Is the cold beauty refusing to marry the wealthy prince today?

Chapter 148 Snitching
Perhaps it is to experience this artistic conception personally, so with the different objects placed, even the buildings next to it are changing, as if the classical picture is reproduced.

Not only that, even the lights on the walls have been adjusted from various angles to allow the light to shine where it is most needed.

Bai Ling became interested. She seemed to be walking on an empty corridor, but the corridor was only filled with these treasures. Every step she took, it seemed that years passed by her ears.

She felt that there was something waiting for her in front of her, so she couldn't help speeding up her pace, and finally arrived at the thing stored in the innermost part.

It was a batch of silk cloth.

On the silk cloth, a pattern is embroidered in the most elegant and impressive way, and this pattern is an unfinished product.

There are dried blood stains on the silk cloth, perhaps this silk cloth has witnessed a reform change and the collapse of a dynasty.

The silk cloth has turned yellow, and the edges have begun to spread out, which shows the long history.

Bai Ling couldn't hold back, and stretched out her fingertips to touch gently.

The rough feeling from the fingertips cuts the hand slightly, but the full satisfaction in the heart is indeed refreshing.

After a while, Bai Ling withdrew her finger and didn't touch it a second time.

It's just that the awe in the eyes of this work does not diminish.

Behind him, Mu Ye took his own people to participate in the museum exhibition, but it can be said that Mu Ye's footsteps have been following Bai Ling, with a distance of five meters, but Bai Ling's movements all fell into Mu Ye in the eyes.

Seeing Bai Ling's changing attitude, Mu Ye asked the interpreter beside him in a low voice.

"She knows embroidery?"

The interpreter's eyes widened suddenly, "Don't look at her young age, she is a well-known embroidery master in China, and she was invited to be a judge in the previous national competition."

Although he doesn't know how to embroider, he is very powerful when he hears it.

The coldness in Mu Ye's eyes turned slightly.

I thought she only knew a little bit of superficial knowledge, but I didn't expect that she was also a master of embroidery.

"Mr. Fujino, the end is ahead, should we go to the curator?" The man who came with Mu Ye whispered in their native language behind Mu Ye.

"Let's go." Mu Ye withdrew his gaze, turned around and left, his corner of the eye glanced at the cold figure.

Bai Ling?
They should see you again.

Bai Ling's perception has always been very good, so from the very beginning, she had already discovered the god who had a line of sight projected on her, but Bai Ling didn't pay attention to it.

At this moment, Bai Ling felt that the line of sight had disappeared, and then she withdrew her gaze, turned around and looked at the aisle.

There was a man in front of them all dressed seriously, and they were walking back. They didn't know what they were talking about, but most of them were dominated by the brown curly hair in the middle.

So the one who looked at me just now was one of them?
No matter what their purpose was, Bai Ling had already finished watching the museum exhibition, and then she stepped on her high heels and went back to find Fang Qingyan and Pei Xiaoman.

Fang Qingyan and Pei Xiaoman are more interested in other things, so they took a different route just now, and now Bailing is going to find them.

"Sister-in-law, have you finished reading it? This museum is amazing. No wonder it only opens three times a year. Have you seen anything interesting? My side is fine, nothing unusual, but it hurts my leg to walk."

Pei Xiaoman found a place to sit, thumped his leg, and talked happily in pain.

"If you're tired, take a rest and go back. Mom, I'll help you sit for a while." Bai Ling helped Fang Qingyan to sit beside Pei Xiaoman, but she didn't sit down herself, she stood behind Fang Qingyan.

Fang Qingyan gently squeezed Fang Qingyan's shoulders.

"Ling'er, don't get tired after sitting down for a while." Fang Qingyan felt the movements on his shoulders pull Bai Ling's sign language and said earnestly.

"It's okay, I'm not tired." Bai Ling continued her actions.

Feeling the stiffness on Fang Qingyan's shoulders, she massaged her with moderate strength, and after a while, she felt Fang Qingyan's shoulders completely relaxed.

Fang Qingyan couldn't refuse Bai Ling's superb technique, it was so comfortable.

At the same time, she felt guilty that everyone was tired and she asked Bai Ling to pinch her shoulders.

There was a gentle smile on the corner of Bailing's lips, but at the moment when she raised her eyes, she could see a group of men talking around the two of them ten meters away.

The two men looked like they were staff members of the museum, and one of them had a sign on his chest, which meant he was the curator. He added some body movements when he spoke.

But those men in black suits are different. Most of the time, what the curator said will be relayed by another man. The shaking of their lips can roughly tell that they should not be Chinese, and they don’t know where they are talking. language of a country.

So it was a group of foreigners looking at me just now?

It seemed that the conversation was almost over. In the end, the two sides shook hands, which was considered to have reached some kind of cooperation.

Mu Ye felt the sight from his side, and he tilted his head slightly. Although they were far away, he still felt the indifference contained in that sight.

Seeing that the person turned out to be Bai Ling, Mu Ye's frost-like eyes suddenly melted, and his eyes raised up, and he nodded to her as a greeting.

Bai Ling withdrew her gaze and ignored him.

"Let's go, my brother said he's here." Pei Xiaoman shook his phone.

"Row."

The group of them just left, just a hasty glance.

There was a lot of interest in Mu Ye's eyes, he really didn't expect to meet someone who interested him so much in Huaguo.

Bai Ling hated the look in the eyes of that person just now, the eyes were cold and fake, even if he was smiling, it was a fake smile, not calling out the truth, such a person is quite difficult to get in touch with.

Pei Juan's car was parked next to the museum, the most eye-catching one.

At this moment, the three of them walked towards the car, and before they arrived, they saw Pei Juan get out of the car.

Seeing Bai Ling's glance, Pei Juan's eyes were full of emotion, but he restrained him very well and pressed it into his own eyes.

"Get in the car." Pei Juan personally opened the co-pilot's door for Bai Ling and invited Bai Ling to sit in.

Pei Xiaoman also opened the back seat and sat down with Fang Qingyan.

Along the way, Pei Xiaoman twittered like a bird, always having endless things to say, so happy.

Bai Ling didn't talk much, she hadn't seen Pei Juan for so many days, she carefully looked at the person in front of her.

The whites of his eyes are a little yellow, and there is red blood in them. It is a sign that he has not had a good rest for a long time. Although he came here after shaving, it is not difficult to see that Pei Juan is not energetic today, he is very tired.

Bai Ling bit her lower lip slightly, and said nothing, and the original joy gradually receded.

Feeling that the atmosphere in the car was not right, Pei Xiaoman also gradually calmed down.

(End of this chapter)