Chapter 279

Back home, Tang an made papaya milk stewed snow clam, and then brought it to Nanmao. Lin Yuling also asked for a share of papaya and snow clam she bought with Tang an.

After eating, Lin Yuling went home with the good wish that she might get bigger when she got up the next morning.

The home became clean again. Sang Mengmeng went back to take a bath. Nanmao sat on the sofa and watched TV. Under her palm lay the motionless black tiger forward. The black tiger forward turned his bulging belly. Tang an could see the trace of a bone across his belly, which made him wonder if he had swallowed a whole bone directly into his stomach.

How can I eat it? But it's not surprising that it's the cat of the South cat king.

"Don't you take a bath?" Tang an asked. He taught Nanmao about the use of bath products and some things in the bathroom, but he rarely saw Nanmao use the bathroom in his impression.

"Do you want to peek?" Nanmao looked at Tang an with a strange expression, "Although I don't quite understand why I feel shy when you peek at my bath, I think it's strange that you have such a motivation. After all, it's troublesome to peek at sang Mengmeng's bath, and I'm close at hand. Can my shy mood stop you from doing so?"

"Yes, yes." Tang an nodded and said strangely, "I become a dog lying next to you. You can accept it. Obviously you trust me. But why do you suspect that I want to peek at your bath?"

"After all, it's more perfect now, and you exude something called hormones that can dominate your reason," Nanmao said naturally, "You can't force me to achieve the purpose of satisfying your desires, so as to drive you to obtain satisfaction from other aspects. After all, the mode of thinking and action of ordinary intelligent creatures is to try to satisfy their desires without asking for anything else."

"Well, well, you keep watching TV and don't take a bath." Tang sighed and continued to clean up. She can feel what she thinks.

"I'm going to take a bath." Nanmao stood up.

"In order to prove my innocence, I decided to go out." Tang an raised his hand and said.

Nanmao glanced at Tang an, and then walked upstairs with her skirt. The black tiger forward rolled down from the sofa, bit Nanmao's skirt and jumped upstairs behind her.

Tang an feels that the black tiger forward is really not like a cat. The cats are reserved and proud. The black tiger forward is too lively and almost never stops.

Tang an continued to be busy with her own affairs and chores. After she was busy, she went out and looked next door. The light in Sang Mengmeng's room was still dim, indicating that sang Mengmeng was still in the bathroom.

He took out the boards and tools from the utility room, and Tang an continued to make his own tatami bed.

He didn't use the chainsaw any more. After all, the noise of the chainsaw at night was too loud to give Lin Yuling an excuse to trouble him. Tang an picked up a board, drew a line, took out the dagger Zhang Yuying gave him, inserted it directly into the board, took a deep breath and pressed it down. The board was cut like a piece of paper cut by a paper knife.

"It's so cool..." the feeling of cutting wood boards is like cutting paper. It's very enjoyable. When Tang Anton was very interested, he drew all the wood boards according to the drawing.

For Tang an, carpentry is almost like making paper molds, not to mention making something as simple as tatami. It's even easier.

After a while, Tang an finished the tatami bed completely and waited for polishing and painting. This is a meticulous ink painting skill, which can not be completed quickly with one's strength.

Tang an grinds the dagger, and then Haosheng puts it away. Usually, as long as he doesn't take the subway, but the security check, there's no problem carrying the dagger with him.

Zhang Yuying is the best gift giver. Tang an thought so, and then patted her cheek to restrain these useless thoughts.

Tang an is going to do some work tonight. At this time, Tang an hears sang Mengmeng calling himself.

She stood by the window, and the light fell on her skin. It was extraordinarily white and glowing, as if she was bathed in gauze in the moonlight. Her round shoulders and exquisite collarbone, long hair were scattered, and scattered strands hung on her cheeks. Looking at the antique window lattice and carved flowers, Tang an suddenly understood why sang Mengmeng liked to wear Chinese clothes and Han Feng's dress, because she is really suitable. It is different from the sharp chin of Nanmao. It has a unique classical charm and won't make people feel frivolous... Many girls look like ancient brothel women when wearing some brightly colored Hanfu because of their common net red face and sharp chin.

Sang Mengmeng doesn't. at first glance, her cheeks are the feeling of being pampered. Wearing Han clothes will only make people feel like a golden lady, elegant and thick, gorgeous and solemn full of ancient style.

