My Goddess is a Cat

Tang An didn't intend to restore his true colors as soon as he left the hotel, because he was still **** a female bag in his hand. Why is it like a big man wandering around with a female bag? What's more, there are clothes. After recovering, the body has returned to its original shape. Even if the clothes don't break, they will bulge and look nondescript.

If you accidentally meet acquaintances, especially Bai Yunxuan and the others, it will be even worse, unable to explain why the girl they saw just now has exactly the same clothes and bag as Tang An, and the same shape.

Tang An can only go back in this suit first, hide in his own home and then recite the spell to lift his transformation. He didn't stop on the road any more. After all, he has a mission in his appearance. Now that the mission is completed, he But there is no interest in keeping this picture.

When Tang An walked out of the hotel, it had already started to rain, and it fell steadily. The lights in the window were scattered in the night, rendering the unbroken rain line like a curtain of glass beads under the rendering of the light.

The road is wet, and the air is filled with a layer of cold that makes the skin slightly cold. It is rainy and cold in autumn. Probably Zhonghai's autumn cold this year will be earlier than in the past.

Tang An doesn’t really hate the damp and cold weather. In the light rain in the past, Tang An is not used to holding an umbrella and walking slowly. The drizzle wets his hair and clothes. Just go home and change his coat. He always feels like it’s in the rain. The world I feel has a different taste.

But today is not good. Today is not a time of hypocrisy. Although the clothes are not thin and will not penetrate, but if they get wet by the rain, they don’t know. If the fake **** under the clothes are revealed, it would be embarrassing. The proper one will be stared at by a bunch of "look, abnormal" gazes.

Next to the edge of the hotel, Tang An avoided the rain and went around to stand on another street. He knew very well that it was very difficult for Zhonghai to take a taxi at this point. He could only wait for the rain to be lighter, or hit Dayun and run into an empty car.

There are a lot of people standing here waiting for the rain. There is a convenience store nearby. Tang An went in and bought a chicken sandwich. When I was with Ma Shilong just now, I really didn't have any appetite to eat more. Now I feel a little hungry.

After getting hot, Tang An just took it and ate it, and didn't care about the image of such a super beautiful woman eating in the rain on the side of the road, which is not very hygienic or elegant.

A dark golden Rolls-Royce Phantom drove over, not only Tang An, but others were also attracted by this rare color.

As the most prosperous first-tier city in China, China Shipping has a lot of rich people. Rolls-Royce is nothing but nothing. It is often seen in the streets and lanes, but it is basically black and blue. It is relatively small, not to mention the color of this dark gold, which is completely unprecedented.

I have to say that compared to the shiny gold, the dark gold should be low-key. The owner of the car is probably not low-key. It can only be said that this color is indeed more textured. The color of the entire car body and windows. Excessiveness is very natural. In the rainy night, a car of this color is really amazing, and I can't help but admire it beautifully.

Of course, the most important thing is the feeling of compelling wealth. In comparison, the license plate number is not the kind of bomb number. It is a very common set of numbers. I don’t know if it has special meaning to the car owner, or the car owner disdains it. The license plate of the bomb number.

No one would doubt that a driver of this type of car has not been able to obtain a good license plate.

"This seems to be the car of the owner of the Lake Island Hotel. I saw it when I went to Lake Island. The car logo was changed to a Tiger, not a Rolls-Royce goddess car logo." Someone next to it said.

Tang An turned his head and glanced again, the owner of the Lake Island Hotel? Isn't that Sang Mengmeng her father...that is, the boss of her mother before her death.

I don't know much from Sang Mengmeng, but Sang Yueye told herself a lot about the Sang family, and there is a story about the Sang family being descendants of Wu Song.

Tang An could not be sure, but there was no evidence to deny that, perhaps the Sang family was indeed a family that had always been connected to some extraordinary power.

After eating two bites of sandwiches, it feels really cruel. Some people are hungry and eat cheap sandwiches for eight yuan each in the rain, and some drove tens of millions of luxury cars with emotions about the rainy night scenery.

Tang An also laughed at himself, and didn't really have any dissatisfaction with his current life...except that he was a little worried about the Southern Cat King.

Just thinking about it, the dark golden Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped not far in front, and then slowly reversed, the thick tires crushed the water on the edge of the street, and slowly stopped in Tang'an. Around.

Tang An was a little strange, feeling that someone was looking at him through the car window. Although he couldn't see the people in the car, his intuition was very strong.

It seemed that the kind of beauty was waiting for the car on the side of the road, and the scene of the rich man stopping and hitting off was about to be staged. The people around looked at the car and Tang An with mixed eyes.

