My Goddess is a Cat

?

Sang Mengmeng thinks the barking is a little cute, but the monkeys are not so cute, because the monkeys are too naughty and not behaved at all.

Although she has never known her origins, Sang Mengmeng does not care very much. She is not the kind of girl who will feel sorry for her life experience and feel sorry for herself. It doesn't matter, anyway, what Sang Mengmeng wants to do most is to stick to Tang An.

But after all, Sang Mengmeng has the same personality and internality as other ordinary people. Naturally, she also hopes that she has a normal family and parents. Although it is magical that pops out of the stone... But that is not what Sang Mengmeng needs and expects.

Only a guy like Lin Yuling would think that if he was a monkey jumping out of a rock, it would be fun.

"That's pretty good. I think that's how she and I are." Sang Mengmeng nodded her head to confirm her confirmation, she felt a brisk joy in her heart. , Tang An was able to give her a reasonable explanation, and the doubt in his mind was resolved.

Sang Mengmeng didn't have much emotion, but pouted with regret, "So, my mother is also a real mother? But she passed away very early."

Tang An has never heard Sang Mengmeng talk about her mother. It turns out that she passed away very early... She would have passed away very early. It was probably an ordinary human. Maybe it was Sang Musashi who married a human woman. Although Mengmeng and Sang Yueye are twins, one of them has no ability to transform.

Tang An touched Sang Mengmeng’s head and quickly changed the subject, “There is another question, do you say that Sang Yueye also mastered the ability to transform, just like you don’t want others to know, Sang Yueye is just Don't want others to know?"

"It's possible." Sang Mengmeng thought for a while, pursing her lips and nodding heavily. "She has this kind of personality. If there is something she can solve by herself, she will not let others intervene. If there is something she doesn't want to say. Others can't guess at all, and she can't see that she has something on her mind!"

Sang Mengmeng was right. Sang Yueye has this kind of personality, because she usually doesn't give people a good face, or her face is expressionless, it's hard to tell what's in her heart.

"Then maybe she inherited the spiritual core." Tang An thought for a while, and there is no doubt that he and Sang Mengmeng are closer, even if he has had a relationship with Sang Yueye, but personally feels like this... but standing. Judging from an objective point of view, Sang Yueye's personality. Physical fitness and various talents are more suitable for inheritance.

Sang Mengmeng's hobby is to wear beautiful and cute clothes every day, all day long, sticking to Tang An and acting like a baby. It is estimated that she does not have much willingness to inherit the spiritual core learning, but Sang Yueye is a typical schoolmaster, more suitable for some .

"What inherited the spiritual core?" Sang Mengmeng asked unclearly.

"After I find Sang Yueye to understand the situation, I will explain it in detail to you." At this moment, I can't say it clearly, not to mention that it is still impossible to determine whether Sang Yueye is the heir.

"Okay. Then you are looking for what I asked, are you finished?" Sang Mengmeng stood up happily.

Tang An thought for a while, and basically finished asking. Sang Mengmeng is indeed only Xiaobai, who neither knows some mysterious things nor cares much. No wonder she and Zhang Yuying can play together, because they are both pure girls and only interested in girls. Things are interested.

Tang An actually wanted to look for Sang Yueye again, but it was too late now, although Sang Mengmeng might not care, but Tang An himself had a little frustration. It feels that it is inappropriate to go to Sang Yueye at this time after all.

"Come and visit my room." Sang Mengmeng took Tang An's hand to make him stand up. Follow yourself.

Sang Mengmeng's hands were soft and warm. In the cool night, it does not make people feel hot when holding it, but it is very comfortable and slippery. The thin fingers make people feel like pinching and playing, looking at her white arms and waist ribs. The plump profile of the girl who was well-developed appeared in the interim, and her pajamas were swinging, making her figure lighter.

Tang An didn't rush to walk, and followed Sang Mengmeng. When Sang Mengmeng approached, the hanging linen curtains separated as if blown by the wind. After Tang An and Sang Mengmeng walked in, Only to find that the balcony is at a high place, and Sang Mengmeng’s room is a sunken design. Looking at it, it reminds Tang An of the lobby of the Lake Island Hotel. It is wide and far-reaching, and the regional structure of various functions makes people collocation. For a while, I felt that there was no exit to this room, and I couldn't find the end.

