The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

Edmund, relying on himself, successfully clashed with numerous rivals in love. Although the others were reluctant to cooperate, the spearhead was now directed at Edmund.

Edmund obviously took it well and tried to enjoy some precious time together before this group of people arrived.

So Edmund used all kinds of tricks and successfully turned himself into a succubus who seemed to be completely hungry. He wanted to drag Tang Tang into a night of darkness and not want to get out of bed.

After two days of madness, Tang Tang had to admit that 18-year-old boys were the most energetic anywhere, and 18-year-old white boys with racial and athletic advantages were really a bit scary...

Edmund didn't care about all that. There were so many empty rooms in the presidential suite that even if he changed three a day he wouldn't be able to use them all.

He and Tang Tang held hands, breathing rapidly, and the muscles in his body seemed to have been fully exercised, making them fuller and stronger.

The whole room was almost indistinguishable between day and night, with only the faint scent of incense and other ambiguous smells intertwined.

"Honey... again?"

Edmund's low voice sounded, and his hot kisses fell again, the scorching temperature seemed to be telling of some kind of insatiable desire.

Tang Tang lazily raised her hand and covered his mouth directly, then kicked and simply lifted the quilt off the bed, which was half hanging on the edge of the bed and most of it fell to the ground.

And it was obvious that Edmund's physical fitness was not fake... He could even look at Tang Tang without blinking, hold Tang Tang's arm with his hand, and then kiss her palm lightly.

Tang Tang was convinced. Is this the physical fitness of the American Tianlong people? Speaking of which, Edmund is only 18 years old this year. If he hadn't entered Harvard, Edmund would definitely be considered a diamond high school boy at this moment...

Hey.

Tang Tang rubbed his eyebrows, kicked Edmund off the bed, and then threw away all the messy and unreasonable thoughts in his mind.

It's been a long time since I've been so extravagant. Indulgence is harmful to my health...

Edmund, who was kicked off the bed, looked innocent and had no clothes on, but he was not ashamed at all.

Perhaps this person really has some Beagle blood in him. At this moment, he sat naked on the carpet, tilting his head and looking at Tang Tang pitifully, "Honey, don't you want it anymore?"

Tang Tang rolled her eyes at him. Seeing that he still looked quite energetic, she pointed at him and asked in confusion, "Could it be that the milk powder you white people drank as children also contained protein powder?"

Otherwise, how could there be such a huge difference in race even though we were all human? You have to know that Tang Tang's body had been systematically enhanced.

It was normal for her not to feel tired at all, but it was truly a gift for Edmund not to feel tired at all.

Edmund chuckled, his posture uninhibited and unrestrained, his handsome face filled with uncontrollable joy. "Honey, I've been passionate about extreme sports since elementary school. I hiked in junior high, climbed Mount Everest in high school, and won the US Youth Rock Climbing Championship and the Wingsuit Flying Competition in college... It was only two days and two nights."

He even stood up and knelt on one knee beside the bed, like a ferocious and aggressive beast, looking at Tang Tang and whispering, "So, Honey, do you want to do it again?"

Tang Tang hooked his finger at Edmund.

Edmund moved closer, but was kicked back by Tang Tang again.

Edmund stopped being so frivolous this time. He simply reached out and grabbed the blanket that Tang Tang had kicked onto the carpet, then casually threw it over himself and said innocently, "Honey~"

"Calling mommy is useless," Tang Tang gave him a lazy look, "If you're so crazy when you're young, be careful you won't be able to do it when you get older."

Edmund tilted his head innocently, then chuckled like a green tea, "Honey~ I must be the most useful one among all the men you have~"

Tang Tang also imitated Edmund's tone, looked at him meanly, and then said in a long voice, "No boy stays eighteen forever."

"But there's always a new eighteen-year-old boy~"

"Oh, no", Edmund felt wronged, "Starting today, I'm going to fairly dislike every eighteen-year-old boy."

Tang Tang couldn't help laughing when she heard this. She got out of bed and walked straight to Edmund, then bent down to look at him.

Edmund looked up, and his handsome face, with its pair of green eyes, looked very beautiful in the dim light.

Tang Tang pinched his chin and placed a light kiss on his lips, "Are you a little kid?"

Edmund accepted his identity well... maybe it was because he was indeed a real American sweetheart... In short, he accepted it well and was even eager to try it.

"That's right... I'm mommy's good boy...un...?"

"Good boy," Tang Tang patted Edmund's cheek gently. It didn't hurt, but it was more like teaching a puppy who liked to do bad things.

She walked away barefoot on the carpet, which was littered with all kinds of...used items. Edmund looked at her back with shining eyes, then stood up and followed her.

"Mommy~"

"boom."

The bathroom door closed directly, giving the bad boy Edmund outside a slap on his tall nose.

The bad kid outside blinked and knocked on the door innocently, "Baby, Honey~"

"Get lost."

Tang Tang turned on the shower, hot water flowed down, and the bathroom suddenly became blurry.

Edmund chuckled and complained quietly, "Bad mommy who throws it away after using it."

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"Honey, they won't kill me, I'm so scared," Edmund hugged Tang Tang from behind, gently blowing her hair with a hair dryer while chatting with her non-stop.

"I'm only 18. They'll definitely be jealous of my youth..." Edmund tried to flatter the others in advance. "I don't care. I've been with you since I was 18. You must not let others bully me."

Tang Tang twitched his lips speechlessly and ordered Edmund to stop reading Tomato's novel.

"Your tea is a bit too low-class, Edmund," Tang Tang complained, "Also, don't speak in that tone."

Whose resentful husband is this in the Forbidden City?

Edmund chuckled, moved closer to her, and said mischievously, "Honey, I'm just saying something bad in advance. After all, they're going to take your attention away, and I'm really unhappy."