Chapter 1788 Modern Flamingo
The young master's eyes fell on the pony on her chest and he smiled, "It looks quite like you."
Mu Ying was a little embarrassed and also looked down at herself.
A pink long-sleeved T-shirt with a big cartoon pony printed on the chest. The pony has big eyes, long eyelashes, and wavy mane like a beautiful woman's hair. The pony walks with its little hooves, swings its ponytail, and glances back, looking so handsome and beautiful.
But she didn't mean to observe the pony, she just didn't know what to say to the young master, and she didn't dare to look him in the eyes.
The young master's half-smile made her feel that her outfit was too exaggerated and ridiculous. The bright pink T-shirt, high-waisted shiny black leather boots, made her look like a modern flamingo, and paired with those flirty fishnet stockings...
Alas, it’s hard to put it into words.
It can be seen that fashion also requires courage.
The young master came in front of her and Mu Ying stepped back.
Retreat, retreat, retreat, retreat to the corner... the modern flamingo has become a poor little chick.
“Is it ugly?”
"It's not ugly," the young master said, leaning close to her face, his thin lips brushing hers intentionally or unintentionally, "It makes me want to tear you apart again."
As he spoke, his palm had already touched her thigh. He deliberately pulled up her fishnet stockings, then suddenly let go and flicked her.
Mu Ying cried out "Ah" and looked at the man in front of her pleadingly: "Master... please stop teasing me."
He smiled and said, "Isn't it time for you to tease me?"
So, sooner or later, you will have to pay for what you have done...
"I'm wrong, but that's not enough... Hey, Master, what are you doing!"
Amidst Mu Ying's exclamations, she was already carried on the young master's shoulders, head down...
The young master carried her directly to the outer exhibition hall and placed her on the long stone table in the middle of the hall.
It feels like the big devil kidnapped the little fairy into the cave and did something to her.
But the young master was gentler than the devil. When he put her down, he even supported her back with his palm.
But no matter how gentle she was, Mu Ying didn't want to go through what she had just experienced again.
It happened twice today. No matter how much I enjoy it, I can’t stand the continuous fighting.
The young master lifted her waist, and Mu Ying's mind raced, trying to come up with a plan.
An idea suddenly flashed in his mind, and he said to the young master, "Actually, that little girl gave me something. Young master, wait a moment, I'll get it."
The young master held her shoulders and said, "No need."
"Don't you want to see what it is?" Mu Ying hooked her arm around his neck and blinked.
The young master stared into her eyes, as if he saw through her tricks, "No."
“…”
This person won't be fooled.
She bit her lip and whispered in the young master's ear, "It's an eye mask."
The young master squinted at her and said calmly, "I'll get it. Wait here."
"Okay." Mu Ying nodded shyly, being very obedient.
The young master left the table and strode towards the small hall inside. As soon as he entered, Mu Ying jumped off the stone table and ran quickly towards the entrance of the exhibition hall.
When he reached the door, he turned around and called out to the young master, "Young master, I'll wait for you downstairs. Remember to bring my things with me. Don't forget your phone, which is on the ground!"
After saying that, Mu Ying ran out of the exhibition hall, secretly sighing at how clever she was.
But don’t be complacent, run out first.
So I ran all the way. The heels were quite high and I was not used to them. I almost sprained my ankle when going down the stairs, but I finally arrived safely at the entrance of the art museum.
She looked back and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the young master hadn't caught up with her.
After waiting for a while, the young master still didn't come out, and Mu Ying began to murmur in her heart.
Would the young master be annoyed that she ran away as soon as she said so, and would not come down because of her anger?
But it’s getting late, it’s time to go back to the hotel.
Maybe the young master wanted to trick her back? She couldn't be fooled...
So I waited for about another minute or two, and finally heard footsteps on the stairs. I turned around and saw that it was the young master coming down.
He was holding a paper bag and her bag in one hand, and talking on the phone with the other. His face looked gloomy, as if something had happened.
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