My Goddess is a Cat

　　 Tang An was about to go to the kitchen to cook, Nan Mao called to stop him.

"what?"

　　 Nanmao thought for a while and said, "I had a dream last night when a dog was scratching my stomach with its paws."

　　 Tang An was taken aback. Could it be that he scratched her belly when he went to bed last night? No, it shouldn't. I'm not that unfaithful when I sleep, and I can't consciously substitute it when Nanmao talks about dogs.

　　 "Maybe you have a worm in your stomach, and you will have a dream if there is a worm." Tang An found a reason to coax the child.

　　 "You have a worm in your stomach!" Nan Mao said angrily, "Because the bed is too small, I want to sleep in a big bed!"

　　 "The bed in my room is the largest." Tang An found that King Nan Mao didn't greet that well either. After all, he was a King and still had a lot of requirements.

　　 "Well, then I'll just sleep in your room." Nan Mao said reluctantly.

　　 Tang An understands that the emotional Nan Mao is going around the corner to find a reason to occupy his room.

　　 "Then where do I sleep?"

　　 Nanmao thought for a while, and said more reluctantly, "You can become a dog, so you can sleep in the same room with me."

　　 "No!" Tang Anke quit. This is the last dignity that remains as a human being. He would rather stay up late like a human than sleep like a dog.

　　 "You go to sleep in Sang Mengmeng's room and watch her by the way!" Nan Mao gave Tang An the best of both worlds.

　　 After a whole day of contact, Tang An didn’t think Sang Mengmeng had anything to watch, and said, “I’ll go cooking first, and I’ll talk about this when I go to bed at night.”

Tang An walked to the kitchen, thinking that today I can’t sleep like yesterday... Nanmao will become a little girl, then a cat. The dream she had last night might really have something to do with him. If you sleep next to her and scratch her body unknowingly, it will be bad after all.

　　 Nan Mao followed Tang An and walked into the kitchen.

　　 "What are you doing in the kitchen?" Tang An waved his hand, "Go out and wait to eat. The king usually doesn't come in the kitchen."

　　 "I'll guide you how to cook." Nan Mao said arrogantly.

　　 "Do you think you are the third fat, you have to guide everything." Tang An laughed, "Would you like me to take a small book to record."

　　 "Who is San Fat?" Nan Mao didn't know this person.

　　 "A great person, someone who will rule the earth sooner or later." Tang An took a deep breath, and said in a tone full of expectation and admiration.

　　 Nanmao’s tiger ears moved, and he wrote down the person’s name, three fat! It does sound a bit powerful.

　　 "I am fatter than San, so I want to guide you to cook." Nan Mao found a very suitable reason.

　　 Tang An looked at Nan Mao, who was higher than the stove, but had trouble getting the plates on the upper level of the cupboard. He wanted to drive her out of the kitchen. What could this kind of girl do in the kitchen besides breaking the plates?

When studying, there is a beautiful girl listening to music nearby ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ or in a daze, it is all very artistic things. Ancient scholars also pay attention to red sleeves, but that is. When they complement each other, Nan Mao will only make trouble in the kitchen, just like when a scholar is preparing to paint, his confidante suddenly splashes ink on his face.

　　 Tang An thinks Nan Mao just has nothing to do, it's not fun. After all, she has studied the major issue of how to defeat mankind and dominate mankind for a day, and she needs to relax.

　　 "Well, you can just look at it. If there is something I can't do well, just give your pointers, don't do it." Tang An exhorted.

　　 "Of course, how can I do such a thing?" Nan Mao said dismissively.

　　 You'd better not look at it, Tang An thought to himself.

　　 Tang An took out Long Liyu to defrost.

　　 "What is this, white meat!" Nan Mao asked curiously, having never seen this kind of meat.

"This is the meat of Longliyu. It has no thorns. It is very suitable for children and the elderly. Today we make boiled pork slices and eat it. The meat of Longliyu is very good, tender and smooth, and it is delicious for you." Tang An packs Piao said that he already knew that Nanmao's taste is not tricky, she eats all the home-cooked food.

