Corporate slave? Pshaw, I'm the richest woman now!

Whether it was because he noticed Tang Tang's gaze or not, the man looked up and their eyes met instantly.

Wow, what a sharp face.

How to describe it? This man had a very indifferent expression, his eyes were slightly lowered, and coupled with his thin lips, he looked at people with a scrutinizing and critical air.

He's handsome, but he also seems quite mean.

Calmly shifting her gaze, Tang Tang continued her conversation with Sun Nanting, ignoring the fiery passion and stubbornness in the man's eyes.

The man, Feng Lan, watched as Tang Tang, like a clean, pure white, soft butterfly, fluttered away with the staff.

He caught a glimpse of Tang Tang, but he remembered her face forever.

She has large eyes, thick and curled eyelashes, and her smiling lips seem to carry a soft smile.

Feng Lanque suddenly chuckled softly—but why did he always feel that there was only indifference and apathy in the eyes of this beautiful and delicate white butterfly?

The way I glanced at myself just now was so light, like looking at a pretty dog ​​on the side of the road.

The proud and arrogant designer met his muse for the first time. Feng Lan's mind was filled with Tang Tang's smiling yet calm eyes, and his heart was pounding wildly as if possessed.

Tang Tang's temperament is so contradictory.

At first glance, it appears to be a smiling white butterfly, but its eyes are cold, still, even indifferent and uncaring.

How to do it?

Compassionate and merciful deities are also the most likely to arouse the desire to drag people into a quagmire.

He was about to hold his third world-class solo fashion show, but he never closed the show with a model, because none of the models were his muses.

His first piece, in which he cut the fabric, embroidered and inlaid stitch by stitch, was created entirely by himself. Since its debut three years ago, it has been sitting in his studio.

And the owner of this dress finally met him in this absurd and sudden way...

Muse.

He could smell the fragrance of inspiration, and the alluring sweet scent of his muse, the beautiful butterfly tail.

He remembered, her name was... Miss Tang?

So sweet, his little muse.

That's a bit perverted.

As Tang Tang walked away, she inexplicably felt a chill down her spine. She turned around strangely to look, but saw nothing.

She mentally complained to the system, "Something feels off. Is my sixth sense telling me we're going to crash soon?"

【......no】

There's a pervert watching you.

However, sensing that Fenglan meant no harm, and for some reason, the system did not directly state this.

"Okay," Tang Tang babbled in her head, "Even if the plane crashes, my dear Tongtong, you'll still protect me, right?"

Yes, yes, let's go in quickly.

Tang Tang was escorted to her own private VIP lounge, which was practically a miniature hotel suite.

She had just settled into the sofa when she heard someone knocking on the door, one knock after another, at a steady, unhurried pace.

"Who?"

Tang Tang was surprised. The crew had just left, so who was knocking on the door? It couldn't be someone she knew, could it?

Sure enough, the male voice outside the door was unfamiliar, its tone as cold as snow in a cold winter, yet now it carried a hint of obvious gentleness.

"Miss Tang, I am Feng Lan."

Tang Tang silently withdrew her outstretched foot and nestled on the sofa, looking at the door like a wary cat.

Fenglan? What a coincidence, we just ran into each other like that?

Moreover, she didn't know this designer, so why did he suddenly come to her door?

"all?"

He means no harm, but if the host is not interested, they can ignore him.

Hearing that the system meant no harm, Tang Tang felt a little relieved. She planned to assign subordinates to herself after landing in Italy, otherwise, it would be fine if she were alone, but the system had set her up as a person with a high level of confidentiality.

But it's impossible for all her subordinates to be under the same level of secrecy as the Italian Prime Minister.

Anyone who didn't know better would think Italy belonged to her.

But she was also a little curious: what did this famous and talented designer want with her?

"Somewhat interested."

Was it the silver-haired man in the lounge lobby?

She opened the door, and the shadows outside cast an indescribable sense of envelopment.

A handful of pure white calla lilies, carrying a faint fragrance, was presented to me, their tender petals seemingly still glistening with dewdrops.

"What does Mr. Fenglan mean by this?"

Looking at the bouquet of flowers in front of her, Tang Tang raised her eyes, her large pupils holding a half-smile, "I don't think I know you yet."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Tang, please forgive a designer's restless heart when seeing his muse."

He stood very tall, and now he bent slightly, causing the silver snake and apple pendants around his neck to dangle in mid-air.

"Listen, my heart is beating for you."

Tang Tang lowered her eyes, her gaze moving from her slender neck to her sexy Adam's apple, then to her defined collarbone and the chest muscles wrapped in a black tight-fitting top.

"Beating for me?" Tang Tang asked with a smile, her voice cool. "What, didn't your heart beat before you met me?"

Why doesn't his muse play by the rules?

Feng Lan's handsome, arrogant face remained completely unconcerned, his gaze towards Tang Tang even more intense. "Miss Tang, listen to how flustered I am?"

Your Majesty, listen to how panicked I am!

Tang Tang gasped for breath, remaining silent for a moment before saying, "Dude, you're a bit of a pervert."

"Artists are all crazy, my muse."

Tang Tang watched as the man bent down in front of her, watched as his bandaged hand took her hand, and then pressed it against his right chest.

"It seems like the heart is located on the left side."

Tang Tang hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"But my heart is on the right side, and it beats only for my muse."

With the thin fabric covering her skin, she could almost feel the warmth emanating from the man's body beneath.

The heartbeat beneath her hand was so clear, each beat seemingly controlled by Tang Tang.

easy.

The two spoke at such a close distance, as if getting any closer would bring out Fenglan's restless heart.

"So, how did I become your muse?"

"My heart's desire, my dear, may I call you Muse?"

"casual."

You've already said so many things, isn't it a bit perfunctory to ask now?

"But what is it about me that attracts you?"

“Darling, I love the way you look at me. Even though your beautiful eyes seem to be smiling, it's actually like you're looking at a dog.”

He grasped the soft hand on his chest, gently guiding it to stroke his cheek, his laughter tinged with obvious affection, "My Muse, am I your favorite puppy?"

no......

Tang Tang's face was filled with complicated emotions as she mentally questioned the system, "Are you sure he's really not sick?"

The system remained silent.

Um, I don't think so.

"Are you sure? I'm afraid he'll enjoy it if I slap him."