Chapter 16: Horse Racing

"Why don't you go for a walk first?" Fu Qingyuan proposed, the long and sturdy body standing next to the tall horse also looked extremely clear and noble, the perfect jawline was hard and distinct, and it seemed a little soft in the sun.

"Okay." Mo Zishu responded, but she was guessing in her heart how there could be such a perfect man in the world, if he went to participate in the World Beauty Pageant, he would be wronged by being the first.

"You get on the horse first, and I'll hold you." Fu Qingyuan threw the reins in his hand aside, paced to Mo Zishu's side, and gently wrapped his strong and powerful arms around Mo Zishu's waist to prevent accidents.

"Okay." Mo Zishu responded, stepped on the stirrups, jumped slightly, and came to the horse.

This scene fell in the eyes of others, but they thought it was Fu Qingyuan holding Mo Zishu's horse.

"You let it go, I'll try to walk." Mo Zishu's slender hands touched the horse's head, and although the mane was not soft, it was still quite good.

Fu Qingyuan picked his sharp sword eyebrows, let go of his hand, and at the same time sighed a little in his heart, just now he smelled a fragrance in Mo Zishu's hair, and his heart throbbed inexplicably with a sense of familiarity.

"Drive." Mo Zishu snorted softly, and the horse under her moved slightly, ignoring her.

"The horse hasn't been tamed yet." Mo Zishu raised her thin eyebrows, Shuyan's face showed a smile, her thin body sat on horseback, and the sun shone on her body, which was a little warm.

"Well, be careful." Fu Qingyuan admonished.

But a discordant voice came from behind him: "Horses can't ride, what qualifications do you have to sit on horseback." ”

Fu Qingyuan's deep eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a sense of danger.

Mo Zishu gently tugged on the reins to make the horse turn around, and saw a beautiful girl in a white vest sitting on a white horse, waving a whip in her hand. The appearance is extremely arrogant and domineering.

"Big brother, I didn't stop it." They were followed by Nachuan and Helian Baimu, both of whom had apologetic expressions on their faces.

"Nothing." Fu Qingyuan's tone was cold, and his whole body exuded a dangerous and dark aura.

Those who knew him well knew that it was a precursor to his wrath.

Li Jiajia did not go to the racecourse with her brother, and she also learned later that there are still people who dare to be more arrogant than her in this racecourse.

She didn't know what Fu Qingyuan represented, but when she saw Fu Qingyuan's stunning face, she was obsessed, she wanted to get this man, and when she turned her eyes, she saw Mo Zishu's bewitching and beautiful face made her have a deep sense of crisis and jealousy.

"Hmph, I thought I was the eldest lady of the family, it turned out to be a vase and straw bag, and I couldn't ride a horse." Li Jiajia looked at Mo Zishu contemptuously, rode to Mo Zishu's side and bumped into Mo Zishu's horse with the body of the horse.

However, Mo Zishu pulled the reins, and the horse flexibly dodged and then snorted dissatisfiedly, not looking at the horse.

"Who does the straw bag say?" Mo Zishu asked lightly, with a hint of sneer in her eyes.

"Straw bales say you." Li Jiajia was so quick to speak for a while, so she fell into Mo Zishu's trap.

"Poof, hahahahahaha." Nachuan laughed unceremoniously.

Helian Bai Muna's expression beside him also had a hint of cracks.

Even Fu Qingyuan was affected no matter how light he was, and his shallow gaze was fixed on Mo Zishu.

"You, slut." Li Jiajia glared angrily, and pointed at Mo Zishu with a horsewhip.

Mo Zishu frowned, her plain eyes immediately became sharp, looking at Li Jiajia pointing at her fingers, and then at her cheeks, her red lips hooked up an evil smile.

"Look at what you see." Li Jiajia was annoyed and angry, and wanted to throw a whip at Mo Zishu.

"Let's compare." Mo Zishu rode the horse back, and Li Jiajia's whip flicked into the air.

"Big brother, you, don't you want to help?" Na Chuan frowned, this Miss Mo doesn't seem to be as smart as she seems.

Fu Qingyuan was silent, just looking at Mo Zishu with a flat gaze.

"Let's take a look first, I believe in the vision of the eldest brother." Although Helian Baimu also disagreed with Mo Zishu's approach, it seemed that something was wrong to see Fu Qingyuan so calm.

"Okay, if you lose, you get out of here." Li Jiajia raised her chin conceitedly and looked at Mo Zishu with a sneer.

"Remember, it's getting out, not going out." Mo Zishu's eyes were calm and even a little cold, and her thin lips were light, and her tone was the same.

In this way, the group returned to the place where they had just spoken, where Li Jiaye and a group of people were standing and saying something.

"Brother, let them let me go, I'm going to compete with this slut." Li Jiajia smiled extraordinarily, she won this game.

"Smack"

Just as everyone was about to speak, a loud slap fell on Li Jiajia's face, and it quickly became red and swollen at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

"Before I hear the word, I lift your jaw." Mo Zishu's tone was indifferent, and her eyes fell lightly on Li Jiajia.

Everyone didn't see how Mo Zishu made a move, so they saw Fu Qingyuan hand a handkerchief to Mo Zishu and asked her to wipe her hands clean.

Li Jiaye's group of people dare to be angry but dare not speak, who dares to provoke Fu Shao's people.

Li Jiajia couldn't help but shrink her neck when she met Mo Zishu's gaze, but the hatred in her eyes became more and more obvious, someone dared to beat her, making her lose face.

On the other side of the racecourse, a group of men in suits and leather shoes walked in.

"Mo Dong, I'm really tired of you, run it yourself." A man followed Mo Huaheng on the right with a flattering smile on his face.

"It's okay, since we're working together, we're all friends." Mo Huaheng raised a formulaic smile, he was already in his forties, and he looked exceptionally young and imposing in this group of people.

"Okay." Li Chenghui smiled with satisfaction.

"What's going on?" Li Chenghui's eyes fell on the group of people gathered not far away, and he couldn't help frowning.

"Master, that's the eldest young master and the young lady, and the young lady is about to race horses with others." A housekeeper walked up to Li Chenghui and said.

"Oh, I don't know, can Mo Dong enjoy his face and go with us to see the little girl's game." Li Chenghui thinks that this is a good time, if his daughter wins the competition in the end, making Mo Huaheng happy, and he has also won the reputation of a goddaughter, wouldn't it kill two birds with one stone.

"Okay, it's not bad to see." Mo Huaheng's expression was faint, not very interested.

A group of people walked over the other side.