"Why?" Tang an didn't hide her eyes. Sang Mengmeng was different from others after all... At this moment, the light behind her showed the curve of her side through her pajamas. A man knows how difficult it is to move his eyes.

"Come up for a minute!" Sang Mengmeng spoiled.

Tang an was reserved for a second, then ran upstairs, stood in front of Sang Mengmeng, smelled the fragrance from her body, sweet, looked at the delicate skin, and couldn't help but make people feel that maybe it would be delicious to really bite her.

"Here's chocolate for you." Sang Mengmeng squeezed a chocolate into Tang an's mouth.

Tang an opened her mouth and felt her fingers smell delicious. She touched his lips. She really wanted to bite. Then her teeth moved. She didn't seem to feel the taste of chocolate. She just thought about the taste of her fingers.

After eating, sang Mengmeng pinched another one and stuffed it. "This one is caviar sandwich. It's a strange ingredient. It feels strange, but it's very fresh, because the best eating date of this ingredient chocolate is within three days after manufacture, so eat it quickly. It won't be delicious tomorrow."

Tang an noticed that it did smell fishy, but it is said that most of the high-end caviar in the world is actually made in China. Tang an suspected that the caviar was exported from China to make this kind of chocolate, and then flew it over by air.

"Try this foie gras sandwich again." Sang Mengmeng fed it again.

Tang an felt that the chocolate made from these delicious ingredients was really a little like Nanmao's eating method of putting milk in everything. She couldn't help but frown and said, "it seems that westerners' understanding of exquisite food is just a mixture of all kinds of precious materials."

"This nut is. I don't know what kind of nut it is. It's very delicious."

Tang an ate several chocolates in a row and couldn't help asking, "Mengmeng, you asked me to come up and feed me chocolate?"

Sang Mengmeng put down the chocolate in her hand, looked at Tang an, smiled sweetly, and then nodded heavily.

Tang an was stunned and thought there was something wrong.

"Fool, if I like you, I'll find you if I have something to do. It's also you if I have nothing to do. I like a person. No matter what small things I do, I will feel different." Sang Mengmeng moved forward a little and approached Tang an's arms, with a faint blush on her cheeks, "It is said that both boys and girls will want to kiss more after eating chocolate."

Tang an looked at this beautiful face, close at hand, it was difficult to breathe, because he always felt that his breath would spray on her face, making her close her eyes uncontrollably, and then his breath would return to his nasal cavity, mixed with her breath, Tang an would have the feeling of uncontrollably kissing her.

Just then, sang Mengmeng closed her eyes.

The breeze outside the window swayed, the lights in the window were ambiguous, and the girl in front of her was beautiful and moving. Tang an's hands seemed to be uncontrollable. He hugged her in his arms and buried his head in the smell of her hair. "Meng Meng, I wanted to kiss you just now."

"Kiss." Sang Mengmeng's voice gently hugged Tang an's waist.

After a hug, Tang Ansong opened sang Mengmeng, gently pushed her away, and then looked at her with a bitter smile, "no, you don't know. Nanmao cursed me. When I kissed a girl, I would become a dog, and I would become a dog when I was impulsive."

Sang Mengmeng's cheeks are red and her heart is sweet. She always feels that her dream for a long time is close at hand, but this bastard Nanmao is really annoying.

"It seems that I'm going to have a good negotiation with Nanmao." Sang Mengmeng said, biting her teeth. In fact, the girl's real desire for intimacy with the person she likes is just kissing. There's no more surmountable reverie, but this desire was destroyed by Nanmao.

"Don't worry, she won't curse me like this all the time." Tang an smiled.

"I'm not in a hurry." Sang Mengmeng said angrily, licking his lips and winking like silk, "I don't believe it. You don't want to see my lips."

Sang Mengmeng was right. The bright and moist color was like delicate rose petals. She didn't bite it, but her desire to smell it could not be suppressed.

At this time, Tang an looked sideways and saw the black tiger forward like a black-and-white light coming out of the living room, with a "ow" sound similar to Lin Yuling's, then rushed to Sang Mengmeng's room and desperately bit Tang an's pants.

"What happened to Nanmao?" Tang an said in surprise.

The black tiger forward couldn't speak. He loosened Tang an's pants and ran back.

"Let's go and have a look." Sang Mengmeng hurriedly said that although she didn't like Nanmao, she wouldn't really gloat when Nanmao had a problem. Sang Mengmeng hurried down the stairs with Tang an.