The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

No matter how difficult the puzzle toys are, they can satisfy her, but Tang Tang felt bored after only putting together a little bit.

Just at this moment, Song Mu came over with the bowl of fruit yogurt that Tang Tang wanted to eat.

He was very big and had broad hands, so a large bowl of rich fruit only filled up one palm in his hand.

He walked over and stayed quietly behind Tang Tang.

Tang Tang looked up at him, from bottom to top, all the way... and saw Song Mu's huge pectoral muscles.

She blinked and felt even more greedy for the yogurt bowl.

Song Mu has a slightly strong build, with bigger muscles than others. He wears a black short-sleeved wide-collared shirt, revealing thick arms, which gives a sense of security.

He wore an LV metal chain bracelet on his wrist, which matched his wheat-colored skin very well, was full of tough guy charm, and added a touch of fashion.

Tang Tang tilted his head and waved to him, "Come and play together."

Song Mu's dark eyes were calm as he quietly knelt on one knee in front of Tang Tang, the muscles on his back curved into a beautiful arc.

Like a black sheepdog.

He handed the bowl of yogurt to Tang Tang and said, "It's a little cold."

It's ice-cold. Tang Tang hates yogurt at room temperature, as it always has a strange "stale" feeling. She likes ice-cold yogurt.

She took the yogurt bowl. The wood-grain bowl was actually quite large, perfect for holding between her legs while eating.

Tang Tang reached out for Song Mu's hand, then pulled it and demanded, "Come and play, Boss Song."

Song Mu nodded, then sat on the carpet beside her, stretching his long legs casually.

He lowered his head and silently picked up the parts and instructions in front of Tang Tang and started reading.

Tang Tang used the extra-large spoon specially prepared for her in the kitchen to scoop a big mouthful and ate it happily.

It’s so cold, my teeth are shivering.

Tang Tang bit the spoon and looked at Song Mu who was sitting opposite him.

He was probably the young master who least looked like a rich man among all the men Tang Tang knew.

The Song family actually has nothing lacking, but it has never been noticeable.

Song Mu was very quiet and silent, but his silence was different from Pei Sheng's.

If I have to say, Song Mu seems to be the type of person who is naturally quiet and has a terrifyingly calm temperament. I always feel that this kind of person has no childhood...

Tang Tang tilted his head to look at him, while Song Mu lowered his head and read the instructions carefully.

She suddenly stepped on Song Mu's thigh with her toes out of curiosity.

Song Mu paused with his hand holding the instruction manual, then raised his other hand and grabbed Tang Tang's rebellious foot.

Her feet were bare, so they felt a little cold. Song Mu had abundant energy and his palms were very hot.

"It's a bit cold," Song Mu whispered, then pulled Tang Tang's feet and wrapped them in his clothes.

Was this intentional or deliberate?

Tang Tang's feet were under Song Mu's clothes, held down by his big hands, and at this moment, his feet were stepping on Song Mu's neat and broad abdominal muscles.

She stepped left and right, but saw Song Mu lowered his head and began to fiddle with the parts she had put together.

"I'll help you spell it?"

Tang Tang blinked and handed the screwdriver to Song Mu. Song Mu took it, held the small mechanical rose that Tang Tang had just assembled in one hand, and held the screwdriver in the other hand, lowering his head and carefully putting it together.

At this moment, he seemed to have a sense of pure seriousness, his eyes were full of concentration, and his hands were moving non-stop, tightening new screws.

Tang Tang suddenly asked, "Why do you want to drive?"

Song Mu's car dealership doesn't seem like a business, but more like his hobby. Except for the cars picked up by Tang Tang, the other good cars in the dealership were hardly sold.

That’s right, all the remaining cars were of the same level as the ones Tang Tang took away and remained in the showroom.

It is obvious that Song Mu is not doing this for money at all.

Sure enough, Song Mu didn't stop making roses, and only replied, "Hobby."

Tang Tang looked at Song Mu curiously and said, "You seem very skilled."

Song Mu selected and assembled the parts one by one, and soon he made several beautiful mechanical roses.

Hearing this, he looked up at Tang Tang, who was sitting in front of him eating yogurt from a bowl. He smiled, then handed her a few mechanical roses in his hand.

Tang Tang reached out and took it.

The brass rose is a metallic color, feels cool in the hand, and has a lot of weight.

She liked it very much and held it in her hand to admire it.

Song Mu continued to piece together the unfinished parts, and he seemed to be very skilled at it. He could basically find the right place for all kinds of parts, big and small, with just one glance.

He said, "Some of the cars were modified by me personally."

Many racing cars or sports cars have special modifications, which may be to simply make the wheels more beautiful, or to upgrade the performance of the entire car.

Song Mu likes sports cars, but he doesn't like speeding on the road.

He likes to disassemble complex vehicles and then make special upgrades based on his own aesthetic taste.

As the heir of the Song family, it is naturally impossible for him to be an ordinary modification master... Well, Song Mu himself could not accept it either.

His family life was simple and rigid. His parents were married through marriage. Although they had no affection for each other, they respected each other. He received an elite education since childhood and understood the responsibilities he shouldered early on.

Therefore, Song Mu only regards playing with cars as a part of his hobby, and the car dealership was established for this purpose.

When Tang Tang went to the car dealership for the first time, Song Mu was busy handling family business and had not been there for a long time.

He never thought that he would meet Tang Tang when he returned to the car dealership, and that he would appear here in the future as one of the men who had an intimate relationship with Tang Tang.

Well, one.

Song Mu quickly assembled the base of the Rose Manor, freeing Tang Tang's hands to put the mechanical roses he had just assembled into it.

It seemed that if Tang Tang didn't call for a stop, Song Mu would follow Tang Tang's wishes and remain quiet until the end.

Tang Tang couldn't bear to bully the well-behaved and quiet big dog, so his feet, which had been stepping obediently on Song Mu's abdominal muscles, began to move deliberately again.

Song Mu lowered his eyes and looked at Tang Tang's white ankles and slender calves.

He stretched out his hand and held it, and his slightly rough fingertips couldn't help but begin to rub it.

Tang Tang said, "Still fighting, I'm right next to you, you idiot can only watch those things."

Song Mu laughed. Isn't he helping her?

But none of these were as important as Tang Tang. He quickly put them all down, then stretched out his hands. The muscles on his exposed arms were clearly visible. With just a little effort, he hugged Tang Tang's waist with both hands, and held her in his arms like a dragon occupying a treasure.

There was basically no expression on Song Mu's face, but for some reason, Tang Tang felt that he seemed to be in a very good mood.

She looked up as if possessed by a ghost, reached out and touched Song Mu's chin, like stroking a dog.

Song Mu remained calm, but subtly lowered his head slightly, allowing Tang Tang to feel more relaxed.

Her feet had long been stretched out from the other person's clothes, and were now casually pressing on the scattered parts.

She wasn't paying attention and her foot moved, accidentally stepping on a slightly sharp part, leaving a red mark.

[(wipes sweat) I am restricted from expressing myself. I dare not write these chapters at all. I can only write briefly like this]