Are you my grandson?
Uncle li quickly came back to smooth things over. ah, the old man just told me that the future generations are to be feared. He really admires the God of War. The old man is broad-minded and wasn't angry at all because he didn't get first place. He said that this competition still belongs to the young.
"Shut up," Fu huaiyong said coldly.
"Yes, yes, yes, I'm being a busybody. Didn't you just say you wanted to get to know the God of War's master?" uncle li chuckled. This Yingluo "
Fu huaiyong shot him a sharp look, and uncle li immediately fell silent.
If he continued, the old man would probably really ask him to get lost.
Fu Nanli even added fuel to the fire. she does have good taste. She just randomly bought a horse from a horse farm that's about to go bankrupt. And just like that, she won the horse race.
Wen Qiao:
Brother, let's keep a low profile. Your grandfather must hate me to death.
Fu huaiyong's face was cold, and he didn't respond to Fu Nanli's words at all, walking straight out.
Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao followed behind. let's have dinner together tonight, Grandpa.
Fu huaiyong put on a top hat and said coldly, " "I can't eat with you young people. I'm going back to the villa."
The corners of Fu Nanli's lips curled up slightly.
The rich men in the private rooms on the top floor of the race track had all witnessed the scene of old master Fu leaving the race track with a dark expression.
the old man has won the championship six times in a row. He must be very angry that he lost this time.
I don't think so. I heard that the old man doesn't value this competition that much anymore.
"Because you lost money?"
sigh, it's only tens of millions. That's a small amount of money to the old man. Is there a need to be angry? "
In the parking lot below the audience seats at the race track, Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao watched as old master Fu got into the car. The group of leaders of the race track stood in a line and watched as old master Fu's car slowly drove away.
Wen Qiao turned around and went to the stables behind the race track. Song Yu was feeding the God of War.
Seeing Wen Qiao, Song Yu was excited and quickly passed the trophy over. "Qiao Qiao, look at the championship trophy I've won for you."
Wen Qiao took the trophy and kissed it gently.
Fu Nanli:
Other than the lute, there was one more thing that he could be jealous of.
"You're too outstanding."
Song Yu chuckled. that's because the horse you chose is good. The God of War's explosive power is really amazing. You really picked up a pony casually and it's a Big Shot. Your taste is really good.
Wen Qiao touched the God of War's head. The God of War was still killing in all directions just now and was invincible. Now, he had returned to his obedient pony mode and was rubbing against Wen Qiao's body obediently.
The young master of the fu family pushed the God of War's head away.
Where are you going?
The God of War's eyes were especially innocent as he looked at Wen Qiao. Wen Qiao patted his head again."Song Yu, when are you going back to Haicheng?"
in two days. There are a lot of good cavalrymen here. I'll share my experience with them, and then I'll bring God of War back.
"Alright," he said.
The fu family had a small mansion in Macau, and Fu Nanli wanted to bring Wen Qiao there.
However, she was rejected by Wen Qiao. your Grandpa is in a difficult position. Yet, you're still bringing me along. Aren't you trying to provoke him? "
She suspected that Fu Nanli was doing this on purpose.
Fu Nanli chuckled. don't you think it's quite interesting that the old man is choked to the point of being unable to speak? " he asked.
grandson? " Wen Qiao narrowed her eyes at him. is he your biological grandson? "
If the old man knew that his grandson was so mischievous, wouldn't he faint from anger?
Fu Nanli ruffled her hair. but uncle Li said before that the old master has a tendency to be a loner when it comes to horse racing. He won't be able to accept that you've won against him, but when he comes back to his senses, he'll probably admire you a little.