Tang An didn’t want to be the protagonist of this kind of vulgar drama. He was still the heroine. He was just curious about what the other party wanted to do. He wanted to say that there was no other person in the Sang family except Sang Mengmeng and Sang Yueye.

The door of the car was opened, and a middle-aged man opened his black umbrella and got out of the car, looking at Tang An intently.

"Something?" Tang An is not a real beautiful girl. Being stared at by someone so straight will not produce the shyness that a beautiful girl shows when facing an overbearing president. Just staring at the middle-aged man in front of him in the same way.

Tang An thought of "Wu Xiubo", an image of a middle-south man with a sophisticated and mature life. His hair was black and shiny, but there were some white hair **** in it without any disguise. His eyes were bright and energetic, and he looked very energetic. It was a black short sleeve, and didn't seem to be afraid of the cold of the autumn rain. The hand holding the umbrella handle was strong and muscular. It was the kind of sturdy figure that would make girls scream.

The perfect diamond king and five in the eyes of girls is probably like this, not only is rich, the key is handsome and strong, not the image of the big belly who pays the price of health and body for career.

Such rich people find it easier to find girls, because young girls can be more upright and confident, so handsome and rich, it is difficult for people to ridicule and find a superior commanding height.

What Tang An was curious about was, could the head of the dignified Sang family also do this kind of parking and chatting with young girls? In his capacity, there is no need to use this method. Tang An didn't know if the other party was Sang Mengmeng's father, but his status in the Sang family would certainly not be low.

"Girl, you are like an old friend of mine." The middle-aged man showed a surprised expression and looked at Tang An in a daze.

Called Tang An "Girl", or because of his clothes, the people next to him showed a knowing smile. This excuse for accosting is quite old-fashioned, like an old lover, and then he said he saw it. You ignite the feeling of first love, and the impulse of youth burns again.

Tang An was also a little surprised, because since the other party is from the Sang family, it is very likely that the "old friend" he said refers to Tang An's mother "Tang Lake"!

Tang An has seen her present appearance in the mirror. It is indeed very similar to her mother Tang Hu. After all, she is the mother’s son. Usually because of his gender, his son is like a mother, which means only some traces between the eyebrows and eyes, but now the image of a girl. , But it looks like Tang Lake in his youth.

"Oh? What a coincidence." Tang An can only deal with it plainly, it is not convenient for him to reveal anything now.

"The look, eyebrows, and tone of voice are all the same." The middle-aged man sighed again, "It's exactly the same as when I first saw her many years ago."

Tang An feels that the other party is a bit exaggerated. This is probably because facing a stranger who resembles the old old man, he gave birth to some emotions of reminiscence, which made him feel self-satisfied. Tang An knows that even if he looks like a mother, he Asking herself that she doesn't have the quiet and elegant temperament of her mother, and she will never look exactly the same.

"It seems that you miss your deceased very much." Tang An wanted to determine whether the "deceased" in the middle-aged man's mouth was his own mother, even though he felt like it was the top ten.

"Of course... She is my best friend, mentor, partner, confidant, and the person I admire and admire the most~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The middle-aged man stared at Tang An's eyes, showing several sadnesses.

If her mother is praised and admired in this way, Tang An thinks it is natural, so Tang An asked: "Since I am so similar to your old friend, I want to know her name, okay?"

"Tang Lake, the Tang of the Tang Dynasty, the lake of the lake. Just like her name, she has the grace of the Tang Dynasty, and is as peaceful and tolerant as a lake." The middle-aged man then asked, " Girl, what's your name?"

It really is a mother! Tang An didn’t expect to meet his mother’s deceased here, thinking about it carefully, what he knew, among his mother’s deceased people, only Sang Mengmeng, Sang Yueye, Ye Gang, and the middle-aged man in front of him, etc. People, as if it were a world that his mother had constructed outside of him, but he had just come into contact with it.

"Tang Shui." Tang An chose another name at random. The name Tang Lizi is associated with Ma Shilong. Since the other party thinks he is very similar to his mother, Tang An will not use the word "Tang Lizi" again. Dirty name.

"The names are also very similar... One is lake and the other is water." The middle-aged man looked at Tang An in awe, "Girl, take the liberty to get to know, my surname is Sang, Sang Musashi, Wu is the martial art of Wu, and Tibet is Tibet. Tibetan."

The surname Sang, the top ten is Sang Mengmeng her father. Tang An was sure, and his eyes swept across Sang Musashi’s face. The first impression was good. The sharpness in his eyes was hidden. At least when facing Tang An, there was no oppressive or offensive tone and form. Scrutinize.

"It's a bit too similar, do you really have such an old person?" Tang An deliberately showed a puzzled expression. This is also a normal reaction as a person being hit up. Tang An doesn't feel strange at all, probably Sang Musashi It will feel strange afterwards.