Lazy God Possession

Since returning to Nanming, Mr. Muller has been serving with Nanming for about a week. During this time, he expressed a very implicit disdain for Nanming's living environment and lifestyle.

For example: "Sir, you need to worry about your food, clothing and accommodation. You must be a good owner who is considerate to your subordinates."

It was better when on the boat. After all, the colonel and others were so scared of Nan Ming that he was unhappy and the service was very attentive. Even so, Mr. Muller often found opportunities to say a few words.

However, after arriving ashore, Muller had more opportunities to vomit.

Like Nanming, there is no plane, there is only one car, he will take a bath by himself, and even when he needs to open the door to the toilet, he is spit by Mueller.

This kind of vomiting became more frequent after Muller and Nanming returned home.

For example: "Master, your walls are so clean and unadorned, it's a simple confession to admire and admire."

Another example: "Sir, your bed has only four layers of fabric, which is a model of hard work."

Another example: "Sir, you have no antique collection. You must be a person with a rich heart. You don't need these vulgar things to fill your heart ..."

For example: "Sir, you ..."

"Enough, Mahler Muller!" After being mocked by Muller for so many words, Nan Ming couldn't help it. Under the sullen low-key appearance, this guy is a never-ending vomiting heart. Nanming really wants to split Muller from the middle to see if his body is soaked with vomiting blood.

Mahler is the name of Mr. Muller, which is linked to his last name. It is read in Chinese, which is a bit swearing. When Nan Ming is angry, he will call Mr. Muller's full name.

"The reason why I live is very simple, because simple life will reduce many unnecessary choices, and do not need to waste time and energy on choices." Nanming Road.

There is only one car and only one residence. It's all because of that.

"No, sir, as a distinguished authority, you deserve to enjoy the most luxurious and freewheeling life. In fact, luxurious life can also be very simple. As long as you give the next order, you can leave everything else to you. Mueller bowed.

Nan Ming was speechless and suddenly a little angry, he waved. Sweeping the books on the desk in front of me to the ground, squinting at Mr. Muller: "Do whatever you want, leave the rest to the next man ... this way?"

"Yes, sir." Mr. Muller knelt on the ground, lowered his head to pack up the books, carefully cleaned the dust and wrinkles, and put them back in front of Nanming, saying, "If this makes you happy."

Seeing Mueller's appearance, it seems that he intends to wait for Nan Ming to sweep the book to the ground.

Nan Ming had nothing to say.

I don't know how Muller lived before. It is said that generations of people have served the Islagun-Ming family. If the people of the Islagun-Ming family have lived this way, their lives are really ... too extravagant.

"This is good, this is good!" Lazy God banged on the back, "I like this guy, I think, as long as this guy is by your side, you will definitely become the true Nanming Devil!"

"Go!" Nan Ming was angry.

"Now?" Mr. Muller pointed to the ground in front of him. "What posture should I use?"

"I didn't say you!" Nan Ming was speechless, is this guy serious or vomiting!

"If you agree. Please allow me to decorate this room simply, offensively, you have no taste other than eating ..." Seeing Nanming no longer plan to lose books. Mueller said.

You will die if you don't vomit! Nan Ming reluctantly, sighed: "Let's do it."

Muller started to hang around, it seems to be making a plot in his heart, how to rearrange the home, and after a while, Mr. Muller came back in fuss: "Sir. You do n’t have a swimming pool and a bath, you just do n’t have a bathtub ! "

"Get off, right here, three laps first!" Nan Ming Nu points to the ground.

In the early morning of the next day, Nan Ming opened his eyes and just sat up and stopped.

The bedroom was facing his bed, and there was an oil painting, Titian's "Vinus of Urbino".

Master-class painter, world-class treasure painting, tall and powerful, but can't hide the fact that this is a gorgeous picture of a rich and undressed woman lying on the bed in the medieval Europe ...

Is it really good to hang such a picture in front of a fiery young boy before bedtime and in the morning before getting up?

