Chapter 1779: Sheep in the Tiger's Mouth

Because I was in a hurry, I didn't waste time. I chose the clothes and shoes, asked the price without bargaining, and paid directly.

When she paid readily, the punk girl holding the guitar was obviously stunned for a moment, then immediately put down the guitar and started to help her pack the clothes. Her movements were quick and her face was full of enthusiasm, completely losing her previous coldness, as if she was afraid that she would not buy anything.

After packing her clothes, the girl stuffed a pair of fishnet stockings into the paper bag...

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

The girl laughed and said that this was a gift for her because the fishnet stockings were the finishing touch of the outfit and she suggested that she wear them with socks.

The girl’s suggestion was good, and Mu Ying agreed with it.

But after taking the bag, she started to wonder in her heart that in the eyes of this purple-haired girl, she must be a rich and stupid person, and she must have bought it too expensively.

If I wasn't in a hurry, I really should have bargained for the price.

But since the money had been paid, I didn't say much and just picked up the bag and walked towards the art museum.

She didn't delay for more than a few minutes, hoping that the young master wouldn't mind her dawdling. If the young master said she was slow, she would put on her My Little Pony outfit and stand in front of him, ensuring that he wouldn't be able to get angry with her.

Then Mu Ying thought of the pair of socks given as a gift...would they be a little too sexy?

She had never worn this type of socks before, and felt they were more suitable for strippers. She didn't know what the young master would think when she put them on...

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

Finally I arrived at the art museum, ran up the steps like a pony, and came to the door of the museum.

At this time, the art museum is closed and there is a sign hanging on the door indicating that it is closed to visitors.

The young master said he was waiting for her in the lobby of the art museum, but it was closed, so how could he get in?

Mu Ying looked around but didn't see the young master. Just as she was about to call him, the door of the art gallery opened.

A white-haired old man came out. He was wearing a gray striped suit and gold-rimmed glasses. His hair was thinning and his back was slightly hunched, but his face was kind. He introduced himself to Mu Ying in English. He turned out to be the director of the art museum...

Mu Ying felt that she had given herself too much face. 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 to invite him in at the door.

Mu Ying bowed slightly to the old curator to express her gratitude, then quickly walked into the museum.

By the way, Master, does this count as booking the entire place?

After she came in, she looked back and saw that the old director had not followed her in, and the sign indicating that the museum was closed for the day was still hanging at the door.

A feeling of being a sheep in a tiger's mouth suddenly emerged from the bottom of my heart...

The art gallery was empty. A corridor three meters wide and ten meters long led to the hall in front.

She walked carefully on the smooth marble floor, her high heels making crisp clicking sounds, like a fearless sheep strolling into a tiger's den.

Dada...dada...dada...

After walking through the corridor, Mu Ying arrived at the hall, which should actually be called the patio. There were paintings displayed on the walls around it, but the real exhibition hall had to be walked further inside.

The high dome is covered with exquisite murals, but the complexity has reached an extreme. It seems to be the style of the late Baroque period. They can't come up with new ideas, so they just make the existing ones more complicated...

This is what the young master told her.

The young master understood art better than she did. She would ask when she didn't understand something, and she actually learned a lot from the young master.

She felt a little dizzy and looked away, "Is anyone there?"

Mu Ying stood under the circular patio, looking left and right, but the only response she got was her own echo.

I didn't even see the young master's shadow...