The two experienced jockeys shook their hands: "This horse is so wild, we really can't control it." ”

After saying that, the two ran away in a hurry.

Wen Qiao sat on the grass and glanced up at the god of war: "Tell me about you, why are you so picky?" ”

The god of war grazes slowly and methodically, and is at ease.

Song Yu called: "How is it?" ”

Wen Qiao: "Unfortunately, as you say, those two jockeys can't get along with the god of war. ”

Song Yu suddenly thought, "Why don't you try it yourself?" ”

Wen Qiao was stunned: "Me?" ”

"Yes, I remember once you tried to ride the speed, not slower than me, the god of war seems to be very close to you, as long as you ride, it is docile and very hard."

Wen Qiao hesitated: "I'm not a professional. ”

"Oh, what major is not professional, as long as there is speed, I will teach you some other professional training by phone at that time, speed is the most critical."

Wen Qiao hesitated for a while: "Then I'll try it." ”

As soon as the phone hung up, her grandfather shouted: "Song Yu, that girl let you go on by yourself?" ”

Wen Qiao touched his neck: "It seems that this is the only way to do it at present." ”

Old Man Su waved his hand: "That's not good, this little thing is very wild, what if you fall too, what can I do?" ”

Wincho: "Probably not. ”

"What shouldn't be? What guarantees do you take? ”

Wincho: "I'll just give it a try." ”

I saw her grandfather take the phone and make a call.

Wen Qiao was silent: "Grandpa, who are you calling?" ”

"To your boyfriend Fu Nanli, I see that you only listen to him now."

Wincho: ......

Fu Nanli, a person who has a lot of opportunities, was summoned by her grandfather with a phone call.

Wen Qiao sat on the grass, lazily watching the tall man get closer and closer, and his grandfather stepped forward to 'make a small report', "This girl is very willful, she has to be a jockey." ”

Fu Nanli glanced at Wen Qiao, Wen Qiao was not weak, and looked directly into his eyes.

The old man said again: "If it were a normal time, I wouldn't stop her, but Song Yu's girl just fell yesterday and her legs were broken, Nanli, tell me, can my girl still be this jockey?" ”

Fu Nanli smiled: "Grandpa, I'll talk to her." ”

"Eh, you say, I'll take this little thing to the river for a walk."

Only Wen Qiao and Fu Nanli were left in front of the stable, Fu Nanli sat on the grass with Wen Qiao, his face gloomy: "Song Yu is injured?" ”

Wincho: "Well, it was just an accident. ”

"Then can you guarantee that such an accident will not happen to you?"

Wen Qiao said, don't speak, how can she guarantee this kind of thing? After all, the god of war is not human, and it is impossible to be completely controlled by her.

"The profession of jockey doesn't mean that you are a little interested, turn over the horse, can run a speed, you can be a job, we will all worry about your safety."

Wen Qiao held his chin with one hand: "I just want to try it once." ”

"What if I fall?"

"If you fall, you'll be hospitalized."

Fu Nanli was so angry that he had a headache: "Song Yu is already lucky, you know that some people fall off their horses, horses are frightened, iron hooves are trampled, ordinary human beings are mortal flesh, it is easy to ......"

Wen Qiao shook his hand: "I am measured, and the God of War is not such an easy horse. ”

Fu Nanli reached out and pressed his temple, he knew what Wen Qiao's temperament was.

Therefore, when the old man came back with the God of War, Fu Nanli pointed at the God of War with a cold expression: "You'd better be docile, if you dare to be angry when Wen Qiao rides you, I will stomp you and eat horse meat." ”