The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

There is not even a need for any contact.

The once obedient puppy had clearly turned into a vicious dog under the influence of desire... Realizing that teasing the dog any further might really cause it to explode, Tang Tang immediately withdrew her hand.

Stop playing.

She immediately raised her chin and gestured, "Let's go!"

Feng Lan ignored Tang Tang's irresponsible behavior of teasing her and then stopping... He gritted his teeth and ignored the restlessness in his body.

"Muse, you are really wicked."

He looked up at Tang Tang and chuckled, "It's alright, I'll catch up with you properly on the plane later."

"Muse, please don't reject me, okay? I'm so pitiful."

good or not?

Tang Tang had no idea whether it was good or bad.

Feng Lan drove her all the way to the airport, then stopped the car and, without paying any attention to anything else, casually tossed the car keys to the staff waiting nearby, and then took Tang Tang's hand and got into the private jet.

His destination was crystal clear: he went straight to the bedroom, and the instant he closed the door, he immediately turned around and pinned Tang Tang against it.

"Muse".

Feng Lan smiled, feeling an immense sense of satisfaction as he enveloped Tang Tang in his shadow.

He looked down at Tang Tang, a slightly mad smile in his eyes. His gaze traveled down Tang Tang's face inch by inch, as if he were caressing her from head to toe.

"I miss you so much," Fenglan whispered. "Every day, I think about... about coming to your side, about whether there is anyone else by your side."

"Muse, I dream about you all the time," he said, raising his hand to gently stroke Tang Tang's cheek, while his other hand wrapped around her waist and lifted the hem of her dress.

"Hey..." Tang Tang was amused by him and reached out to grab Feng Lan's restless hand.

Feng Lan grabbed Tang Tang's hand, lifted it up and kissed it lightly, then let go and continued with his own actions.

“Muse…Muse…baby…”

He lowered his head and kissed Tang Tang's lips directly, seemingly impatient.

"I miss you so much……"

He spoke in a low voice, pressing down, but his actions were quite aggressive, a stark contrast to his slightly fragile tone.

Beneath his proactive exterior, Feng Lan seemed to be hiding a deep sense of unease. He wanted to hold Tang Tang tightly, to gain a clear sense of comfort through intimate entanglement and the warmth of a lover's body.

It's a fragile instinct; only when embracing Tang Tang can I find peace.

How much do you miss me?

Tang Tang was kissed by Feng Lan, the kisses falling like raindrops. She could feel Feng Lan's touch and his hot, burning body temperature.

"I can only fall asleep when I dream of you," Feng Lan chuckled, then pulled open his zipper, and the sound of the clasp clicking open echoed.

As he spoke, his voice was urgent and pleading, “Muse… even if it’s just a dream.”

His hands were very hot, and his body temperature was very high.

Tang Tang indulged him, and the two hugged tightly. She raised her hand to stroke Feng Lan's hair and said in a gentle tone, "You've been wronged, Feng Lan. Who made you suffer?"

Feng Lan paused, then gritted his teeth.

Tang Tang groaned, feeling Feng Lan's direct...

Feng Lan held Tang Tang tightly, with no distance between them.

He asked softly, "What grievance?"

Tang Tang tugged at his hair, pulled the bad dog's head off her neck, and looked at him, saying, "Aren't you aggrieved?"

If you're not feeling wronged, why act like a stray dog ​​that has finally found a home?

Poor Fenglan.

The feigned indifference in his eyes seemed to crumble. When he looked at Tang Tang, his expression was a mixture of madness and sorrow. At that moment, Tang Tang felt as if she heard Feng Lan's silent cry for help.

So Tang Tang reached out her hand to Feng Lan.

"Uh-huh……"

"Hiss, Fenglan, are you a dog?"

Tang Tang's fingers gently brushed against the long-healed tattoo on Feng Lan's waist and abdomen. The black tattoo bore Tang Tang's name in beautiful cursive English, as if Tang Tang had marked the person before him.

And that is indeed the case.

Feng Lan belongs to Tang Tang. When he went so far as to willingly brand himself with Tang Tang's mark, Tang Tang inevitably developed a greater fondness for him.

Just as she said, Fenglan was her little dog, and no one was allowed to bully him.

Feng Lan remained silent, only continuing to approach, approach, and get even closer.

His breathing was rapid, as if he hoped the two of them could become one.

Muse.

Muse.

Muse.

Fenglan kept murmuring in a low voice, constantly confirming her suspicions amidst the earth-shattering entanglement.

"I love you."

"I love you."

Fenglan's voice was intermittent.

Tang Tang could feel the trembling when he hugged her tightly, and the ticklish sensation of his hair brushing against her neck as he buried his face in hers.

She could hear Feng Lan's voice, repeating "I love you" over and over again, as if she felt very insecure.

Humans are emotional beings; some are indifferent to it, while others are deeply moved. Feng Lan had suppressed his surging emotions countless times in the past, until he met Tang Tang.

He seemed to pour all his emotions into Tang Tang, whether good or bad.

“They’re all fake…” Feng Lan’s movements were slow, her voice choked with emotion, “They’re all fake…”

Cool water droplets fell from the skin of her neck; Tang Tang knew they were Feng Lan's tears.

The genius designer, who is always arrogant and seemingly never compromises, is now nothing more than a pitiful big dog who clings to Tang Tang and sheds tears.

Tang Tang gently stroked Feng Lan's nape, using the same technique as petting a dog, and said, "Don't cry."

Feng Lan didn't move, she just rubbed against him.

"hiss."

Tang Tang frowned, feeling somewhat caught in a dilemma... As for Feng Lan, despite his heavy tears, he still carried out his duties to the end.

Tang Tang couldn't hold back any longer and kicked him, saying, "Don't do it here."

She said, "Go to the bathroom, I want to take a shower."

Feng Lan reluctantly bit Tang Tang's shoulder.

Only then did Tang Tang finally see what Feng Lan's face looked like, which had been buried in his eyes and never looked up.

He was still a little burdened, keeping his face tense. Feng Lan's appearance was very mixed-race and also had a strong sense of aggression.

His tense expression and slightly pursed lips did indeed give him a somewhat harsh look. If it were Feng Lan's assistant or other staff members, they would probably be trembling with fear, worried that Feng Lan would nitpick again.

But in reality, Tang Tang knew that this person was only holding on with his face. She got close and immediately saw that Feng Lan's eyes were a little red and his eyelashes were even a little wet.

When his eyes are red-rimmed, he looks really easy to bully.

She was a little stubborn, a little disheveled, and a little pitiful.