Chapter 97

The car stopped in Wutong lane. A light blue taxi and a deep gray and slightly damp floor revealed a quiet color. Lin Yuling jumped down and took off his helmet on his head and took a deep breath. He did not make a name for the love people today.

It didn't achieve the effect she wanted, which made Lin Yuling a little unwilling.

"Wait, I'll get you the money." Lin Yuling pointed to Tang an and ran quickly to her house.

Tang an took the money from the master and thought about it. She still waited at the door of Lin Yuling's house so that she wouldn't ignore her. She came to find something about the taxi fare.

Not long after waiting, Lin Yuling took ten yuan and didn't have to change it.

Tang an picked it up and was going home.

"You really want to, cheapskate!" then Lin Yuling closed the door of her yard and leaned behind the door. She took the opportunity to scold Tang an, and he had no way to refute herself.

Tang Ancai didn't bother to pay attention to him. Lin Yuling said he was a cheapskate, just as he was said to be a neuropathy by a neuropathy.

When Tang an came home, he saw the black tiger forward at first sight. He was walking with his tail wagging in the yard. He took a little big steps and looked like a dog.

The black tiger forward is back, and so is the South cat.

Tang an saw Nanmao in the living room.

To Tang an's great surprise, Nanmao didn't wear a tiger hat. This seems to be the first time.

So Tang an couldn't help looking at Nanmao again. Without this seemingly childish tiger head hat, Nanmao finally showed a girl's temperament. Her pure face was like a snow mountain connected with glaciers on the Qinghai Tibet Plateau, with boundless white clouds and boundless snow, cold and quiet, People hold their breath after taking a deep breath.

Seeing Tang an, Nanmao turned off the music on his mobile phone, and the kitten finally stopped singing.

Tang an saw Nanmao's tiger hat. She actually put her tiger hat on the head of second master Guan enshrined in the living room.

Guan Erye of the town house worshipped by Tang'an's family is quite big. It's not incongruous to wear a tiger hat in terms of proportion, but it's Guan Erye. How can Guan Erye be cute?

Tang an hurried over, apologized to Guan Erye, and then took off the tiger hat.

"Your Majesty, your hat can be put in the wardrobe, but it can't be put there!" Tang an said holding the tiger hat in his hands. He has always been curious that the ears of the hat often move, but he hasn't had the opportunity to study it. Now holding it in his hands, there is a feeling of holding a living creature. Maybe the hat is also an artifact with a source like a cat's belly.

"This is my crown." Nanmao reached out and took it and put it on his head. "One day, when humans all over the world see this crown, they will shout to the king!"

"There's no momentum at all," Tang an said sincerely, as if he saw a child reading the lines in the cartoon with dignity.

Nanmao's mouth turned up and didn't care about Tang an's views. As a powerful king in his heart, how could he care about the views of such short-sighted subordinates like stupid dogs?

"I'm going to eat baked pumpkin with cheese tonight," Nanmao said, pointing to the menu on TV. "Also, I haven't found any human beings that can be captured and imprisoned for research today."

Tang an was relieved to hear her say so.

"OK, do you want to eat anything else besides baked pumpkin with cheese?" Tang an said happily in order to celebrate a human who was inexplicably lucky not to be caught.

"Do you only know what I want to eat?" Nanmao was a little angry. When the king returned from the inspection, he would know to ask her what she wants to eat. Is the most important thing for her in his eyes what to eat? Nanmao held his hands in front of his chest and glanced at the TV. The ears of the tiger hat moved. He suddenly wondered whether the spaghetti looked good, so he turned his head expressionless, "and I want to eat spaghetti, a bottle of milk and a bottle of yogurt. The yogurt needs strawberry flavor."

The great advantage of refrigerators and kitchens is that they make people want to hold a lot of things and store a lot of things. Naturally, there are family standing things such as cheese, pumpkin and pasta. Tang an is not good at these dishes, but they are very simple. Just look at the menu.

Tang an prepares to have dinner before talking business with Nanmao. When she comes to the kitchen, she finds that sang Mengmeng has tied an apron in the kitchen.

"We've dressed up and met again." Sang Mengmeng's cheeks are slightly red.

Sang Mengmeng is wearing a relatively Petite off shoulder Jumpsuit skirt. The apron covers all the Jumpsuit skirts. The front looks like a body apron, which makes people fantasize.

Tang an can't help worrying that he has become a dog again.

