The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

Tang Tang couldn't help smacking his lips when he heard that, "Why do I feel like something is wrong? I don't think I have to stay here for many more days."

The system is not sure.

[Maybe... it's possible. If the host really wants to go back immediately, he can also use energy to blast open the space crack, and the system can bring the host back to reality. ]

"No need," Tang Tang muttered as he leaned against the wall, looking at the cold moonlight in the sky, "Since I'm here, there must be a reason. If I don't solve this matter, I will still be unhappy even if I go back."

System Road,

【Perhaps this is a chance for the host. 】

What kind of opportunity?

Tang Tang stared at the sky in thought.

Is this a chance to make up for her childhood regrets? But it seems that every moment of her childhood was a regret.

She thought about it again and again, perhaps it was to make up for the resentment buried deep in her heart.

She was very young at that time, a dark and thin girl, so naturally those "guests" looked down on her.

Therefore, although she was hungry and beaten, at least she managed to raise herself without any major shadows.

But what about the other children in the orphanage? Those who were born with beautiful looks and fair skin were all killed by vicious hands.

Yes, Tang Tang did not have a very good relationship with all the children.

But that doesn't mean she hates them.

Just like Lin Yuebai who gave Tang Tang chocolate, they are just children who have not grown up.

When Tang Tang unexpectedly returned to the orphanage, she realized that she still hated it even now.

She thought she was reborn, had obtained the system, and was living a wanton and free life. She had grown and transformed from the inside out, heading towards a bright future.

But in fact, it wasn't. When she was reborn, the orphanage had already been submerged in the torrent of time, and all the criminals had been brought to justice. It seemed that everything had ended long ago.

So she seemed to have really let it go.

But in fact, no, she couldn't forget it because she hated it.

I hate this group of greedy people who turned the director's orphanage into a living hell, and I hate those ugly faces who could even harm children.

So here she is again, and finds she has been given an opportunity.

An opportunity to eliminate all darkness from the very beginning and usher in the true dawn.

……

Tang Tang couldn't be sure whether this child was Gray.

From his appearance, he seemed to have nothing to do with Gray.

Gray has fair and delicate skin and exquisite facial features. Because of albinism, the hair all over his body is pure pale white.

The facial features of the child in front of me are actually very ordinary. I can only say that he is not ugly. He is very thin, has three-dimensional facial features, and has quite a lot of hair.

A tall and thin one.

But it seemed to have nothing to do with the nightingale with beautiful fur.

Fortunately, Tang Tang had consolidated a certain level of trust with the child through a week-long collaboration.

That’s right, one week.

Tang Tang has been here for a week.

Relying on the system, she would go out to visit the orphanage at night every night. She would first go to the kitchen with the boy, and then go their separate ways tacitly.

After the boy left, Tang Tang sneaked to the second floor.

Those "guests" didn't come every day, so she only went to look for clues or to make sure no other children were taken away.

Only once did he encounter Lin Yuebai being brought by an aunt to meet a "guest", so Tang Tang took the opportunity to secretly set a fire, let the system disguise it as a socket explosion, and then slipped away.

The fire was neither big nor small and was put out, but it attracted the attention of the people around and even the fire department came. Naturally, the "guest" did not dare to continue and left cursing.

The second floor is half burned down, and I guess there won’t be any “guests” coming in the near future.

Tang Tang also felt relieved to continue to strengthen her relationship with the child until one day, Tang Tang asked him his name again.

People grow fast when they are full. The boy who was originally as thin as a ghost now seems to have gained a little weight. He still has a look of world-weariness and vigilance, but when he heard Tang Tang's words, he still looked at her.

The two of them each had a sweet potato bun and were sitting next to the dog hole chewing it. When Tang Tang saw the boy looking at her, she blinked and looked over, "Little brother, you already know my name is Ah Sheng, and we are friends now. It's really unfair that you didn't tell me my name."

"Friend?" The boy muttered in a low, hoarse voice, as if mocking, and then sneered, "A sneaky and deceiving friend? You have adapted well."

Tang Tang was chewing the bun, and even shook her feet proudly when she heard the boy's words. "It was originally given to us to eat, but it was stolen. I'm just taking back what belongs to me."

Something that belongs to you.

The boy took a bite of the already cold steamed bun, not looking at Tang Tang, his eyes cold, "I don't have a name."

"why?"

"No reason."

"Oh," Tang Tang curled his lips, and then said, "How about I give you a name?"

The boy looked at Tang Tang in disbelief, "?"

Tang Tang held the steamed bun and said confidently, "What's wrong? Everyone should have a name. It's so inconvenient without a name."

"Since you don't have a name, I'll give you one."

The boy probably hadn't met a peer as shameless as Tang Tang for a long time. His expression was complicated for a moment, and finally the corner of his mouth twitched, "What's the matter?"

Tang Tang thought seriously, "Tang Qiang? Tang Yingjun? Tang Shuai?"

The boy looked at the little girl who tried so hard to name herself, and couldn't help but grit his teeth and interrupted, "Why do they all have the last name Tang?"

"Because my last name is Tang," Tang Tang said as a matter of course, "I have given you a name, so of course you have to take my last name."

"You're sick." The boy didn't care about it at all. He just thought it was funny, so he sneered in a low voice, "You want to be my mother?"

Tang Tang put her hands on her hips in disdain, "I don't want a son as ugly as you! I'm so beautiful, how could I give birth to a son as ugly as you?"

After all, he was still a child. When the boy was called ugly, his face suddenly turned dark, "Who are you calling ugly?"

How dare you, a skinny and dark bean sprout, call others ugly?

"I'm not ugly anyway," Tang Tang rolled his eyes, "Forget it, why don't you tell me, what color do you like?"

It's sloppy to name it after a color, but isn't it even sloppier to have no name at all?

Hearing this, the boy looked at Tang Tang, at this little girl who was as gray, miserable and pitiful as himself.

The cold moonlight fell unobstructed, like a layer of hazy veil, seeming unreal and vague in the dark night, like a gray mist.

The boy stared at Tang Tang for a moment, then suddenly said, "Gray, I like gray."

Neither the white ones are beautiful, nor the black ones are ugly; both he and she have a grey background.

"Gray?" Tang Tang asked, with her hands on her hips. "Do you know the English word for gray? Grey... Your name is Tang Hui? That's a bit too hasty——"

and many more.

After Tang Tang said this, he was stunned.

Grey...

Gray... ?