　　 The corners of the Nanmao's mouth curled up slightly.

Tang An looked at her with some incomprehension, Nan Mao's eyes opened wide, and there were not many expressions on her beautiful face. His nose moved, and the corners of his mouth rose even more, showing contempt. Look.

　　 "What are you scorning?" Tang An understood Nan Mao's expression.

　　 "A fish has no thorns, it's really useless!" Nan Mao said, pointing at Long Liyu.

　　 "What does this have to do with Chu Xi?" Tang An couldn't understand at all.

　　 "A fish without a thorn must not taste good." Nan Mao did not explain.

　　 Tang An did not speak, but prepared the ingredients for the boiled fish fillets.

　　 Nanmao saw the ham sausage again.

　　 "Do these meats have bones?" Nan Mao was still curious.

　　 "No." Tang An shook his head, how could the ham sausage have bones? Both the human root and the ham sausage sold in the supermarket have no bones... the bone-in Jinhua ham is an exception.

　　 "Boneless..."

　　 "Meat without bones is not promising, I know." Tang An said very understandingly.

　　 "No..." Nan Mao looked at Tang An strangely, "You would actually like to eat meat without bones?"

Tang An turned his head stiffly and looked at Nan Mao, hoping that she would not treat him like a human-shaped bark all the time, and sighed and said, "Even a dog, it doesn't just like to chew on bones. Chewing on the bones is just because there is meat on the bones, which smells like meat. If you feed them meat directly, of course they prefer to eat meat!"

"Dogs that don't eat bones are also worthless." Nan Mao said to himself, "Because it has to hone its teeth, so that it can be more combative... Exercise yourself, you should not choose whether you like it or not, but You have to choose how to make yourself stronger. From tomorrow on, you can chew a pig's bones every day."

　　 Tang An looked at Nan Mao blankly, and Nan Mao looked at Tang An blankly.

　　Southern Cat King is never afraid to meet people.

　　 "Can you go out to play? Go ahead and make your plan to invade mankind." Tang An didn't sympathize with the unfunny Southern Cat King at all.

　　 Nanmao didn't go out and didn't speak anymore, just looked at the pot and motioned to Tang An to do his thing.

　　 Seeing that she finally stopped talking, Tang An continued cooking.

　　 Tang An decided to make boiled fish first, and when he did it, the fragrance spilled out and filled the entire kitchen.

　　 Tang An paid attention to Nan Mao's expression, her eyes were moving, her hands were placed together, her index fingers were tapping each other, and the two ears on the tiger's hat moved with her.

　　 "A fish without a thorn is a fish with no promise, and its meat is not delicious." Tang An sighed and said.

　　 "It just doesn't taste good!" Nan Mao said loudly.

　　 Tang An laughed, and a bowl of fragrant boiled fish came out of the pot and put it directly on the restaurant table. Nan Mao followed all the way to the restaurant.

　　 Heihu forward also smelled the scent, stretched out from under the sofa in fear, and went under the dining table and hugged the leg of the table.

　　 "Don't eat now, wait until everyone is sitting at the table before eating." Tang An exhorted.

　　 Nanmao slowly moved away from the dining table, and then sat in front of the TV.

　　 Tang An glanced at the TV randomly, and was shocked. The TV shows Sang Mengmeng taking a bath.

　　 Sang Mengmeng seems to have just walked into the bathroom. There is no water vapor in the bathroom, so it is very clear. Sang Mengmeng's wonderful figure with the mellow and fleshy figure that a girl can have is clearly displayed in front of Tang An.

　　 This is a figure from the back. For a moment, Tang An remembered the dream he had last night. The star-eyed boss instinctively held his breath, just as if the blood all over his body was about to boil.

　　 Tang An turned around with a beating heart, and hurriedly said: "What are you doing, why are you peeking at Sang Mengmeng taking a bath again?"

　　 "If you want to get to know someone, start with..."