Although the villa houses in Wutong Lane are the highest in land prices in China, when you think about it carefully, for a wealthy like the Sang family, it is not enough to buy the entire Wutong Lane, and it will not be enough to build enough houses, with more free arrangement of building structures, and more luxury. The Sang family is naturally more willing to place the mansion in the suburbs of Zhonghai instead of going to the already crowded downtown area and bidding up land prices with real estate speculators.

"This room is bigger than my house and Lin Yuling's house combined." Tang An couldn't help but wonder. The reason why he was not certain was that Lin Yuling's house was not small in size, with a large yard, and Sang Meng Tang An didn't know exactly how big Meng's room was.

"It should be bigger." Sang Mengmeng took Tang An to an electronic screen. The screen was four or five meters high and more than ten meters wide. Sang Mengmeng stretched out his hand, and the electronic screen was separated from the middle, revealing Out of a room full of skirts.

Just now the electronic screen showed a room where Zhang Sangmeng was wearing all kinds of skirts. There are a dazzling array of skirts here. At first estimates, there could be hundreds of them.

"Zhang Yuying would be crazy if he saw your room." Tang An laughed. These skirts are the kind of **** style dresses. Tang An didn't expect that Sang Mengmeng would like it so much. He always felt that ordinary girls would dream of being an elegant princess, so he would love such dresses and satisfy him. This kind of psychology, but Sang Mengmeng's usual life is the same as that of the princess, how can she still like it?

It seems that what girls like is not that complicated. The key is to look good.

"Yes! There are also rooms in Hanfu, jk uniforms, and jk uniforms. The room in jk uniforms is smaller. The room in Hanfu is still slightly larger than this. But there are not so many skirts and clothes here." Sang Mengmeng's eyes flowed and pulled. Tang An walked aside.

Sang Mengmeng took Tang An to another room full of clothes, all in Hanfu. Compared to the **** dress room just now, the clothes here are much less. Each piece occupies a lot more space.

The materials and workmanship of these Hanfu are quite good. Tang An has seen a lot of cheap Hanfu and photo studio costumes. Now that those clothes really can’t be regarded as recreating the elegance and atmosphere of ancient Chinese clothes. The details of it are impossible to look at.

But Sang Mengmeng is not a show off clothes. She walked to a set of purple clothes and squinted at Tang An. "Do you want me to wear this set?"

The clothes have been hung up, and the top can be seen with a very transparent material. It is obviously a fine weaving thread, but it can't block the line of sight. The upper edge of the tube top is made of delicate embroidery, and the bottom is also made of the same transparent material as the top. This is especially true on the side, you can imagine wearing it on the body and covering the chest. Below is a long skirt, the material is not the same, but the hollow pattern and weaving thread are gorgeous. But it will make the legs looming.

Tang An feels that if Sang Mengmeng wears this set, he will become a dog immediately. So I took a look at her and saw Sang Mengmeng pursing his mouth and smiling. Obviously, for girls, it makes boys feel like they want to eat but can't eat, and it makes them feel very fulfilled.

"It is said that this is restored according to the clothing of the ancient concubines and concubines at bedtime." Sang Mengmeng took off the clothes and held them in front of him, sighing, "Ancient people really can play."

"Ancient people will play again, and no modern people will play... But think about it carefully. The ancient people don't have so many entertainment activities like now, so they will definitely put more energy on..." Tang An put Waved his hand. For a while, I couldn't find serious and scientific language, and I always felt that it would be a bit embarrassing and ambiguous to say it.

"On the boudoir music!" Sang Mengmeng added with a grin. "It should be said that it is more mind than energy. Many ancient people like to think about strange and weird things, it is the scholars who do not have enough energy, they will think."

Boudoir’s pleasure... This word is really imaginative. If Sang Mengmeng is nothing, Tang An thinks that it must be because he is just about to move in his heart, that makes him feel ambiguous and embarrassed. The topic before him is obviously historical and cultural. !

"You are too biased to understand this way. Many ancient wild history miscellaneous narratives do often describe the frailty of scholars, but in fact, in ancient times, we paid more attention to quality education than us. The six arts of gentleman, shooting and imperialism are martial arts, which is equivalent to the current skill. With a gun, he can drive again... No, at that time, the Yu was driving a chariot and a horse-drawn carriage. This is much more exercise than driving now." Tang An said in a bow and arrow posture, "Don’t you also Archery?"

"I can not only shoot arrows, but also beat hands and shoot guns." After Sang Mengmeng said, she raised the suit and blocked her face, looking ashamed.

Tang An's Adam's apple moved, until she didn't feel like she was about to move because of a single word, but she couldn't laugh or cry, but she felt that she was so cute, and her twisted figure was so alluring.

