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

Mu Ying looked away from the wheat field, returned to the old canvas in the art gallery, and said to the young master: "When I was in elementary school, the school assigned sketching homework, and my parents took me to the suburbs. A wheat field."

The young master kissed her face: "It's a pity that I haven't seen it, but I guess the wheat field described by Xiao Ah Ying should be quite cute."

Mu Ying smiled embarrassingly: "I don't have the talent to draw, so I just draw blindly... And I can't remember it myself, I just remember that a big butterfly landed on the easel."

The young master wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingers: "How about we take this picture home? Hang it in your study."

He glanced at the painting on the wall.

Mu Ying immediately shook her head: "No!"

"do not like?"

"We need to save some money now..."

The paintings here are not cheap at first glance, Mu Ying doesn't want the young master to spend a lot of money just because of her one or two memories.

The young master smiled and rubbed her ears, "Are you afraid that I will go bankrupt?"

His voice floated gently into Mu Ying's ears, and it felt like he wasn't worried about his financial problems at all.

Mu Ying thought for a while, and finally couldn't hold back, and told the young master what she thought about during the meal just now.

Young master, how do you need money now? You have spent too much recently, so don't spend money on Mu Ying's little feelings. Young master, I already feel that it is very expensive to reserve the art gallery.

In fact, there are many forms of romance, and a walk on the banks of the Danube is also a kind of romance.

There are also many ways to commemorate feelings. At worst, I will go back and draw a picture myself...

He laughed straight after hearing this, scratched the center of his eyebrows, and looked very helpless.

Mu Ying frowned, "Master thinks what I said is wrong?"

"A lot of things can't be done by the river, it can't be compared with this."

"doing what?"

The young master smiled and kissed the back of her neck, "What do you think?"

His voice was deep, with a provocative hoarseness.

While speaking, the young master's hand had already reached into her white windbreaker and wrapped around her waist.

"Master, you are crazy!"

He smiled, didn't speak, moved his hand along her waist, moved it to her crotch, and it was still down...

Mu Ying was mostly awake, turned around and said to him: "Master, you can't be here, absolutely not!"

She stepped back while talking, she took a step back, the young master followed her one step forward, and finally pushed her against the wall.

Mu Ying was in a hurry, and said indiscriminately: "Look, young master, there is not even a place to lie down here, how inconvenient it is!"

"Standing is fine..."

Mu Ying's face started to heat up, she knew that if she really wanted to be here, no one would care if she was lying on the ground, let alone standing...

But, what a shame.

She still can't accept such crazy things. After all, this is an art gallery, and it can be regarded as a public place.

"Master, really, let's go back to the hotel, standing or lying down, I will listen to you."

The young master gently bit her earball: "Don't be afraid, it's just the two of us."

Itching and numbness in the ears, and even the nerve endings of the whole body were mobilized...

In front of the young master, Mu Ying's willpower was already weak, like a loose wall, it was flying at a fast speed, and the rubble was flying, and it was about to collapse.

Mu Ying was about to cry, and pushed the young master's shoulder away: "There is monitoring!"

"The surveillance is off."

"how do you know?"

The young master smiled and held the back of her neck, "I closed it, of course I know."

It was followed by a deep kiss that almost sucked her little soul away...