My Goddess is a Cat

The nanny should be playing games. This guy is online almost 24 hours a day. It seems that as long as he is online, he will always be there. Tang An turns off his mobile phone, takes a bath in the bathroom, and then takes the quilt and prepares to wait for a while. Going downstairs to sleep, the current climate is hot during the day, but still a bit cold at night, especially in the middle of the night.

The phone received a text message from Zhang Yuying. It was a few photos. They were the infinity swimming pool hanging in the air overlooking the night of Zhonghai City, the bedroom with water curtain and the yoga room filled with mist and water droplets, and the tropical rain forest feeling. The last sentence: I was bought, I must get Sang Mengmeng as a girlfriend, so that I can continue to hug the thigh of the local tyrant in the future.

Tang An smiled. Even if they have luxury homes in their own homes, many people are still attracted to some top hotels because they are used to living in the homes and feel the different living environments and styles, which are still very attractive.

Tang An was inspired by the fact that his home should be able to rest and rest. Compared with the cost of hotel decoration, doing some decorations in his own home does not actually cost too much.

How about a swimming pool like this on the wall next to the building where Sang Mengmeng is? You can soak while watching the cruise ships and lights on the river in the distance. It feels pretty good. But winter is coming soon, and this swimming pool is not very useful, so let’s give priority to other places.

A pavilion or corridor with gurgling water and a curtain of water behind? Does it seem that the yard is more crowded? Tang An wondered, but he couldn't make up his mind for a while... the key was that he was a little poorer. Compared with the cost of decorating the hotel, it would be much cheaper to do it yourself, but for Tang An, that was also a big expense.

At this time, Nan Mao came in. Seeing what Tang An seemed to be thinking, Nan Mao stood there looking at Tang An, after thinking about it, the corners of his mouth were slightly tilted, revealing a proud smile.

"Why is the king laughing?" Tang An felt that Nan Mao rarely laughed for no reason, so he asked...have to admit that Nan Mao just smiles, even if there is some arrogance in the smile, it is still very beautiful.

"I remembered a human proverb: When humans think, God laughs." Nanmao narrowed his smile, because there is no real thing worth laughing at, so it's uncomfortable to try to keep a smile.

"What kind of proverb is this? And this sentence is not funny." Tang An asked incomprehensibly.

"The clever cat laughs as soon as the stupid bark thinks." Nan Mao said blankly.

Tang An hugged his arm. Is this a cold joke? It's cold enough, remember the quilt at night.

"You remember to cover the quilt at night. My house is not like yours. It's colder." Tang An picked up the quilt and said, "The quilt was changed to a new one. The bed linen was changed, so I didn't change it today. , You will go down."

"Why did you change your sheets? Is it because you peeped into Sang Mengmeng's body a few days ago and then activated your cerebral cortex in the middle of the night and issued an order to make your body excited, thus emitting countless liquids that can carry the hope of human reproduction and staining the sheets? "Nan Mao asked suspiciously.

Tang An opened his mouth. Fortunately, his body, including his brain, had been strengthened. It would take a while before he understood what Nanmao was talking about.

"No!" Tang An said loudly, turning around and walking outside the house while holding the quilt.

"Stop!" Nan Mao shouted.

Tang An stopped and turned to look at Nan Mao.

"You have to sleep in this room tonight." Nan Mao said, looking around the room.

Nan Mao is not blushing, Nan Mao is not shy, so naturally it is not for Tang An to sleep with her, then where does Tang An sleep? Tang An looked left and right, and couldn't find a more comfortable place than the sofa downstairs...Presumably if Sang Mengmeng asked Sang Mengmeng to sleep in her bed, Sang Mengmeng would not care, but Tang An was embarrassed, who Sang Mengmeng’s bed , It is estimated that he will really be unable to sleep all night.

"Why?" Tang An protested. He gave up the bed to Nan Mao, but she actually wanted to toss him.

"I watched a TV series yesterday called "A Big Bird That Hasn't Died, and Its Two Human Friends"." Nan Mao said.

"So?" Tang An thought hard in his mind. Although there are many directors and screenwriters who have been flooded in their minds now, it is estimated that no TV series will have this name, right? What's more, the story content reflected in this name can be compiled into a TV series? Then this screenwriter is more **** than the author of an online novel.

"In this TV series, the heroine sleeps on the bed, and the male protagonist sleeps on the rope, so you have to sleep on the rope." Nan Mao took out a rope.

"Give it to me quickly, I'm going to hang it!" Tang An was very excited and took the rope from Nan Mao's hand.

He knows what Nanmao is talking about, a bird that has never died so it has grown very big. This is a big hanging from Mr. Dugu...no, big eagle! As for the two human friends, the male is naturally Yang Guo, and the female is of course the little dragon girl!

