The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

[…It hasn’t reached that point yet.]

Tang Tang smiled, turned around, crossed his arms, looked at Feng Lan who was not too far away and asked, "Why, Mr. Feng Lan also wants to go to the bathroom?"

Feng Lan wore a nonchalant smile on his face. He slowly raised his hands and begged for mercy a little aggrievedly, "Dear Muse, I have no ill intentions."

"Stop, stop, stop acting."

Tang Tang interrupted the man, with a very polite and official smile on his face, "I'll give you two minutes, if you have something to say, speak up, if not, get out."

"Ah~Okay, dear, you are so cold," Feng Lan slowly stood up and sighed artificially, "An artist would not have the heart to hurt his goddess Muse. I really just want to invite you to my show to have some fun."

"You want to invite me to a fashion show? But I can't walk like a model, and don't even think I'll take the initiative to learn how to do it for you."

"My dear, you don't need any rules or constraints," Feng Lan bowed slightly, gave Tang Tang a very classic gentleman's salute, and lowered his head slightly, "My show will be a playground that is completely open to you."

My dear Muse, my dear princess.

Please don't do such awkward things, oh my god.

Tang Tang silently took a step back, thankful that there was no one around.

"Hmm..." Tang Tang hesitated for a rare moment, and finally nodded with a stern face, "Okay, I agree. In exchange, you need to agree to one thing."

Feng Lan is so crazy that he's a bit exaggerated.

Tang Tang was so embarrassed that she kept screaming in her heart and kept poking at the system, "I'm sure he has a brain disease."

The system also hesitated. It was silent for a second. [I'll check it out]

Not caring about the deal Tang Tang proposed, Feng Lan agreed without a second thought, "Sure, dear, as long as you are willing to stand on my runway, I can promise you anything."

The shows since his birth have always lacked the main theme of the soul, and his life has never been complete. What a pity it is.

Cold Tangtang said "oh" without any emotion, and then immediately said, "Can I meet Godfather Alberto? I don't want to meet him just for a quickie. I want to sit down with him and discuss a business deal."

"Oh...it turns out that I am not as charming as an old man in his sixties."

Feng Lan sighed, but nodded resignedly, "Dear Muse, I can create an opportunity for you to meet Mr. Alberto, but you need to tell me what you want to do."

“Just some small business.”

Tang Tang looked at Feng Lan, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, her voice was sweet and soft, but her eyes were calm, "Am I not your Muse? Dear Mr. Designer, you should agree to me, right?"

Oh, his little Muse, looking at him like a dog again.

Feng Lan laughed excitedly, stood up, took Tang Tang's hand, and gently placed a cool kiss on the back of her hand.

"Of course, my princess."

Watching everyone leave contentedly, Tang Tang went into the bathroom. When he came out to wash his hands, the system, which had been silent, suddenly spoke.

【!He really has a problem with his brain. 】

?

Tang Tang couldn't believe it. "Didn't you say he was fine? Now he has it again?"

[Ahem! Because I tested him before, but now I find that he seems to have split personality, so the problem can't be detected when testing his personality alone. I went through all his life data to confirm it. ]

"Split personality?" Tang Tang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes. "Are you saying that the world-famous genius designer is schizophrenic - a mentally ill patient?"

It's crazy.

It turns out that Feng Lan is really a lunatic.

She wondered why Feng Lan’s temperament was so crazy.

[But rest assured, my current personality is that of an ancient European artist who has an unparalleled passion and stubbornness for art design, and I have no aggressiveness. ]

Tang Tang curled his lips, "It's true that it's not aggressive, but mental attacks don't count as attacks?"

When they went back, Feng Lan had finally quieted down and stopped making any trouble. Tang Tang ate his fill, closed the partition, admired the night view outside the window for a while, then put on an eye mask and fell asleep.

"Hmm...it smells a bit..."

There was the sound of cart wheels rolling gently in the corridor, as well as the crew members' whispered inquiries about food distribution. In the strong aroma of coffee, Tang Tang gradually opened his hazy eyes.

Her sleep quality is indeed quite good.

Because they had to land at seven o'clock, breakfast was distributed at five o'clock. Tang Tang dozed off and ordered a cup of sugar-free iced American coffee and an avocado and black pepper tiger prawn sandwich on his iPad.

I don't have much appetite early in the morning.

There are free toiletries provided by the crew in the rest room, all of which are Hermès, including toothbrushes, toothpaste and cups.

The washroom is outside the toilet and is also divided into sections. Each space has a partition. But just as Tang Tang squeezed the toothpaste, he heard a few knocks on the partition wall next door.

Tang Tang:……

Just like last night, Tang Tang was speechless. "Why are you making trouble like a dog so early in the morning?"

There was another muffled laugh from next door. This time, combined with Feng Lan's schizophrenia, Tang Tang felt that she could already hear some neurosis. She complained to the system very confidently, "Look, I told him that his brain is not working well. Look at how he is laughing now. It's crazy."

[Friendly reminder, this is his main personality, not the personality from last night.]

In other words, Feng Lan is a normal person now.

Tang Tang, who was sure that he had heard Feng Lan's nervousness, was speechless.

She spat out the foam in her mouth, washed her face quickly, opened the door and went out, then kicked open the door next door and looked at Feng Lan who was sitting on the sink with his legs swinging.

"Ah, isn't this my dear Muse?"

He was sitting on the sink at the moment, with his long legs slightly bent. When he saw Tang Tang breaking into the room, he just tilted his head slightly and smiled brightly.

Only then did Tang Tang notice his subtle difference.

Feng Lan now clearly has thought and rationality in his eyes. The look he gives Tang Tang is not unfamiliar, but he definitely does not have the stubbornness and fanaticism of last night.

There are also subtle considerations.

Tang Tang also smiled very brightly, with a sweet tone, and deliberately said in a delicate voice, "Hey, isn't this my little dog Feng Lan?"

Feng Lan's light-colored eyes suddenly darkened. He stretched out his legs and stood back on the ground casually, with a half-smile in his voice, "Does Miss Tang like dogs very much?"

"It's not important whether I like dogs or not," the narrow space was suddenly filled with the smell of tit-for-tat, Tang Tang said slowly, "It seems that the most important thing is that someone likes to be someone else's dog."

"Are you right, Mr. Feng Lan?"