Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

Because I was in a hurry, I didn't have any ink marks. After choosing the clothes and shoes, I asked the price and paid directly without haggling.

When she was ready to pay, the punk girl holding the guitar was obviously stunned, immediately put down the guitar, and started to help her pack the clothes. She moved swiftly and looked enthusiastic, completely gone from the coldness just now, as if she was afraid that she would not buy it.

After packing the clothes, the girl stuffed a pair of fishnet socks in the paper bag of the clothes...

Mu Ying looked puzzled, "I didn't buy this."

The girl said with a smile that this was for her, because the fishnet socks are the finishing touch of this outfit, and she is suggested to wear them with socks.

The girl's suggestion is good, and Mu Ying agrees very much.

But after receiving the bag, I murmured in my heart. In the eyes of this purple-haired girl, she must be a rich and stupid owner, and it must be expensive.

If you are not in a hurry, you should really negotiate the price again.

But the money has been paid, so without further ado, carrying the bag, he walked towards the art museum.

She didn't delay for a few minutes, and hoped that the young master would not think she was slow, if the young master said she was slow, she would put on My Little Pony and stand in front of him, so that he would not be aggressive.

Then Mu Ying thought about the pair of socks that she gave away...wouldn't it be a little too sexy.

She has never worn this type of socks, and thinks they are more suitable for provocative girls. I don't know how the young master felt after she put them on...

Mu Ying seemed to have seen the wolf-like eyes of the young master, and quickly patted her face that was about to get hot again, interrupting her wild thoughts.

Finally arrived at the art gallery, ran up the steps like a pony, and came to the entrance of the art gallery.

At this o'clock, the art gallery is closed, and there is a sign on the door, which means closing the door to thank visitors.

The young master also said that he was waiting for her in the lobby of the art museum. The museum was closed, so how could he get in.

Mu Ying looked around, but didn't see the young master, and was about to call the young master when the door of the art gallery opened.

A gray-haired old man came out. He was wearing a gray striped suit, with gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. His head was thin and his back was slightly hunched, but he had a kind face. He introduced himself to Mu Ying in English. I'm the curator of the museum...

Mu Ying felt that she was losing face, and then the old curator said to her: "Miss Mu, he is waiting for you in the lobby, please go in directly."

The old curator made a gesture in front of the door to invite you in.

Mu Ying bowed slightly to thank the old curator, and walked quickly into the museum.

By the way, is this considered a private room, master?

After she came in, she looked back, but the old curator didn't follow in, and the sign that the museum was closed for rest was still hanging at the door.

A feeling of a sheep entering the tiger's mouth suddenly emerges from the bottom of my heart...

There was no one in the art gallery. A corridor was three meters wide and ten meters long, leading to the front hall.

Walking carefully on the smooth marble floor, the high-heeled shoes make a crisp clicking sound, like a sheep that is not afraid of death, strolling in the tiger's cave.

Da da... da da... da da...

After walking through the long corridor, Mu Ying came to the hall, which should actually be called the courtyard. There are paintings on the surrounding walls, but the real exhibition hall has to go inside.

The high dome is covered with exquisite murals, but the complexity has reached the extreme. It seems to be the style of the late Baroque. I can't come up with new tricks, so I just paint in the complexity on the original basis...

This is what the young master told her.

The young master knows more about art than she does. She usually asks when she doesn't understand, but she has learned a lot from the young master.

She was a little dizzy and looked back, "Is anyone there?"

Mu Ying stood under the circular patio, looked left and right, and the only response to her was her own echo.

I didn't see half of the young master at all...