"I'll cook the dishes tonight. Nanmao wants to eat baked pumpkin with cheese and pasta." Tang an couldn't help glancing at sang Mengmeng's long legs and quickly took back her eyes. Mature girls can inspire young men's ability at the first time than young girls wearing tiger hats.

"I can do this, you go and play with Nanmao." Sang Mengmeng smiled very gently, not the kind with provocation and ambiguity.

Only is gentle, revealing a comfortable sweetness.

Sang Mengmeng in clothes and sang Mengmeng alone with him in the room don't seem to be the same person. They feel very different... Or this is the charm of girls. They don't make men feel that they are like that and won't change.

Tang an stood at the kitchen door, looked at sang Mengmeng's back, stood for a while and left.

Tang an doesn't know how she feels. The women in the kitchen are very destructive to Tang an. It is undeniable that for Tang an, his mother is a standard for him to choose his girlfriend, and sang Mengmeng's back in the kitchen is very like his mother, and sang Mengmeng is also a girl his mother likes very much.

Let's talk to Nanmao first. Tang an ran to the living room and sat down carefully, ready to talk to Nanmao.

"Are you going to peek at sang Mengmeng's bath tonight?" Nanmao is reading a stall little yellow book of the legend of ancient Chinese Erotic history.

Tang an's words are stuck in her throat. I want to seriously discuss things with Nanmao and peek at sang Mengmeng's bath... I've seen everything openly today!

"Why should I peek at her bath?" Tang an inexplicably feels superior. Don't peek. I saw it today. Sang Mengmeng is in good shape. In addition, Tang an doesn't think peeking at sang Mengmeng's bath can know more about her.

"To get to know her again, it must be verified that sang Mengmeng is really a dog spirit family. After that, you are bound to have more interest in her and want to know more about her." Nanmao said impatiently, "I told you earlier that when a person takes off his clothes, he will expose many of his qualities and personality, which is the most secret and effective way to know a person."

"No... no, I don't need it." Tang an shook his head and suddenly remembered one thing. "Haven't you peeked at my bath, too?"

Tang an felt that the southern cat was careful and cautious about the personality of things on the earth. She decided to come to him as a base, not necessarily without some preparation and investigation. It may include peeking at his bath.

Nanmao blushed and turned to stare at the book. In the book, an old man selling tofu was peeping into his daughter-in-law's bath. This kind of thing was called picking ashes in ancient China.

"You've really peeped!" Tang an stood in front of Nanmao, stunned. Tang an never thought that someone would peep at her bath. Such a discovery really made Tang an feel like being secretly burst chrysanthemums.

Egg, hurt, chrysanthemum, tight, heart, hurt.

Tang an quickly and carefully recalled that he didn't seem to have done anything embarrassing in taking a bath recently? After thinking for a while, Tang an was sure that he didn't put all kinds of handsome poses when taking a bath, didn't look at his little brother carefully, and didn't lengthen the size. In short, he took a normal bath, and finally felt a little relieved.

"I'm not peeking, I'm just watching." turning around again, Nanmao said confidently.

"OK... Ok..." Tang an is indignant and unwilling. He always feels that he has suffered a loss. Who wants people to peek at his bath? He is not an exposure maniac... Inexplicably Tang an thinks of Lin Yuling, who is also a peeping maniac.

"It's not tenable to understand a person by peeping at others' baths. For example, I want to know you. Should I also peep at your baths?" Tang an still couldn't help saying it.

Nanmao was really angry. He stood on the sofa and said loudly, "you don't need to understand me. You just need to understand my orders!"

"Anyway, you can't do this again, or I won't give you yogurt!" Tang an took out his mace.

"You threaten me!" Nanmao's eyes turned. He should hide some yogurt and milk later.

"It's not a threat, it's just to tell you the consequences." Tang an frowned at Nanmao. "Did you peek once?"

Nanmao nodded.

Fortunately, it was only once. Ah, Tang an thought, it was retribution. When he saw sang Mengmeng taking a bath, he should have reacted. It was really a hindsight.

"Well, I have something to tell you." Tang an took a deep breath and calmed herself. "Nanmao, sang Mengmeng is actually the puppy I fed when I was a child..."

Tang an told Nanmao the story of herself and Xiaobai. After that, Tang an looked at Nanmao slightly sad, but felt warm and warm. His eyes were full of warmth after feeling the positive energy.

