The master of metaphysics became rich after going down the mountain

Wen Xingzhi felt bad instinctively, and subconsciously wanted to act like a cat, but facing Shang Lening's calm and dangerous eyes, he thought for a while, and then slowly turned around with his tail dragging.

Seeing the downcast look of the cat being caught for doing something bad, Le Ning still felt that it was ridiculous.

How can a cat become a human?

No, Mr. Wen appeared before the cat. It should be how can a human become a cat?

Le Ning looked down at the little fairy cat who was slowly walking over, heartbroken,

"Why are you pretending to be a cat to fool me!"

why?

Wen Maomao walked slowly to the bed, jumped onto the bed with a bang.

At first, it was to detect the scales. I only wanted to be on the periphery, but I was caught back.

It's hard to say later, I don't know where to start.

Later, for the sake of amusing people, I wanted to see how the children were holding the kitten in front of their faces and ruaing about the kitten behind their backs.

Then it fell off the horse.

The child is sincere, likes it or not, he can be straightforward, and he never has to guess. It is so reassuring to get along with, it is really hard for people to remember the vest.

The snow-white and beautiful cat obediently squats on the fluffy quilt, holds its head up, stretches out its mangosteen-like paw pads, and writes for you, Ren Rua all over its face.

"Hmph!" Le Ning turned around, unmoved.

Don't think about skipping this matter so easily!

The white cat with fluffy fur stood up, stepped on the thick quilt, and walked around to Le Ning with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

This time Wen Maomao stopped squatting, he looked at Le Ning for a long time, and suddenly meowed softly.

This meow has no soul, it is neither soft nor sweet, but it is more gentle.

The most important thing is that Mr. Wen, who has always been calm and prudent, came out.

Le Ning's eyes twitched, how should I put it, it's just a little bit of a heartbeat.

But he still insisted, gritted his teeth, "Don't meow, this trick doesn't work for me!"

Having been together for so long, Wen Xingzhi knew Le Ning very well, he glanced at the thin white fingers buttoning the quilt.

It's obviously useful.

He meowed again.

Not only meow, but he also makes a small purr.

A soft grunt like a small motor.

At this time, Wen Xingzhi was very lucky. Fortunately, when he was making the puppet, he made a sticky model, otherwise he really didn't know how to coax him at this time.

After meowing a few times, Le Ning's rationality was already on the verge of collapse, but at this moment, the soft little cat fell on the ground.

He turned over and rolled, with his paws facing the sky, rubbing against the quilt, little by little he brought his head to Le Ning's hand, and then gently rubbed it.

Big waves of soft, thick fur brushed across his hands.

hateful!

Le Ning screamed silently in his heart,

This is simply cheating!

He grabbed the cat's paw, hating himself for not living up to expectations, and hating Mr. Wen for playing too many tricks.

In order to get rid of the fact that he was fooled by wearing a vest, he didn't even want his image.

What about your calmness!

How prudent you are!

She even maliciously pretended to be a cute cat!

Le Xiaoning gritted his teeth and hated Mr. Wen's little trick, while raving about the cat's claws non-stop.

One claw was not enough, so Mr. Wen took the initiative to send the other three claws, including the tail.

Also moved forward a few times.

There are a lot of fluff, just rua.

While offering his own fur, Wen Xingzhi secretly looked at Le Ning with his beautiful cat eyes.

Seeing that although the child is still pursing his lips, he doesn't seem to be so serious.

He opened his mouth slowly and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't intend to hide it from you, so don't be angry?"

Le Xiaoning rua the cat's movements, although he guessed it and confirmed it, but he had a deep sense of reality when he heard the cat talking.

The cat that has been raised for so long is really pretended by Mr. Wen!

If you are angry, you are not.

After all, he snatched the cat back by himself, and Mr. Wen is very rude when pretending to be a cat. He never shows up at night, and his usual activities are mostly at the shop. He comes here occasionally, and never goes upstairs.

If he hadn't hugged the cat and stuffed it under the bed today, he wouldn't have scared the vest off.

But if you are not angry, you are not angry, he is not so easy to coax.

Le Ning still had a straight face, "Then you are not allowed to run today, you have to sleep with me."

Mr. Wen blinked his eyes and hesitated, "This is not..."

The human etiquette that has been practiced for thousands of years is that you can only sleep on the same bed after you get married.

But at Le Ning staring silently, what can I do.

Naturally, I can only nod.

"it is good."

After getting the consent, Le Ning immediately ran to take a shower, and after 10 minutes of fighting, he came out of the shower, went to bed with half damp hair and got into the quilt, patted the pillow excitedly,

"Come on, come on."

Le Ning was looking forward to it, this was the first time he tricked Mr. Wen into bed!

Wen Maomao was forced to step onto the pillow, but instead of lying down, he stretched out his cat's paw, pressed it on Le Ning's damp hair, and then circulated his spiritual power.

Le Ning only felt a burst of warmth caressing the ends of her hair, because the ends of her hair that had been soaked in washing were instantly dry and fluffy.

Then Mr. Wen lay down, curled up his paws, and assumed a comfortable lying position, "Go to sleep."

Le Ning immediately turned off the light, and fell asleep happily, with his head resting on Mao Mao's soft and warm belly.

A cat that sleeps so obediently is simply the ultimate joy of a cat sucker.