"Also, based on the strength and endurance of your neck muscles, it is estimated that it will take you at least one night from hanging to suffocation. Then you can hang it." Nan Mao nodded and said yes.

Tang An was very sleepy. She just wanted to sleep well. She didn’t want to sleep on the rope or hang herself. She looked at the Nanmao weakly, "Majesty, as far as I know, in this TV show, the hero is the one who sleeps on the bed. , Only the powerful heroine can sleep on the rope, or else you sleep on the rope?"

"Why should I make the same arrangements as others?" Nan Mao said with a sneer, "How could I do such a stupid thing as not to sleep on the rope instead of bed?"

It's really impossible to communicate with a cat who is born with a sense of superiority, never thinks in another position, and doesn't have the idea of ​​"empathetic"!

"Why do you have to leave me in this room? I can't go to sleep on the sofa?" Tang An thinks about it, Nan Mao should not think this arrangement is fun, as a reserved and shy little girl, such as No need, she shouldn't leave him in the room where she sleeps overnight.

Therefore, there must be a reason why Nan Mao hasn't said or refused to say it, Tang An analyzed it wisely.

Nan Mao lowered his head and stroked his nightdress. There was a paw at the bottom of the skirt to catch a fireball that was probably the sun. He looked at his slippers that looked like a big paw. Nan Mao looked around the room once, and then Said: "Do you know how to tell ghost stories?"

Tang An suddenly became energetic and nodded vigorously and said, "Of course it will!"

"Thinking that I can render the atmosphere of horror through ghost stories, so as to scare the mentality of the little girl I have always wanted to teach you hard, and make you full of interest." Nan Mao squinted his eyes and pointed his fingers at Tang An's gleaming eyes. "But I just asked if you could tell ghost stories, but I didn’t mean to hear you tell ghost stories."

Tang An only felt that one breath was blocked in his chest and it made people unable to breathe, just like a person who likes gossip after knowing a big secret but can’t tell it to him. He didn’t expect Nan Mao to be a little self-knowing. , Knowing that Tang An has always wanted to teach her this little girl severely.

"The reason ghost stories scare stupid humans lies in the rendering and preparation of details, which evoke the image and feeling of unknown things rooted in humans’ minds, and further dig out hidden negative emotions to occupy a psychological percentage. When it is over sixty, humans will enter a state of fear." Nan Mao did not intend to tell Tang An a ghost story, and then said, "Various details and expressions, as well as a comprehensive element composed of sound, light and shadow. , We can call it atmosphere... this house is full of such an atmosphere."

"What?" Tang Andong looked around and said dissatisfied: "If you don't like it, you can go to the sofa downstairs. This is my mother's previous room. I didn't feel the atmosphere in the ghost story, I just felt warm. Peace of mind, comfort."

Tang An is telling the truth. Maybe after other people pass away, such a room will cause others to have psychological obstacles, but how could he have any obstacles in the room where his mother lived before his death?

If there is a ghost, and his mother can turn into a ghost and appear in this room, that is what Tang An really looks forward to, even if she is dead, she still wants to see her again.

"This is the anomaly. You will feel warm, at ease and at ease. For me, when I first entered this room, until now, what I feel is completely different from you." Nan Mao There was no psychological ups and downs due to Tang An’s slight excitement~www.wuxiaspot.com~ still calmly said: "You and I feel the atmosphere is different. Do you think it is your and me problem? Or is it the problem of the room itself?"

Tang An understood the meaning of Nanmao, and naturally said: "Of course there is nothing wrong with the room itself. There may be unresolved spiritual events in this world, but they are definitely not terrifying ghosts in the general sense. The atmosphere that you and I feel are different. , It’s just a problem between you and me. This is my mother’s room. I naturally feel warm, at ease and comfortable. You have no feelings for my mother, so it’s natural to feel different.”

"But you also said that this room is colder than mine, especially in the second half of the night... Is this cold, normal?" Nan Mao said in an elongated, slow, low, and cold tone.

Tang An shuddered involuntarily, Nan Mao is quite capable of scaring people!

"Because sunlight can shine into the window of that room, the sunshine time is longer, of course it is warmer, this room is always facing away..." Tang An said, suddenly stopped, and never thought about a problem. When she was sleeping with her mother, her mother’s room was the one where Nanmao lives. Later, her mother asked Tang An to sleep in that room, and she moved to this smaller room. Perhaps for a simple reason, This is the reason he only noticed now.

Wutong Lane is lined with trees, and there is no heat when you can’t sleep. More often, it feels like the winter in Wutong Lane, which is also colder than other places. This is probably because there are not many Wutong Lanes. One of the disadvantages.

Nan Mao glanced at Tang An. The man was habitually indulged in his touch. However, Nan Mao didn't care about it, he still just observed the room coldly.