Seeing that the old man didn't speak, Uncle Li changed the topic and said, "Xiao Wen, do you know that when our old man was young, he also went to the field in person and won all the Jockey Club Grand Slams in the world. ”

Wen Qiao said sincerely: "Grand Slam, so powerful, Grandpa Fu is really powerful." ”

This is sincere admiration, she straddled the horse, only to know that this sport is not easy, let alone simple.

Fu Huaiyong coughed lightly: "This is all old, what else is there to say." ”

Li Shule said: "At that time, the country was not top-notch in the field, our old man single-handedly reversed the foreigners' perception of us, and since then, the old man began to vigorously support domestic horse racing, this racecourse in Haicheng and the one in Macau, are built by the old man, and the current president of the Jockey Club is the old man's former jockey." ”

Wen Qiao really didn't know about this, so he said sincerely: "The predecessors planted trees and the later people enjoyed the shade, and Grandpa Fu made a great contribution to horse racing." ”

She has one thing to say, and there is no flattery.

Fu Huaiyong sighed lightly: "It's useless to say these nice things." ”

Wen Qiao felt lightly in his heart, this old man, probably thinking that she was currying favor with him, so he said, "Then I won't say it." ”

Fu Huaiyong's face sank: "You ......"

Fu Nanli mediated: "You don't like it when she praises you, you don't like it if she doesn't say it's good, grandpa, you're very embarrassed." ”

Fu Huaiyong glared at him: "You just protect that girl like this." ”

Fu Nanli: "She is young, sometimes she is open-mouthed, but she has no ill will towards you, I hope you don't remember the villain, don't be like her, she has to go to receive the award, today Xiao Nizi is lucky, and won grandpa again, I hope grandpa doesn't mind." ”

Wen Qiao looked at the old man with a smile: "Agreed, Grandpa Fu." ”

The two of them left together.

Fu Huaiyong was really impressed by Wen Qiao this time, and the facts one after another showed that this girl was indeed a gifted person.

The only thing that made him feel like a fish in his throat was that the girl was not in good health, and he didn't know what kind of disease the girl had, only that it was inseparable from Nanli's illness.

It stands to reason that this girl is so powerful in all aspects, she shouldn't be short of money, so she doesn't want Nanli to give her money to treat her so she can't do without Nanli.

What else could it be?

He couldn't figure it out for a moment.

After Wen Qiao received the award, Fu Nanli took her to the Xiaotangshan Club to celebrate her.

As soon as the two of them sat down, there was a knock on the door, and it was the waiter who came in, holding a large bouquet of flowers in his hand, "Miss Wen, someone gave it to you to celebrate your victory." ”

Wen Qiao took the flowers, there was a card in them, she took it out and saw that it was actually sent by Mr. William, the president of Huaihe Company.

Fu Nanli glanced at the huge bouquet of flowers: "Who sent it?" ”

Wen Qiao didn't care about inserting the card back, and said lightly: "It was sent by Mr. William from the company next door." ”

Fu Nanli frowned, he was a neighbor with her, and he was so concerned about her game, as soon as the game ended, he ordered such a big bouquet to be sent.

Obviously, it's her admirer again.

"Are you familiar with each other?"

"Generally, not very familiar, nodding acquaintance."

Fu Nanli slowly cut the steak on the plate, and exhaled softly, what is there to care about, but she is just cannon fodder who loves her.

Jo'er's heart is with him, and that's enough.

The mobile phone on the table shook, and Wincho saw that it was a message from William: "Congratulations on winning the Jockey Club championship." ”

She didn't give WeChat, but William knew her mobile phone number.

She didn't bother to pay attention to it, and directly buckled the phone on the desktop.

Fu Nanli frowned slightly: "Who sent the message?" ”