It seems that Sang Mengmeng is definitely not inferior to Zhang Yuying in terms of talent, at least in terms of learning silly jokes and saying some unethical words.

Tang An and Sang Mengmeng walked around the room, and then they saw a forest.

That's right, the woods in her room didn't have the huge pine trees that towered into the clouds, but there were also trees with the thickness of an adult waist, and there were flowers and plants growing in the shade.

In the middle of this patch of flowers, there was a small house more than two meters high and three meters wide. Sang Mengmeng opened the door, and there was only one bed inside, and then Sang Mengmeng pulled Tang An in.

"You won't tell me that this wood and this small house are your bedroom, right?" Tang An had to marvel at this whimsical design. The most important thing is that creativity is nothing, but how many people can do it. Go to plant a forest in your own room, and then set up a small house, just like a scene in a fairy tale.

"Yes." Sang Mengmeng nodded heavily, then looked around and said: "Look, is this little house actually a bit like a dog house?"

"Where can you compare your bedroom to a dog house?" Tang An said.

"But we are puppies." Sang Mengmeng knelt on the bed and climbed up.

She seemed to have forgotten that she was wearing a nightdress. Such a posture made her skirt unable to cover the position that should be covered. The girl's fair skin and so soft, just like the flowers outside the house.

Climbing onto the bed, Sang Mengmeng sat cross-legged and looked at Tang An. ,

"I want to come up too?" Tang An asked suspiciously, pointing to himself.

Sang Mengmeng nodded heavily.

Tang An also crawled in. Smelled a scent, similar to that of Sang Mengmeng, very comfortable.

"This is the girl's boudoir." Sang Mengmeng looked at Tang An's natural expression. Whispered reminder.

Tang An just remembered that the girl's boudoir was an ambiguous scene. However, Sang Mengmeng's room was so interesting, it was completely forgotten, but Tang An didn't intend to crawl out embarrassingly.

"Well, it's also my puppy's kennel." Tang An said with a smile.

"I really said that my room is a doghouse!" Sang Mengmeng leaned forward nonchalantly, rubbing her cheek on Tang An's shoulder.

The coquettish Sang Mengmeng made people hard to resist, and only felt that the warm and cuteness made people feel soft. Tang An looked sideways and watched her make all kinds of cute expressions there. Holding Sang Mengmeng's hand.

Sang Mengmeng raised her head in surprise, because the girl's heart was always sensitive, and she felt a different emotion in Tang An's heart.

"Mengmeng, be my girlfriend." Tang An decided to take the initiative. From the very beginning to the present, Sang Mengmeng has been sticky to herself, and I have to say that for men, she must really enjoy the feeling of chasing after such a girl. .

But since you like her, don't patronize and enjoy this feeling selfishly. You should always give something back. Don't girls yearn for boys to proactively confess to her? Especially in the case of her accident.

Tang An was already thinking about it more and more. Sang Mengmeng is the most suitable girl for her, no matter how good other girls are, she likes them. I also like my own, what suits me, is what I should choose.

Tang An can’t be completely rational in terms of emotions, but at least he can make rational choices while guiding himself emotionally. He clearly recognizes what he needs and what he likes, instead of blindly being affected by certain emotions and certain emotions. The plot, leading.

Sang Mengmeng was indeed very surprised. I always feel that the nearest Tang An doesn't have the kind of estrangement for him to explain clearly. The things he minded seemed to have been cleaned up by himself. Regarding her closeness, she didn't put on a look of helplessness and wanted to escape.

Sang Mengmeng felt that he and he had finally approached, and he was gradually accepting himself... but she had never expected that Tang An would confess to herself.

Sang Mengmeng has never accepted the confession, but the confession of the person she likes to herself, can it feel the same as the confession to others? For girls, it makes people feel like they are going to fly into the sky. That's probably it.

Faced with the confession of the person I like, even the sweetness and joy in my heart will explode, but the surface reservedness always needs some... But Sang Mengmeng did not intend to hold it down and consider it, or dare not give it to Tang. Ann responded quickly, and she nodded heavily.

Just like a well-behaved elementary school student, accepting the teacher's question, then Sang Mengmeng raised her head and looked at Tang An, her eyes gleaming, "Tang An, are you starting to like me?"

Tang An laughed, leaned against the head of the bed, and touched Sang Mengmeng’s head, "Wherever someone starts to like you, he says he wants you to be his girlfriend. Of course, he likes you because he already likes you. You be your own girlfriend."

