Wen Qiao held a large watermelon: "Do you want to listen to the truth?" ”

Shen Yan glared at her and didn't speak.

Wincho: "It's been about fifteen minutes. ”

At first, he was a big cut, and fifteen minutes before him, and even if he was nine years old, he lost a lot.

He just stood by and sulked.

Tired and thirsty, but he didn't want to talk.

Wen Qiao picked up another piece of watermelon and handed it to him: "Ice watermelon, do you want to eat it?" ”

Shen Yan slapped it off with one hand, and the watermelon fell on the grass, "I won't eat it." ”

Particularly vicious.

Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "Don't eat and pull down." ”

Still counting on her to beg him to eat?

Inexistent.

Shen Yan didn't expect her to ask again, but she really didn't ask.

Everyone was eating watermelon, and he was standing alone, while Wen Qiao sighed that it was so sweet and icy while eating.

Every time she said a word, Shen Yan kicked her at her.

Wen Qiao turned a blind eye, finished eating a large piece of watermelon, threw the watermelon skin in the basket, and gently touched his stomach: "Where is the bathroom?" ”

The staff pointed to her, and Wen Qiao lifted the straw hat on his head and walked to the bathroom.

The staff of this horse farm waited for her to leave, and hurriedly held a piece of watermelon to Shen Yan: "Little master, eat a little faster, this weather is too hot, you sweated a lot just now, and if you don't add some sugar and water, it is easy to get heat stroke." ”

Shen Yan not only wanted face in front of Wen Qiao, but he also wanted face in front of outsiders, but he was so thirsty, and it happened that Wen Qiao was not there, so he hurriedly took the watermelon, took a quick bite, and it was so sweet that he ate in his heart, he ate in a hurry, for fear that Wen Qiao would come out of the bathroom halfway through the meal and catch him eating watermelon, so where would he put his face?

Fortunately, Wen Qiao spent a lot of time in the bathroom.

Wen Qiao had already been fine, leaning against the sink in the bathroom and playing with his phone, calculating the time, and going out when it was almost over.

Shen Yan was not angry, he ate too quickly, and choked on the last bite, and the staff was patting him on the back.

Wen Qiao was in a dilemma, there was no way, he still walked under the big tree.

There is still watermelon juice at the corner of Shen Yan's mouth, and the crime scene is really not cleaned.

Wen Qiao glanced at him, Shen Yan calmed down, and his temper was quite big: "What do you see?" ”

Wen Qiao squinted: "You are my student, and you are my subordinate defeated, you can try it again?" ”

Shen Yan didn't dare to speak.

This woman seems to be very tough, and she probably can't beat it, and all kinds of small hidden weapons he designed can't escape her eyes.

But it seems that Wen Qiao is not stupid, whether it is fighting wits or courage, he is not her opponent.

Shen Yan was so angry that his teeth itched.

How could he lose?

He must find a way to get Wincho away.

It was noon, the two of them had lunch at the horse farm, a big table of old elm wood was placed under the big locust tree, and a group of rough men ate with Wen Qiao and Shen Yan.

Wen Qiao chatted with them about equestrianism, and they learned that she was the owner of the No. 85 horse race god of war at the previous horse race held in Haicheng, and that the jockey was injured in that race, and she herself participated in the battle.

She is a Jockey Club champion.

Shen Yan almost choked on the rice balls and glanced at Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao stroked his long hair: "Don't worship me too much." ”

Shen Yan rolled his eyes: "Whoever worships you is not a horse racing champion?" What's the big deal, don't you know that the arrogant army will be defeated? ”

Wen Qiao snorted lightly: "Really? I only know that the winner is king, and if you lose today, you have to promise me one thing. ”