The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

For a moment, the only sounds that could be heard were suppressed exclamations and the sound of shutter buttons.

"Purple pupils, that's purple pupils, am I seeing right?"

What familiar and beautiful purple pupils!

Especially when this girl with purple eyes got out of a car engraved with the Newkman family crest.

There was no possibility of misunderstanding at all. The status of this girl had already been determined in the minds of almost everyone who knew the Newkman family.

This was the new heir whose news had swept across Italy, the princess who had been exiled to the common people as described by the old godfather.

Photographers rushed forward, hoping to take the clearest photo of the Newman family princess.

In fact, apart from this purpose, this girl is also the darling of all photographers' lenses.

So the stars passing by could only see that all the photographers were pointing their cameras like crazy when this girl appeared, and they ignored everyone else.

Tang Tang didn't take much time. In fact, she just smiled and nodded slightly to the photographers around her, then left on the red carpet escorted by David and Tang Rou.

"Is she mixed-blood? Damn, she's so beautiful that she's dying."

Song Qingqing, who had finally caught up after rushing, watched Tang Tang's cool appearance with her eyes wide open. She looked at David's big pectoral muscles under his suit, then glanced at Tang Rou's gentle smile, and finally stared in a daze at Tang Tang's pair of clear yet reserved and noble purple eyes.

"But she has black hair and looks very Chinese. Is she really not Chinese? Maybe her eyes are made up?"

Song Qingqing's agent was helpless, looking at the live camera not far away and wanted to cry but was speechless.

In the domestic live broadcast room, the barrage of comments was already bursting into laughter.

[I have always suspected that Song Qingqing is not a straight girl... Look at the way she looks at that young lady, her saliva is about to flow out]

[In the previous video, our Qingqing also had this expression when she looked at the handsome guy’s abdominal muscles. She is pure color!]

【You are the real fan】

[Who is that beautiful lady who just came down? She looks so young. My god, her face is so tender. It’s all collagen.]

[I think so too. She is dressed so casually... a little too casual.]

[Um, what exactly did you want to say before?]

[Isn't this too casual and impolite...Everyone else wears a dress when walking on the red carpet, but she wears sportswear?]

[And this is Feng Lan’s big show! Who is this person who dares to be the first to leave?]

[Uh, this is a real Chinese face, right? The eyes are too fake]

[? Are you crazy? Do you know how much the car that girl just rode cost? Even if the fleet of cars were added together, two billion wouldn’t be enough.]

[That's an understatement. The Rolls-Royce in the middle is not painted, but has an original silver-white body. It's not about the money at all. ]

[Didn’t you all notice the family crest??? I’m impressed, that’s the crest of the Italian Newcomen family!!]

[? What is this? Forgive me for being a layman, I really don’t understand it.]

[I give up. Go search on B station and you will find the introduction of this family.]

[…I came back after watching it, I can only say it’s awesome]

[Awesome! But this girl looks Chinese, right? Mixed race?]

[Why do I feel that this girl looks familiar?]

The comments are not all friendly. In China, live broadcasts are usually either for people to watch the show or for fans of various celebrities to watch their own cooking.

Tang Tang, a person who has never appeared in the domestic entertainment circle and seems to be unknown internationally, suddenly surpassed a group of superstars and was the first to walk on the red carpet. It is inevitable that she will be questioned.

Fortunately, Song Qingqing's fans are quite supportive. They know what it's like to steam at home. Chunchun is a big pervert with an overflowing curiosity, so she follows the main character. Song Qingqing's fans should be the most Buddhist fans in the domestic entertainment industry. They are almost tolerant of good-looking people, regardless of gender.

At this time, they saw that something was wrong with the barrage and started to refresh it.

[That’s enough. Didn’t you see that the photographers were chasing after that girl to take pictures?]

[Haha, the sour smell is overwhelming, but the organizers didn’t say anything]

[I don’t care if I’m a face lover, this girl is so pretty, shashasha]

[So this is a famous lady from some Italian family?]

[I don’t know, but those cars and the bodyguards around her look pretty impressive]

Tang Tang didn't care about these. At the moment, she was looking at the man who stopped her, frowned and scolded her, and she was very speechless.

She told Feng Lan in advance that he didn't need to come out to pick her up. After all, according to her understanding, no matter how detailed the show was arranged, it would be a mess in the end because of the large number of people and the fast pace.

It would be better to let Feng Lan stay at the show to keep things under control at this time.

She took the card Feng Lan sent her, and with the help of her long legs and delicate and beautiful face, although she was not tall among the foreign models, she walked to the backstage smoothly.

However, because the backstage was also an important part of the show and most of the people there were female models changing clothes, Tang Tang told Tang Rou and David to wait for her in the lounge outside.

But she didn't expect that as soon as she walked in, she would be greeted by a very tall and thin man wearing colorful clothes and with painted nails. He walked towards her like a cat, looked her up and down with a pair of slender eyes, and then accused her arrogantly, "The backstage people have almost finished changing clothes, why are you here just now! Which group of models are you from?"

Seeing the long nails almost touching his forehead, Tang Tang rolled his eyes without saying a word. Then he raised his hand, grasped the man's fingers, and broke them down so hard that he could almost hear the crisp sound of bones cracking.

At first the man just stared blankly at Tang Tang raising his hand without saying anything. Then he finally reacted and screamed in the sudden pain in his fingers. He looked at Tang Tang with eyes full of disbelief and fear, "Help! Let go! Let go!!"

You know what, it sounds like a plucked duck.

The two men, who had been worried about Tang Tang and had been paying attention to the situation, rushed out immediately when they heard the shouting.

David looked at Tang Rou, a gentle woman, in disbelief. She quickly ran past him and kicked open the backstage door in two or three steps.

David shuddered unconsciously, then ran in quickly, and saw the young master, who looked both noble and lively in his eyes, wiping his hands leisurely with a tissue.

"I hate it when someone points a finger at me, you know that?"

"You...you...security! Security! I want to call the police, there's a disturbance here!"

Tang Rou's originally gentle and smiling face suddenly turned cold. She stepped forward to shield her little master behind her, and stared down at the man who kept shouting.

"You are worthy of making trouble?"