"It turned out to be like this!" Sang Mengmeng's voice became louder, she knelt on the bed and moved a little bit, stretched out her hand to hold down the position of Tang An's heart, and tilted her head to look at Tang An, "But you don't have a blushing heartbeat. Looks like it's not agitated at all."

"It's not because of you." Tang An sighed regretfully, "I also think that when you fall in love, you start with the feeling of blushing and heartbeat. You will be nervous and nervous because of each step of the relationship, and you will also like it. Unbelievable feelings to make myself excited, as excited as a monkey rushing into the cornfield..."

"Why is it because of me?" Sang Mengmeng blinked, and then held Tang An's hand that was holding her with both hands, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

"Because you have treated me like a boyfriend from the beginning, whether it's your tone or intimate gesture..." Tang An smiled helplessly, "It may be because of this, let me now I think it’s natural for us to be together... Just like I told you just now, be my girlfriend. It’s not in the tone of soliciting opinions. It feels more like announcing the beginning."

"Then you do it again." Sang Mengmeng patted her cheek, then knelt down and sat down in front of Tang An.

Although she didn't understand why she had to do it again, Tang An still followed her intention and said seriously and sincerely: "Beautiful and lovely classmate Sang Mengmeng, please be my girlfriend, okay?"

"Yes." Sang Mengmeng still nodded heavily, and then suddenly laughed, rushed over and hugged Tang An, and shouted: "I got what I wanted! Successfully captured a Tang An!"

"Naughty!" Tang An didn't resist, so she was overwhelmed on the bed.

Sang Mengmeng rode on Tang An’s waist, then slowly lowered his head, looking at Tang An, blushing, and gradually breathing quickly, because of this posture, the beautiful white rabbit on his chest shakes The shaky, dazzling white irritated Tang An's eyes.

Tang An is already an experienced person, and can't stand the temptation. He quickly said, "My curse has not been eliminated yet!"

Sang Mengmeng just remembered, but she didn't plan to do anything at all. She just thought she was Tang An's well-known girlfriend, and was planning to take a closer look at her boyfriend and then kiss him.

Tang An took the initiative to confess to himself, Sang Mengmeng felt that kissing this kind of thing, he must take the initiative.

But now if you kiss Tang An, Tang An will be a dog, and will not change back for a while. Sang Mengmeng usually doesn’t mind if Tang An is a human or a dog, but she just confessed that the two have just become men and women. Friends, at such an important moment, Tang An will always feel a little awkward to become a dog.

"I wanted to kiss you just now." Sang Mengmeng said blushing.

Tang An guessed wrong. It turned out that Sang Mengmeng didn't become particularly shy and reserved when she really started to fall in love, and she was still willing to confess what she wanted to do.

"I have no experience in love." Tang An looked at Sang Mengmeng, who was still riding on his waist and looking at him, "Are we starting the daily routine of love now?"

"Probably so." Sang Mengmeng was also a little unclear, and her eyes rolled. "When the heroes and heroines in American dramas see the right eye, they go to bed. When they encounter a crisis the next day, they will agree to life and death, and they will never give up. ."

"Feelings need to be cultivated slowly." Tang An thought for a while, and felt that it was still wrong, "but we have already cultivated relationships through past experiences~www.wuxiamtl.com~ even if we encounter something in the future, we work together. It’s normal to never leave and never give up, without the abrupt and unnatural feeling in American dramas."

"I didn't mean that." Sang Mengmeng put his fingers on the shoulder straps of her pajamas and looked at Tang An softly. Things, and then when we got up the next morning, we let the flow take its course and experienced the normal feelings of a couple. Have we entered the situation?"

"How can it be like this!" Tang An shook his head again and again. This is an unscrupulous thing. Tang An also has experience. He and Sang Yueye had something like that, but they didn't enter the situation of a couple.

"Just kidding!" Sang Mengmeng climbed down from Tang An, then lay beside him, hugging his arm, "but I think you can stay here with me tonight."

Unlike ordinary girls, Sang Mengmeng didn't think she wanted to stay with Tang An for the night. She was worried that the other party would look down on him, and worried that the other party would treat herself as a frivolous girl.

"Okay." Tang An thought for a while, nodded, and felt very calm in his heart. He didn't expect that after such a confession, it would be such a scene, and the blushing and heartbeat he always thought would be mixed with embarrassment and anxiety. It feels very different. (To be continued.)