The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

But W's disguise was also exceptionally well done.

For example, when the owner holds a carton of milk and obediently drinks it, they do look quite well-behaved.

So Tang Tang didn't show favoritism; she turned around and tossed another box into King's arms.

King caught the carton of milk and remained silent for a moment.

The milk was warm, so you could still feel its temperature when you held it in your hand.

He hesitated for a moment, then removed the straw and took a sip.

It has a light milky aroma, not too strong.

King doesn't usually drink milk, but he can accept this brand.

King subconsciously glanced at Tang Tang, but heard her lazy voice, "How is it? This brand doesn't have a very strong milk flavor, does it?"

A mild milk flavor doesn't mean the milk is bad. This brand of milk is different from fresh milk; it has a smoother texture and almost no milky smell.

It's a flavor that King can accept.

But he didn't expect that Tang Tang actually... seemed to know that he didn't like drinking milk.

King held the carton of milk, staring blankly at Tang Tang. After a moment of realization, he slowly nodded.

"Hmm..." King smiled slightly. "It's delicious."

Tang Tang instantly became smug, "I asked Xiaoxiao to pick this out specially."

She didn't specifically pay attention to King's tastes, but since they lived together most of the time, Tang Tang would inevitably notice them to some extent.

King looked at Tang Xiao, who stood quietly and elegantly beside Tang Tang, silent yet very present.

"…Thanks."

Tang Xiao bowed slightly to King, his tone still calm and elegant, "This is the master's order, Mr. King, there is no need to say anything more."

It must be said that, compared to others, the interaction between Tang Xiao and King was quite respectable.

Anyway, it's much more respectable than someone who resorts to violence.

Ok.

King and W sat quietly drinking their milk, looking exceptionally well-behaved.

Tang Tang stood up abruptly, stretched, and then, as if suddenly remembering something, looked at King and asked, "Where's Hua Hua? Aren't you going to bring it over?"

“It’ll be here tomorrow,” King said, snapping out of his reverie. “It was having so much fun in a nature reserve the other day that it didn’t want to leave.”

Hua Hua has a locator on her, and King can see Hua Hua's flight path on his phone.

Logically speaking, now that the temperature is cold, macaws should not like being outdoors, given their nature.

But Hua Hua is also special. Like Tang Tang's crow, it is very resistant to the cold, so it is still out having a great time.

Tang Tang thought of the lively parrot and laughed, "Tomorrow I'll have Xiaoxiao prepare a big meal for Huahua."

W was quiet and didn't cause any trouble. He just watched Tang Tang and King talk while quietly drinking his milk.

Tang Tang glanced at her watch and said to the two of them, "Okay, I'm going to school now."

She quite liked Harvard; many of the courses were very interesting and contained knowledge that was previously unknown to her.

Therefore, Tang Tang can be said to be much more enthusiastic about attending classes than about going to work... although she didn't actually go to work much.

In short, Tang Tang waved goodbye to the two of them and then prepared to change her clothes to return to Harvard.

Tang Xiao followed her to the dressing room, and in the end, only King and W were left in the restaurant.

King glanced at W; since the successful restoration of his face, W seemed like a completely different person.

He was no longer so aggressive, no longer so angular, and W had become quiet all over. Combined with his face, he looked very special.

How should I put it? There's a kind of pathetic pretense about it.

Anyway, King thinks it's quite an eyesore.

Of course, he usually doesn't get into conflicts with others, so King simply ignored W and got up to leave.

However, just as King got up, dragged his chair around, and prepared to leave, W suddenly finished the last sip of milk and then put the milk carton on the table.

"clatter."

It was a very soft sound, yet it inexplicably carried a hint of provocation.

W looked at King, her eyes suddenly crinkling into a smile, and then asked in a soft, slow, and insincere tone, "Did Ghost and Sky fight yesterday?"

He stared at King, his tone seemingly completely innocent, "Was it in the hallway? I saw that the carpet and vases in the hallway seemed to have been removed."

King has never had a good temper, but he rarely gets into conflicts with others because he devotes most of his energy to his goal of revenge.

Therefore, when he heard W's question, which didn't seem very sincere, he simply replied coldly, "Hmm."

“Oh,” W suddenly chuckled, then asked, “When was it… was it last night?”

At this moment, although his voice was smiling, it inexplicably made people feel uncomfortable.

King slowly turned around, looking at W expressionlessly. Because King was standing while W was sitting, it gave him a sense of being superior.

But W didn't seem to care much. He simply took the empty milk carton back. The milk had cooled down, but W still unconsciously stroked it gently with his hand.

He gripped the milk carton tightly, a sneer on his face. "Last night, wasn't it? They were fighting in the hallway last night... King, do you know why?"

why?

why?

That vague and ambiguous answer, tinged with eroticism, seems to be a rhetorical question that lies in everyone's heart.

King's eyes changed slightly, becoming dark, as if many negative emotions were rising within him.

He looked at W and said coldly, "It has nothing to do with me."

"Oh, really?" W blinked innocently, then chuckled.

Neither of them spoke, and a moment of silence fell. This silence was nauseating; King felt uncomfortable, frowned, and turned to leave.

However, just as King took a few steps, W's somewhat apologetic voice came from behind him again.

“Nikolaita was in my room last night,” W’s voice was as gentle and elegant as an opera singer’s as ever, but now it had a blatant boasting. “King, we had a lot of fun yesterday. Did we disturb you?”

King left without pausing, as if he hadn't heard W's words, and continued on his way.

However, W did not overlook his slowly clenching hands and his cold back.

W's smile slowly faded, and he stared sinisterly at King's departing figure. Then, thinking of the other mercenaries who also had a strong presence, he could only straighten the corners of his lips.

What an eyesore.

It would be better if they were all dead.