Chapter 131

Nanny should be playing games. This guy is online almost 24 hours. It seems that as long as he is online, he is always there. Tang an turns off his cell phone, takes a bath in the bathroom, and then takes the quilt and prepares to go downstairs to sleep later. Now the climate is hot during the day, but it is still a little cold at night, especially in the second half of the night.

The mobile phone received a text message from Zhang Yuying, including several photos. They are the boundless swimming pool suspended in the air, which can overlook the night of the whole Zhonghai City, the bedroom with water curtain, and the yoga room filled with fog and water droplets, which feels like a tropical rain forest. Attached is a sentence: I have been bought off. I must get sang Mengmeng to be a girlfriend, In this way, I can continue to hold the local tyrant's thigh.

Tang an smiled. Even if many people have luxury houses at home, they will still be attracted by some top hotels. It is because they are used to the house at home and feel the different living environment and style that are still very attractive.

Tang an was inspired that his family should be able to rest again. Compared with the cost of hotel decoration, it doesn't need too high cost to do some similar decoration in his family.

Why don't you build such a swimming pool near the wall of Sang Mengmeng's building? You can soak while watching the cruise ships and lights on the river not far away. It's also very good. However, winter is coming, and the pool is not used much. It's better to give priority to other places.

A pavilion or corridor with flowing water and water curtain behind it? Does it look crowded in the yard? Tang an pondered and couldn't make up his mind for a moment... The key is that he is slightly poor. Compared with the cost, it must be much cheaper to decorate the hotel by himself, but for Tang an, it's also a big expense.

At this time, Nanmao came in and saw what Tang an seemed to be thinking. Nanmao stood there, looked at Tang an, thought about it, and let the corners of his mouth tilt up slightly, showing a proud smile.

"Why does your majesty laugh?" Tang an thought Nanmao seldom smiles for no reason, so he asked... I have to admit that Nanmao is still very beautiful as long as he smiles, even if there is some arrogance in his smile.

"I think of a human proverb: as soon as human beings think, God Laughs." Nanmao restrained his smile. Because there is nothing really worth laughing at, it's hard to keep smiling.

"What kind of proverb is this? And it's not funny." Tang an asked incomprehensibly.

"As soon as stupid Wang Wang thinks, smart cats laugh." Nanmao said expressionless.

Tang an hugged her arm. Is this a cold joke? It's cold enough. Remember to use the quilt at night.

"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 has been changed into a new bed. The sheets have only been changed, so they haven't been changed today. You'll make do with it."

"Why did you change the sheets? Is it because after peeping at sang Mengmeng's body a few days ago, the cerebral cortex actively issued commands late at night to excite your body, thus emitting countless liquids that can carry the hope of human reproduction and defiling the sheets?" Nanmao asked suspiciously.

Tang an opens her mouth. Fortunately, her body and brain have been strengthened. Rao is so. It also takes some time to understand what Nanmao is saying.

"No!" cried Tang an, holding the quilt and turning to walk outside.

"Stop!" shouted Nanmao.

Tang an stopped and turned to look at Nanmao.

"You're going to sleep in this room tonight," Nanmao said, looking around the room.

Nanmao didn't blush and Nanmao wasn't shy. Naturally, Tang an didn't sleep with her. Where did Tang an sleep? Tang an looked around and couldn't find a more comfortable place than the sofa downstairs... It must be that if she asked sang Mengmeng to sleep in her bed, sang Mengmeng wouldn't care, but Tang an was embarrassed. Who sang Mengmeng's bed? It's estimated that he would really be unable to sleep all night.

"Why?" Tang an protested. He gave his bed to Nanmao, but she even bothered him.

"I watched a TV play called a big bird and its two human good friends because it hasn't died yesterday," Nanmao said.

"So?" Tang an thought hard in his mind. Although there are many directors and writers who are confused now, it is estimated that no TV play will have this name? What's more, can the story content embodied in this name be compiled into a TV play? Then this screenwriter is more bullshit than the author of online novels.

"In this TV play, the heroine sleeps on the bed and the hero sleeps on the rope, so you have to sleep on the rope," Nanmao took out a rope.

"Give it to me, I'll hang it!" Tang an was very excited and took the rope from Nanmao's hand.

He knows what Nanmao is talking about. It's a big bird that hasn't died. This is the big hanging left by old Mr. Dugu... No, big eagle! As for the two human good friends, the man is naturally Yang Guo, and the woman is of course Xiao Longnv!