"Then you..." Nanmao looked at the book in his hand, looked at the content described in the book in his hand, and said: "did you put her legs on her shoulders and separate her female Hukou? The young lady's mouth is like a very comfortable *********************************************************************************************

Tang an stared at Nanmao. Of course, this paragraph she read was one of those unofficial history novels. Tang an also read it. In fact, this unofficial history novel, like the modern pistol text, has basically no plot and the content description is very vulgar, but it's OK for Nanmao to look at it and watch her read it expressionless, Tang an only felt that the feeling was like that the classmate who peeked at the little yellow book was caught, and then the teacher looked at it in front of the classmate.

What's more, the story of myself and sang Mengmeng has half a dime to do with those things! How can they be linked together!

Nanmao is a really annoying cat, Tang an thought angrily.

"Why do you read all books?" Tang an said weakly after she was angry. She couldn't help wondering if she trusted Nanmao so much and always wanted to discuss with her. Was it really casting pearls before swine?

"Books are the ladder of human progress." Nanmao said thoughtfully, "if you want to understand the progress of human civilization, you should naturally start with books. If you want to have an in-depth understanding, until you control and subvert such civilization, you must also start with books. The sea of books is boundless. It's not enough to take only a spoonful of water, so you need to read all kinds of books."

He is worthy of being a king. He has such foresight in every move. Tang an really wants to worship her.

Nanmao looked at Tang an and touched the ears on his tiger's head and hat. It seemed that Tang an didn't do anything for his female family. Really, sang Mengmeng was a girl on earth. The easiest way for an earth man to treat an earth woman was to divide his female family. Tang an, as a once earth man, didn't understand this truth, That's stupid.

So Nanmao continued to read. Anyway, the men in this book want to achieve a goal.

"I don't think there's any conspiracy behind this... The point is, things must be useful. It took thousands of years for humans to evolve from monkeys. How did sang Mengmeng come from such a transformation? There won't be such a mutation all of a sudden, which can't be explained by science." Tang an doubts this, and hopes Nanmao can give an answer, "Will sang Mengmeng meet you like me? She just doesn't know."

"Do you think sang Mengmeng first changed from a man to a dog and then realized that she could become a man, or that sang Mengmeng was a dog and then could become a man?" Nanmao asked, staring at Tang an's eyes.

"I think it's possible to change from a man to a dog first." Tang an thought and thought that this possibility is greater. After all, he is like this. Then it's more likely that similar things have happened, but the other possibility is quite different. In fact, it's completely different from Tang an's experience.

"Your answer is not analysis, but your hope. That is to say, you want her to be human, so you don't have such a strong psychological barrier when you divide her female households." Nanmao bowed his head and said calmly.

Tang an's face is very hot. I have to say that Tang an does have such a mind, but it doesn't mean that Tang an really wants to divide it... Bah, why does Nanmao use this word? Tang an just wants to let what happened today make him less tangled psychologically.

"I just want to hear your analysis, not let you analyze me." Tang an really wants to pull the moving ears on the South cat tiger hat.

Nanmao put down the book in his hand. The thick little yellow book full of all kinds of rough descriptions of spring boudoirs began to walk around the living room.

Tang an knew she was thinking about it, so she didn't bother her, just looked at her.

Tang an has always wondered what level of existence Nanmao belongs to. Is it an immortal who can destroy heaven and earth, or a legendary magician such as Gandalf in Western Magic Movies, or a superhero?

It is undeniable that Nanmao has a unique behavior style and thinking mode that combines her strength and status. It is difficult to comment on whether she is excellent or wise from Tang an's position, but it is undoubtedly suitable for her.

Nanmao is very beautiful and beautiful. With the adjective of the earth, it is "spirit". It is like a beautiful phantom jumping around on the heart in people's heart. It is untouchable but thrilling.

Her long hair is always flowing and windless. It is like magical energy in the air. All kinds of places beyond and different from ordinary people make Tang an feel that Nanmao is the top life that really belongs to the animal spirit Empire, and she and sang Mengmeng are only real earth life, which has been integrated into the world that Nanmao is called in deep water.

"Sang Mengmeng is a dog spirit clan." after half a ring, Nanmao touched Guan Erye's big knife and concluded.

Don't you take it for granted? Tang an was speechless, and then thought that Nanmao wouldn't talk nonsense. There was a different meaning in her sentence.

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