The key is to let Zhang Feilin see that Nanming still has a way to live?

Nanming thinks this guy is actually a killer sent by Shaming!

"Mahler Muller!" Nan Ming started to be angry and shouted.

Mr Muller pushed in, as if he was already waiting at the door, handing in the hot towel that had been prepared.

"This, take it!" Nan Ming angered.

"You don't like it?" Mr Muller was aggrieved.

What should Nanming say? Can only continue to emphasize: "Take it! Take it!"

"I see, sir, you don't like Titian." Muller nodded. "I'll take the painting off now. Sir, the bathroom is ready. Do you need a bath?"

Nanming entered the bathroom, and saw that there was only a shower head. There was an extra bathtub. Mueller was still embarrassed. "Sir, because the space is too small, I can only put such a bathtub ..."

"I don't have the habit of bathing in the morning." Nan Ming felt that taking a bath in the morning was not good for his body, but he was still excited when he saw the prepared bath water.

When Nan Ming lay in the bathtub, he sighed. Capitalism is really corrupted ... It is really comfortable to take a bath in the morning.

Nan Ming feels like he has to enter the boring rich man, or the extravagant mode of Playboy.

Then Nan Ming saw Mueller rolling his sleeves: "Sir, I once learned to massage ..."

"Go out!" Nan Ming pointed at the door.

By the time Nan Ming finally came out of the bathroom, it had been more than an hour, and he was lying lazily in the bath and almost fell asleep again.

He returned to the bedroom, then suddenly stopped, most of the wall was filled with another painting.

Goya's Naked Body Maha.

I saw that the woman in the Middle Ages changed her direction and continued to pose seductively.

"Change! Change!" Nanming was helpless, "Do you have no abstraction?"

When Nan Ming said "abstract point", he was thinking of paintings like Van Gogh's "Sunflower" or "Starry Sky".

When Nanming finished his breakfast and returned to the bedroom to pick up things, he saw Manet's Olympia.

The lines and paint are a bit similar to Chinese paintings. The woman who lost weight in the Middle Ages changed her direction and continued to pose in a seductive manner.

Is it a little bit more abstract ... or more realistic? At least body proportions are more in line with modern aesthetics.

"Take it all, take it all! Don't oil painting!" Nan Ming has completely collapsed.

"It's a shame, sir. These are my personal treasures." Mr Muller sighed.

"This kind of painting is not suitable at home, this is China." Nan Mingdao.

"I see, master." Mr. Muller served Nanming for dinner.

After eating, Nanming left for his own office at the Institute of Biology and Medicine. Before moving, Nanming would still work here.

I just sat down in my office and took the hot tea from Mr. Muller. Then Nan Ming almost sprayed out the tea that hadn't been drunk.

The three famous paintings that had been removed previously occupied three walls, and three women with different postures were staring at Nanming.

"Pick off, pick off!" Nan Ming is about to violently leave, this guy must be in revenge for letting him roll three times last night!

"Good taste, President Nan." Su Wenjie walked in and smiled.

"Sent you, hang in your office!" Nan Ming waved his hand, "Move away! Move away!"

Su Wenjie was frightened and turned and ran.

Nan Ming grabbed Mueller: "I don't like painting, don't want any decorative painting, do you understand?"

"Understand ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Don't draw." Muller ran to the corner, moved a sculpture and placed it on Nan Ming's desk: "Then decorate it with a sculpture, your table is really empty Now. "

Claude Michelle, Nymph and Sati.

Tall artists, tall sculptures, but they can't change the fact that two undressed men are fighting on the table.

After a busy day, Nan Ming looked at the corners of his eyes and was served by Mr. Muller. Nan Ming had more energy retention than usual on this day.

But thinking of those artworks that will always surprise people and do n’t know where to jump out, Nanming began to have headaches.

Was he more comfortable or unhappy this day?

It's so difficult to define ... (To be continued.)

PS: These artworks cannot be described in detail, please search by yourself ...