"Don't you know her enough?" Tang An interrupted Nanmao, "I guess she is clear about how tall and weighed she is, how long her legs are, how big her chest is, how thin her waist is, and how big her hips are. ?"

Nan Mao didn't speak, Tang An turned around and glanced at Nan Mao. From the corner of his eye, she still aimed at Sang Mengmeng on the TV. For the unmanned teenager, the girl's carcass is almost supreme. Temptation, especially Sang Mengmeng, Tang An doesn't believe in the creed that poor **** is justice, let alone a scarce resource.

　　 The chest that the palm of the hand can't grasp, that is the ambition that the man is chasing.

"Your focus has fully exposed your nature as a canine race. The canine race has the largest number of female slaves of various races. Every high-level canine race in several households raises a large group of female slaves and mates with them day and night. Nan Mao sneered, "How tall? How much? How long? How big is your chest? How thin is your waist? How big is your hip? These are the things you only pay attention to... I am concerned about the secret between her legs."

　　 Tang An almost vomited blood. She was a little ashamed to hear what Nan Mao said, but her last sentence directly made Tang An want to hit her head. What is she paying attention to, and what secrets can there be? It's just a man's secret garden!

　　 "You'll know when she turns around." Nan Mao said calmly, "I only remembered this after seeing Long Liyu."

　　 "What does this have to do with Long Liyu?" Tang An couldn't understand.

　　 "Just look at it." Nan Mao looked at Tang An's back, "Of course, you don't want to see it or force you."

　　 Nan Mao's words made Tang An itchy, he really wanted to see it, but Tang An thought he was a friend anyway, but he was here to watch Sang Mengmeng take a shower. Tang An couldn't do this kind of thing.

　　 It's fine for some uncontrollable evil thoughts to sprout. If you are really driven by this kind of thought to satisfy your voyeuristic desire, then you are not yourself. Tang An doesn't want to be a man who is dominated by desire and has no bottom line and character.

　　 After a while, Nan Mao turned off the TV. After listening to the sound of water on the TV, Tang An was relieved and turned around and asked, "Did you find anything?"

A girl actually peeked at another girl taking a bath time and time again, because she wanted to know her. This is really an absurd reason and scene that Tang An has never thought of before~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Long Liyu has no thorns, Sang Meng Moe has no hair. "Nan Mao's face was frosty, as if he could feel the emotions of his owner, the black tiger forward gave up the legs of the table, squatted down in front of Nan Mao, craned his neck, and glared at the TV.

"What does it have to do? What does it have to do with Sang Mengmeng's lack of thorns and Sang Mengmeng's lack of cats? Sang Mengmeng likes dogs, of course she doesn't have cats." Tang An remembers what Sang Mengmeng said, she likes Samye. And thinking of Sang Mengmeng's action of pulling a bow to shoot a cat, that kind of clean treatment of messing up cats, Sang Mengmeng would never like cats, so naturally she would not keep cats.

"I'm talking about fur... furry fur, not a cat's cat." Nan Mao stood up and said calmly, "tonight you will continue to monitor Sang Mengmeng, and now she has found something extremely suspicious of her. ."

　　 As a boy whose understanding of girls' bodies comes from imagination, network information, and limited classroom knowledge, Tang An is still very witty to understand that the secret Nanmao said is between Sang Mengmeng's legs!

　　 But Tang An never thought that the secret Nan Mao said would be such a secret! What can be called "hair" on the human body is of course not hair. Generally, there are only two hairs.

　　 Of course the armpit hair is not between the legs. Sang Mengmeng does not have armpit hair. Tang An has known this for a long time. It is not unusual to be able to see it directly. The point is the truth that Nan Mao said now.

　　 Tang An can't help but the truth emerges in his mind.

　　 The truth is naked, the truth is so pure, the truth is so natural, the truth is so... Tang An looked weakly at Nanmao, why are two people doing this kind of thing here? Let the boy's heart fly into the sky like an oriole, chirping and can't be quiet anymore.