"You can also. With the strength and bearing capacity of your neck muscles, it is estimated that it will take you at least one night from hanging to suffocation. Then you can hang." Nanmao nodded.

Tang an was very sleepy. He just wanted to sleep well. He didn't want to sleep on the rope or hang himself. He looked at Nanmao weakly. "King, as far as I know, in this TV play, the hero sleeps in bed. Only the powerful heroine can sleep on the rope. Why don't you sleep on the rope?"

"What do I want as like as two peas?" said the South cat with a sneering smile. "How can I do this stupid thing on a rope without going to bed?"

And cats who are born with a sense of superiority, never change their position and never have the idea of "Empathy", they really can't communicate!

"Why do you have to leave me in this room? I can't even sleep on the sofa?" Tang an thought about it. Nanmao shouldn't think such an arrangement is very fun. As a reserved and shy little girl, she shouldn't leave him in her sleeping room for the night if it's not necessary.

Therefore, there must be a reason why Nanmao hasn't said or won't say it. Tang an analyzes it wisely.

Nanmao bowed his head and stroked his nightdress. Under the skirt, a claw stretched out to grasp a fireball about the sun. He looked at his slippers like a big claw. Nanmao looked around the room once, and then said, "can you tell ghost stories?"

Tang an suddenly became energetic, nodded vigorously and said, "of course!"

"I think I can exaggerate the terrible atmosphere through ghost stories, so as to scare the little girl who has always wanted to teach me a lesson, which makes you full of interest." Nan Mao narrowed his eyes and pointed his finger to Tang an's bright eyes, "but I just asked if you can tell ghost stories, but I didn't want to hear you tell ghost stories."

Tang an only feels that one breath is blocked in his chest, which makes people unable to breathe. It's like a person who likes gossip very much but can't announce it to his mouth after knowing a big secret. Unexpectedly, Nanmao still has a little self-knowledge. She knows that Tang an has always wanted to teach her a hard lesson.

"The reason why ghost stories frighten stupid human beings lies in the rendering and foreshadowing of details, which reminds human beings of the image and feeling of unknown things rooted in their minds, and further excavates the hidden negative emotions. When they occupy more than 60% of their psychology, human beings will enter a state of fear." Nanmao also has no intention to tell Tang an ghost stories, Then he said, "all kinds of details and expressions, and even the comprehensive elements composed of sound, light and shadow, we can call it atmosphere... This house is full of such an atmosphere."

"What?" Tang Anton Zhang Xi looked at it and said discontentedly, "I don't like it. You can sleep on the sofa downstairs. This is my mother's previous room. I don't feel the atmosphere in the ghost story. I just feel warm, relieved and comfortable."

Tang an is telling the truth. Maybe after others die, such a room will make others have psychological obstacles, but how can he have any obstacles in the room where his mother lived before her death?

If there is a ghost, her mother can turn into a ghost and appear in this room, that is what Tang an really expects. Even if she has died, she still wants to see her again.

"This is the anomaly. You will feel warm, at ease and comfortable. For me, when I first entered this room, I have felt very different from you until now." Nanmao did not have psychological ups and downs because Tang an was slightly excited, but still said calmly: "The atmosphere you and I feel is different. Do you think it's your and my problem or the problem of the room itself?"

Tang an understood what Nanmao meant and naturally said: "Of course, there is no problem with the room itself. There may be unresolved supernatural events in the world, but it is definitely not a terrible ghost in the general sense. The atmosphere you and I feel is different, but it's just you and me. This is my mother's room. I naturally feel warm, relieved and comfortable. You have no feelings for my mother. Of course, you feel different Yes. "

"But you also said that this room is colder than mine, especially in the middle of the night... Is it normal to be cold?" Nanmao said in a long, slow, low and gloomy tone.

Tang an shivered involuntarily. Nanmao is also very capable of frightening people!

"Because the sun can shine into the window of that room, the sunshine time is relatively long, of course, it's warmer. This room faces its back all year round..." Tang an suddenly paused and never thought about a problem. When he was a child, his mother's room was the one where Nanmao lived now. Later, his mother asked Tang an to sleep in that room, and she moved to this smaller room. Perhaps the simple reason is that he noticed it now.

Wutong can't sleep when Wutong is shady. It is more often than not that winter is more cold than other places. This is probably one of the few shortcomings of Wutong lane.

Nanmao glanced at Tang an, and the man habitually indulged in his moving. However, Nanmao didn't care and just observed the room coldly.