The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

Soon security guards came looking for the noise, but there was no model. It seemed that this fashion show was just like the shooting of a movie, wasting money every minute and every second.

Although Tang Tang felt that Feng Lan didn't seem to be short of money, judging from the degree of obsession with so-called art displayed by his mad dog personality, he must have some obsessive-compulsive disorder and anxiety disorder.

So now the models are probably still busy preparing for the opening in the near future.

Tang Tang is actually not that violent. According to her personality, she can actually be considered a person with a very good temper.

She has always insisted on a tit-for-tat approach.

But now she is no longer just the orphan Tang Tang who worked hard alone in the big city in her previous life.

She is the new heiress to the Newman family and the woman who will become the new godmother of the Italian Mafia.

So this temper is definitely understandable.

And she really, really hates being talked at.

Because that means looking down on others, pointing fingers, being arrogant, and oppressive.

Tang Tang wiped his hands indifferently and threw the paper in his hand lightly onto the ground in front of the man.

"Even if I'm a model, don't point fingers at people, okay?"

Before the security guard could speak, Feng Lan had already walked away impatiently, holding a bouquet of irises still covered in frost, dressed like a peacock.

"Dear Muse, long time no see."

He looked at Tang Tang affectionately, "Who made you unhappy?"

Tang Tang pursed her lips and motioned him to look at the person at his feet who was covering his hands and shouting, "You said before that my housekeeper was ignorant. I think your management is not that good either. At least my housekeeper still calls you Mr. Feng Lan."

Feng Lan's good mood disappeared immediately when he saw Tang Tang. He remembered that he called his little Muse in the morning, but a man's voice answered the phone, and he was very annoyed.

So he didn't even look at it, and said coldly to the security guard, "Take him away, find the general manager, and tell him that if he puts these things in my show again, he can forget about dreaming of hosting my show."

"and many more."

In fact, Tang Tang knew her limits. The man's hand was actually a little painful, but his bones were not hurt at all. He just had to be careful when doing things.

Tang Tang suddenly spoke and looked back at David. David immediately understood, took out a notebook from his pocket, skillfully wrote a string of numbers and addresses on it, and walked up to the embarrassed man.

Then he tore off the paper and placed it politely in the man's still shaking hand. "I'm sorry, sir. My little master has a bad temper. If there is any subsequent compensation... you can come to the Newkman family to resolve it."

"Don't worry, we are all good people who understand the law."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man shut up completely. He didn't dare to refuse, so he could only hold the piece of paper tremblingly.

Tang Tang followed Feng Lan inside. This time, Tang Rou insisted on following them. As for David, as a man, he was left behind.

In fact, Tang Rou also knew that based on her master's fighting ability, he would hardly encounter any serious danger.

But Tang Rou looked at the girl in front of her who was jumping and skipping with her hair flying in the wind, and she felt that her little master looked so noble. Even if she didn't encounter any danger, it would not be good for her to encounter some inexplicable dirty things.

"Do you want to go to the opening ceremony, dear?"

Tang Tang looked at Feng Lan beside him with disdain, "Are you going to leave just like that?"

Feng Lan smiled brightly, "Of course, dear, my opening ceremony is always held at my own home, and the same is true for the closing ceremony."

Because I never thought anyone was worthy enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with me.

"But honey, my show is yours now."

"Can I ride on you? I really can't walk like a model."

Although Tang Quan had accumulated more than 30 points in his account through his silent efforts, Tang Tang still didn't want to waste the points on Feng Lan and his show.

Feng Lan: There is no need to say more about sadness.

"Of course, baby," Feng Lan's eyes suddenly became hot. He suddenly bent down and put the bouquet of irises into Tang Tang's arms. Then he put one arm through Tang Tang's legs and put the other hand around her back, quickly hugging her in his arms.

Tang Tang, who was holding the flower and flying in the air for no apparent reason, was stunned for a moment, and tried his best to control his hand that was about to punch Feng Lan reflexively.

"What do you want to do!"

Tang Rou's pupils suddenly shrank, she pulled her hand to her waist and pointed the gun directly at Feng Lan.

Completely unconcerned about the threat from the gun, Feng Lan held Tang Tang in his arms and complained to her ear in a rather affected tone, "See, dear, I told you that your servants are so rude."

Tang Rou: Fire, fire, fire!!!

Tang Tang numbly reached out and pressed Feng Lan's handsome and arrogant face, then stretched out his arm to push his dog face away, "Enough, I'm busy, hurry up."

Feng Lan groaned in grievance, and hugged Tang Tang tightly in his arms with both hands. He was in a good mood, and like a dragon that had robbed the princess, he ran away in front of Tang Rou.

Tang Rou laughed angrily.

If it weren't for the fact that her master seemed to be quite interested in this idiot, she would have shot him to death with a few volleys of bullets.

Now he could only put away his gun with a dull face and chase the idiot who had stolen his little master.

Although Feng Lan runs very fast, you have to admit, this mount is pretty good. It's quite stable to lie in his arms.

"Mr. Feng - Opening Ceremony -!!??"

Almost all the models, agents and staff were stunned. They turned around and saw Feng Lan and the girl in his arms with an amused look on her face.

Who is this??

Is this really Feng Lan? Has he been possessed by another spirit? Are you saying that the man holding the little girl with a happy face is the serious Feng Lan who scolded his illegitimate fans until they cried and publicly mocked and hyped up female stars?

Everyone looked at Feng Lan with a magical look on their faces as he carried someone through the messy backstage, then opened the designer's room and slammed the door shut.

No one dared to speak. Feng Lan's dominance was unquestionable. The models who were halfway through changing their clothes exchanged glances with each other and strangely understood each other's meaning.

"Who is that? Oh my god, I always thought Mr. Feng hated women."

"He hates people, okay? No, he hates life. He hates everything equally, men, women, cats, dogs, pigs, cows, and sheep."

"That girl just now was so beautiful. Did you see her legs? They were so long and well proportioned."

"Yes, it's just a little shorter."

In fact, she is not really short. Tang Tang is at least 178 meters tall. It's just that these models are at least meters tall, and almost all of them are meters tall, which makes Tang Tang look a little shorter.

"But who is that? Entering the designer lounge."

In fact, one model couldn’t hold it in any longer and she spoke in a low voice, and instantly a group of people gathered around her.

"I saw the staff carry a mannequin and a dress in this morning. They protected them very carefully. It seemed that they said it was one of Mr. Feng's collections."

Almost everyone understood the meaning of this. They looked at each other, and finally looked at the closed door of the designer lounge at the same time.