The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

Does it hurt?

Of course it hurts.

"Feng Lan" was hit on the head and his hair swayed. He stared at the ground with his eyes drooped, unable to see anything.

The side of his face was burning with pain. Even though he had distorted memories of a dark, rainy and gloomy childhood, at least he had an abundant material life, and no one dared to slap him so mercilessly.

But besides the pain?

This was also the first time that Feng Lan had real physical contact with Tang Tang while he was awake.

He felt the breeze when Tang Tang raised her hand, and also smelled the fragrance of her fingertips, which seemed to be there and not there...

"Feng Lan" suddenly smiled.

He raised his head, his eyes showing a twisted happiness, and asked with concern, "Does your hand hurt?"

He began to recall, his voice a little hoarse, "I remember... you slapped him like this, right?"

He breathed a little heavier, and recalled the ambiguous entanglements in his memory.

"Feng Lan" moved closer to Tang Tang, and for a moment, his expression seemed to overlap with the secondary personality Feng Lan.

There was a subtle and twisted smile in the same eyes, like a believer captured by desire, chasing some delusions almost nakedly.

He grabbed Tang Tang's hand and placed it on the other side of his face, then stared at her closely and said with rapid breathing, "Hit this side, hit this side, okay?"

It was the left half of his face that was slapped, and the right half of his face had never been slapped by Tang Tang, either before or now.

It is his, it belongs to "Feng Lan", not the secondary personality.

Tang Tang lowered his eyes and let Feng Lan hold his hand. Then he asked coldly, "Do you have a common memory?"

"Yes," "Feng Lan" stared at Tang Tang, feeling the signals from his body and the desperate desire in his soul.

He said, “So I love you too.”

"Snapped!"

Tang Tang didn't say anything, but suddenly slapped Feng Lan again.

This time the force was lighter, but it still left a red mark.

She said, "You are crazy. Didn't you want to stay eight hundred meters away from me before?"

The degree of distortion of the protagonist's personality was simply astonishing to Tang Tang.

She remembered that when she first met the main personality on the plane, he was quite normal.

Why now...

Tang Tang had no idea how stimulating and unwilling the memories of Feng Lan and her were to the main personality "Feng Lan".

"Feng Lan" felt as if his whole body was burning, but when Tang Tang's palm fell on him, it was suddenly extinguished.

He couldn't help but hold Tang Tang's hand. The fingers of that hand were long and slender, and the skin was delicate and fair. It hurt a lot when he hit people, but it was extremely soft when he held it in his hand.

Tang Tang looked at him coldly, with some interest and some inquiry in his eyes.

She said in a slightly mocking tone, "Why, proud Mr. Feng Lan... do you want to be a puppy too?"

Feng Lan subconsciously tightened his grip on Tang Tang's wrist.

He stared at Tang Tang, and finally saw a new emotion in her eyes besides indifference...

That was his, and only his, interest.

……

"Master," "Feng Lan" knelt on one knee, and kissed Tang Tang's fingertips all the way up with a burning kiss, as if he wanted to taste every inch of it.

This scene seems familiar.

Like when?

Tang Tang remembered.

It was like the scene when Feng Lan went to the hotel to find her when she came back from Aishan.

Feng Lan was crying pitifully at that time, the tattoo on her waist and abdomen was still red, and drops of tears dripped on the back of her hand.

Tang Tang suddenly felt that Feng Lan's kiss was a little hot, so she pulled her hand back abruptly. When she came to her senses, she looked at Feng Lan, who was kneeling on one knee in front of her, expressionlessly and silently.

Feng Lan's eyes were gloomy. He raised his eyes and looked at Tang Tang, with a hint of self-mockery in his voice, "How come... he can do it, but I can't? We are obviously one person."

Tang Tang didn't say anything for a while before she asked, "When will he show up?"

After hearing this, the fire in Feng Lan's heart burned even more fiercely.

He suddenly looked up, staring straight at Tang Tang, then stood up and pressed Tang Tang under him, covering him between the sofa and himself.

He stared at Tang Tang, his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with a bit of suppressed jealousy, "He is dead, he will never appear again, there will only be one Feng Lan in this world from now on..."

"Snapped!"

Tang Tang raised his hand and slapped him again.

Her eyes were calm as she pinched Feng Lan's chin and asked coldly, "Are you calm?"

"Feng Lan" stared at Tang Tang intently, pulled the corner of his mouth, felt the pain on the side of his face, and continued, "I am also Feng Lan, I am Feng Lan..."

"Snapped!"

Another slap made "Feng Lan" hang his face.

Tang Tang was shocked to find that the eyes of the "madman" in front of him had turned red without him noticing.

Same angle, same face, same red eyes.

Tang Tang once again saw "Feng Lan" crying in front of her.

Tears rolled down his face, but "Feng Lan" still stared at Tang Tang with a stubborn and obstinate look, like a wild dog guarding his only piece of meat.

Only then did Tang Tang finally realize that the "madman" "Feng Lan" in front of him and the little wild dog Feng Lan before were actually two souls of one person.

They are the same, they cry the same and they are equally good when they get crazy.

The tears dripped onto the back of Tang Tang's hand, feeling the same burning sensation, and also making Tang Tang feel a little softer.

It's very small, but it does show some softness.

This is a puppy with her name tattooed on it. It's a little crazy, but...

Tang Tang raised his hand, and just as his hand got close, "Feng Lan" turned his face to the side, closed his eyes slightly, and prepared to take the next slap.

Tang Tang paused in raising his hand.

She looked at Feng Lan's trembling eyelashes with a complicated expression. After a while, she resigned herself to her fate and raised her hand to wipe the tears from his cheek.

"Feng Lan" was ready to be slapped again. He was not Feng Lan, not a secondary personality, and could not get Tang Tang's pity.

But the next second after he turned his face to the side, he did not feel any pain, but instead felt a gentle hand suddenly pressed against his face.

The hand gently wiped away the tears from his cheek and then left.

It was so fast that it seemed like an illusion.

Feng Lan suddenly turned around, his eyes slightly widened, his eye sockets still red, and he looked at Tang Tang with disbelief in his eyes.

Tang Tang took back his hand, looked at him and said, "What are you doing? I wiped your tears and it would be fine if you didn't thank me, but why are you glaring at me?"

"Feng Lan" rarely went down for a few seconds. After coming back to his senses, he seemed to feel fireworks exploding in his mind.

His Adam's apple rolled, and then he held Tang Tang's hand with trembling hands and put her hand against his cheek again.

The moment he put his hands on her, Feng Lan couldn't help but burst into tears. He said, "Touch her again, okay?"