Le Ning rubbed his head, arched his head, and soon fell asleep.

Mr. Wen stretched out his claws, put them lightly on his forehead, and slowly closed his eyes.

As a jade puppet, Wen Xingzhi actually didn't need to sleep, but listening to Le Ning's light breathing, he gradually felt sleepy.

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It was a deep, cool night, and a row of street lamps lit up alone on the wide and long avenue, and the dim yellow light was submerged in the night.

Shui Mingrong drifted by the side of the road, not knowing where she should go.

She was wandering, thinking whether to go back directly, when she suddenly heard the sound of a pipa from above.

Who is playing the pipa?

With a movement of the body, he floated up following the sound of the pipa.

On the square outside the City Book City, an elegant old lady with neatly pulled white hair was playing a pipa.

Shui Mingrong listened for a while, then found a random stone and sat down, swaying with the melody, the sound of the pipa was as intoxicating as wine.

In fact, she couldn't appreciate music or understand art before, and even sang out of tune, but now she feels a long-lost joy.

I don't know how long I listened, but suddenly a person sat next to me.

It's a man with a plaid shirt and jeans. He can only be described as clean, not exquisite.

He sat far away from the two of them, and he grabbed the hem of his clothes nervously.

She had discovered this person a long time ago. As a grieving ghost, no one is more sensitive than her. Not long after she sat down, this person was watching her from the door of a convenience store not far away.

Wandering back and forth in front of the convenience store, it took me so long to come here.

Is it necessary to do such a long period of psychological construction to come here?

Shui Mingrong just looked at him, waiting for what he could say.

As a result, the man held back for a long time, and all the pipa players went home after playing, but he didn't hold back a word.

interesting.

A good evening always flies by.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the set cell phone alarm clock rang.

A white hand stretched out from under the quilt, fumbling to knock the bell off.

Le Ning curled up under the quilt, and suddenly felt a pile of warm cat fur, and suddenly returned to his consciousness.

Yes!He tricked Mr. Wen into bed yesterday!

Opening his eyes, he saw that the cat was still curled up on the pillow, coiled into a soft ball, still in a reliable position.

It didn't even move all night.

Mr. Wen is also great!

Le Ning tucked up the warm quilt again, staring in a daze, "Well, I don't want to get up."

Wen Xingzhi woke up for a long time. He opened his beautiful cat pupils only when he heard the movement, and stroked Fu Lening's forehead with his paws. The fur was soft and smooth.

"I'm sorry."

"But there is class." Le Ning muttered and huddled under the quilt.

After the appointment quota was released last time, because I have been busy, I haven't attended a few classes. I have been free recently. Classes must be attended, and today's schedule is still very full.

Thinking of having to get up early to go to class in the cold weather, Le Ning put on a pain mask, feeling that the joy in life is much less.

5 minutes, let him squint for another 5 minutes.

Mr. Wen Maomao said, "Then you sleep, and I will help you."

"Really?" Le Ning muttered sleepily, under the warm blanket.

"En." Wen Xingzhi got up lightly, and when he landed, he transformed into a human form.

Le Ning was a little one, almost covered by the thick quilt, only half of his face and fluffy hair were exposed, and he had already gone back to sleep.

Wen Xingzhi gently tucked the corner of the quilt for him, turned around and went downstairs.

Downstairs, Song Rong was preparing to make breakfast. He had just picked up the knife and hadn't started it yet, when he suddenly saw Mr. Wen walking by the door.

Eh?

He instinctively poked his head out, "Mr. Wen?"

Wen Xingzhi turned his head and looked up at him, "Huh?"

His expression was so natural that Song Rong suddenly forgot what he was going to say.

Instead, Mr. Wen asked, "Have all the people who came to class arrive?"

"It's here, it's here."

"Okay." Wen Xingzhi nodded, and walked to the next door unhurriedly.

Looking at Mr. Wen's straight back, Song Rong was at a loss.

what's the situation?

Did Mr. Wen come yesterday?

Most importantly, isn't Mr. Wen never going up to the second floor?

Song Rong looked upstairs.

We dare not say, we dare not ask.

A class lasts three hours, and it's almost noon after the class.

When several students came out, they asked Wen Xingzhi at the door,

"Mr. Wen, why are you here today? Where is Mr. Le?"

They didn't think that what Mr. Wen said was bad, but they were mainly concerned.

In fact, Mr. Wen helped to teach a few lessons before, and he talked about rune formations in a simple way, pointing directly to the essence, which is very easy to understand.

Wen Xingzhi was silent for a moment, "He has some things to do."

Being busy sleeping and going back to sleep is considered busy, not lying.

After sending off the students and returning to the small building, there was still no movement upstairs.

Wen Xingzhi thought for a while, and took the prepared lunch from the kitchen.

Going upstairs, Le Ning really had most of his face buried in the quilt, sleeping in the dark.

Wen Xingzhi put the dishes on the side cabinet with a smile.

Le Ning was sleeping soundly, and suddenly a sweet and sour aroma came from his nose, he shrugged his nose, and opened his eyes with difficulty.

I saw that Mr. Wen was sitting beside him, fanning lightly with his hands, slowly fanning the aroma of the food in his direction.

……

"Mr. Wen, you have learned badly too."

The author says:

感谢在2022-09-2823:54:27-2022-09-2923:16:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 22 bottles of Pika Pika Pikachu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!