The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

He walked slowly to the paparazzi who was kneeling on the ground in a mess.

The paparazzi was still pulling at his camera. Tang Xiao lowered his eyes and stomped on it hard.

"what--"

Tang Xiao didn't intend to step on the hand, he wanted to crush the chip that was not completely broken.

As a result, the paparazzi thought that Tang Xiao, a wealthy man who looked so gentle and dignified, would not attack him, so he simply did not even try to hide.

It has a bit of a rogue meaning.

What he didn't expect was that Tang Xiao looked at his hand that he had not retracted, and stepped on it without any hesitation.

"Oh—my hand! My hand!"

Tang Xiao said coldly, "Do you think I dare not step on it?"

He curled his lips coldly, "My master is kind, but I am not..."

He thought again of his master walking into Wang Feiyi’s room…and what would happen inside next?

Tang Xiao is no longer an inexperienced person, and he knows clearly what might happen next.

Tang Xiao lowered his eyes and said slowly, "Don't worry, I will compensate you for your camera, Mr. Paparazzi."

"I hope you didn't disturb my master's mood."

……

"Brother Feiyi?"

As soon as Tang Tang entered the door, he saw a mobile phone thrown casually on the bar.

The call interface of the phone was still on, and next to the phone was an opened bottle of red wine and an obviously used wine glass.

She frowned and heard a sound in the room. She looked in the direction of the sound and saw the lighted bathroom.

The bathroom in the superior suite is naturally not as small as that in an ordinary hotel. Behind the frosted light gray glass wall, you can hear the endless sound of the shower.

The water seemed to be flowing very fast, with a very loud sound of water rushing continuously, and there seemed to be a faint suppressed gasp in it.

Wang Feiyi seemed to be in a hurry. The door was not closed tightly but half open, and steam kept coming out from inside.

"Wang Feiyi?"

……

He pulled off Wang Feiyi's bathrobe. At this moment, he was naked, his muscles tense, his brows furrowed, and he stood under the cold shower with an expressionless face.

He leaned against the wall with one hand. The cold tiles were damp and piercing, but soon became sticky and wet under his high body temperature.

"Tangtang...Tangtang..."

Wang Feiyi's muscles were tense, his voice was low and suppressed, the cold water wet his hair, but it also modified his handsome face which was already stiff and steady.

His other hand kept moving, with a bit of fiery persistence in his eyes, his breathing quickened, and he felt the burning pain in the cold water.

His ears were filled with all kinds of noisy sounds. The sound of water from the shower kept echoing in the empty bathroom. He could hear his own suppressed breathing and those secret and shameful desires.

Countless lights and shadows overlapped in his mind, and it seemed to become bizarre. Wang Feiyi seemed to be slightly distracted in the increasingly fast chase, and then suddenly, among countless illusions, he seemed to hear a familiar call.

"Wang Feiyi?"

who is it……

"Wang Feiyi?"

who……

Whoever it is... Damn it, he's been poisoned... Are the hotel's security all rubbish? Who's here? No...

Wang Feiyi's rare loss of control made him stretch out his hand with a bit of weakness. He subconsciously grabbed the bath towel not far away, and then shouted coldly, "Get out!"

He took a deep breath and looked towards the door. Hearing the increasingly clear footsteps, he said even more angrily, "Whoever sent you here, get out of here right now!"

Before Tang Tang even got close, he was met with a series of angry shouts from Political Commissar Wang.

She was not angry, but smiled instead.

Seeing how Wang Feiyi was scolding people with great vigor, it seemed that there shouldn't be any big problem.

But his voice was low and hoarse, and his breathing was unstable... I guess he wasn't feeling well.

She didn't open the door, but stood outside it.

Although the door was half open, Tang Tang was very polite and did not look around. Instead, he raised his hand and knocked on the door again, "Brother Fei Yi, are you okay?"

Wang Feiyi froze, and his hands, which were tightly holding the bath towel, suddenly relaxed.

Hearing the familiar voice, his fuzzy brain suddenly woke up, and then he said in a low voice, "Sugar...Sugar?"

Tang Tang said, "You can still recognize me, it seems your brain is not damaged."

Wang Feiyi relaxed immediately, leaned slowly against the wall, and then sat down dejectedly on the bathroom floor.

The cold water poured down again, but it could no longer extinguish his desire.

The person he liked... that cunning and lively little girl, was just one door away from him.

Under the influence of the drugs, he could only maintain a trace of sanity, but his lower body was extremely swollen and painful. He could only raise his hands again and again, but to no avail.

At this moment, Wang Feiyi was probably in a rare state of distress in his otherwise smooth life.

He could only suppress his emotion and said intermittently, "Why are you here...ha...uh..."

Wang Feiyi's original voice was very pleasant, and at this moment it was tainted with lust, more like moist and ambiguous raindrops, constantly blowing towards Tang Tang, bringing a hazy and charming meaning.

Tang Tang subconsciously raised her hand due to his attraction, but she just pressed her hand against the door and did not move.

No.

Wang Feiyi didn't call her, probably because he didn't want her to see him in such a miserable state.

Tang Tang was indecisive, but she was sober now, while Wang Feiyi was drugged.

If she had just pushed the door open and attacked Wang Feiyi, what would have been the difference between her and those scoundrels who took advantage of others' misfortune?

Although Tang Tang is fickle, she is not a bad person, okay!

So Tang Tang just asked, "Are you okay?"

Wang Feiyi listened to Tang Tang's voice, and he couldn't help but see Tang Tang's face flashing in his mind.

He frowned deeply, feeling somewhat disgusted and scornful towards himself, yet he inevitably sank into the horrible effects of the drug. He knew his own nature clearly, and therefore found it even more ridiculous.

"No... not so good..."

Tang Tang stood at the door and could not feel any heat coming from the bathroom.

Obviously, Wang Feiyi was pouring cold water on himself, and what was even more obvious was that the cold water was useless.

Wang Feiyi looked up at the light above the bathroom. The cold water hit his face mercilessly. Wang Feiyi's voice was vague, "Tangtang... little girl... can you say something?"

His voice was hoarse, rapid or slow, with deep breaths and undisguised desire.

Wang Feiyi only felt the dazzling light above his head, which flashed with colorful lights under the refraction of countless water droplets.

Countless refraction surfaces could not reveal the face of the girl he liked. Only the cold water wet her hot body, which became more and more intense, but was completely useless.

He listened to Tang Tang's voice, raised his head and took deep breaths, but his desire made him lose his mind in the psychedelic light, and his body gradually became dizzy as if he was lacking oxygen.

He frowned suddenly, panted, and called softly again, "Tangtang... come in."