smaller version of a hotel suite.

As soon as she curled up on the sofa, she heard someone knocking on the door, again and again, at a steady pace.

"Who?"

Tang Tang was surprised. The crew had just left. Who was knocking on the door? It couldn't be someone she knew.

Sure enough, the male voice coming from outside the door was very unfamiliar, and the tone was as cold as the snow in the cold winter, but now it had a hint of obvious softness.

"Ms. Tang, I'm Feng Lan."

Tang Tang stretched out her foot and then silently retracted it. She curled up on the sofa, looking out the door like a vigilant cat.

Feng Lan? It was just a coincidence that we met each other?

Moreover, she didn't know the designer, so why did he suddenly come to her?

"all?"

[He has no ill intentions, but if the host is not interested, you can ignore him.]

Hearing the system say that it had no ill intentions, Tang Tang felt relieved. She planned to arrange subordinates for herself after landing in Italy. Otherwise, her identity would be fine, so the system helped her to be set as a person with a high level of confidentiality.

But it is impossible that all her subordinates have the same confidentiality level as the Italian Prime Minister.

If you don’t know, you might think Italy belongs to her.

But she was also a little curious. What did this famous and talented designer want her to do?

"Somewhat interested."

Was it the silver-haired man in the lounge hall at that time?

She opened the door, and the shadow from outside cast down on her, bringing with it an indescribable feeling of being shrouded.

A handful of white calla lilies with a faint fragrance was handed to me, and the tender petals seemed to be covered with crystal water droplets.

"Mr. Feng Lan, what does this mean?"

Looking at the bouquet of flowers in front of him, Tang Tang raised his eyes, with a half-smile in his large pupils, "I don't think I know you yet."

"I'm sorry, Miss Tang, please forgive a designer's restless heart when seeing his muse."

He stood very tall, and now he bent down slightly, with the silver snake and apple pendant around his neck hanging down in the air.

"Listen, my heart is beating for you."

Tang Tang lowered her eyes, her gaze moving from the slender neck to the sexy Adam's apple, then to the clear collarbone and the chest muscles wrapped in the black tights underneath.

"Beating for me?" Tang Tang said with a smile in his voice, "Why, your heart didn't beat before you met me?"

Why doesn't his muse play by the rules?

Feng Lan's handsome and arrogant face showed no concern at all, and his gaze at Tang Tang even became more intense. "Miss Tang, do you think I am panicking?"

Your Majesty, listen to my panic.

Tang Tang choked and was silent for a moment, "Dude, you're a little perverted."

“Artists are crazy, my muse.”

Tang Tang watched the man bend down in front of him, watched his bandaged hand take his hand, and then put it on his right chest.

"The heart seems to be on the left side."

Tang Tang hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke.

"But my heart is on the right side, and it beats only for my muse."

With the thin cloth touching her, she seemed to be able to feel the warmth of the man's body underneath.

The heartbeat under his hand was so obvious, beat by beat, as if it was controlled by Tang Tang.

easy.

The two of them maintained such a close distance as they spoke, as if if they were any closer, they would be able to bring out Feng Lan's restless heart.

"So, how come I'm your muse?"

"My heart desires, dear, can I call you Muse?"

"casual."

You've shouted so many times, isn't it a bit perfunctory to ask now?

"But what attracted you to me?"

"Honey, I like the way you look at me. Even though your pretty eyes seem to be smiling, it's actually like you're looking at a dog."

He held the soft hand on his chest, slowly guiding it to stroke the side of his face, his laughter was full of obvious coquetry, "My Muse, am I your favorite puppy?"

no......

Tang Tang's face was full of complexities, and he questioned the system in his mind, "Are you sure he's not sick?"

The system is speechless.

[Uh, probably not.]

"Are you sure? I slapped him and now I'm afraid he feels good."