It may be that Fu Nanli's aura is too fierce, and the God of War is also docile and well-behaved in front of him.

The old man was anxious: "Nanli, do you really want this girl to be a jockey?" ”

Fu Nanli basically does not interfere with Wen Qiao's interests and hobbies, and supports her to move forward towards her dreams.

Only this time, it will indeed involve her safety.

But she insisted on doing so, and he wouldn't object too much.

"She should be measured herself."

Having said that, I was very worried.

Wen Qiao asked someone to bring a knight's costume, and Fu Nanli personally helped her put on a helmet and helped her tie knee pads to her knees and elbows: "You must be careful, as long as you are injured once, you will never be allowed to ride a horse again." ”

Wen Qiao suddenly felt a little pressured, but he still nodded: "I promise not to get hurt." ”

She turned around, grabbed the reins of the god of war, and touched its head: "Let's work together and stand on the highest podium together, huh?" ”

The god of war hissed, as if he understood her words.

Wen Qiao turned over and got on the horse neatly, his demeanor was sassy and high-spirited, and Fu Nanli's heart was always lifted.

Wen Qiao took the reins, turned the horse's head, and the god of war rushed out like an arrow off the string, and the old man covered his heart and shouted: "Slow down, you girl has never been trained, just ride so fast......"

Fu Nanli's heart has always been carried.

His little friend has a free soul, and he doesn't want to bind her in the name of love.

Wincho was on horseback, feeling the wind galloping, and the wind in her ears, and she enjoyed the adrenaline rush.

Finally, after a lap of running, she pulled the reins, and the god of war stopped firmly in front of Fu Nanli.

Fu Nanli's heart was let go.

Wen Qiao raised his hand to look at his watch: "Two and a half minutes, about the same speed as Song Yu." ”

Fu Nanli's stiff expression softened, Wen Qiao is indeed talented in what he does, both civil and military.

His little friends shine brighter and brighter in her life.

He held out his hand: "Is it okay?" ”

Wincho: "I'll have to run a few more laps to get my senses." ”

Fu Nanli: ......

When will he be able to let go of this heart completely?

Wen Qiao rode a few laps in a row, the speed was very stable, she had a bottom in her heart, there was no problem in entering the top three, the Jockey Club, mainly about the horse, her jockey was at most the icing on the cake.

She rode a total of eight laps before finally turning over and getting off the horse.

The old man and Fu Nanli muttered: "This god of war really likes our girl, and she is not so well-behaved in front of Song Yu's girl." ”

Fu Nanli: ......

The object of envy is further expanded.

Wen Qiao came over sweating, the old man pulled out a tissue, Fu Nanli took it and helped her wipe her sweat.

Wen Qiao's mouth was dry: "I'm a little thirsty. ”

"Get in the car, there are Xiaoice boxes in the car."

After saying goodbye to the old man, the two got into the car, Wen Qiao drank a bottle of water, drank too quickly, the water flowed out of the corner of his mouth, Fu Nanli's eyes darkened, and he took a tissue to help her wipe it, Wen Qiao choked and coughed violently.

Fu Nanli patted her on the back: "You can choke on water, what's the difference between you and a child?" ”

Wen Qiao came to his senses: "A child can't find a boyfriend, it's still such a handsome boyfriend." ”

After all, let him worry about it, Wen Qiao wanted to say something nice to make him happy.

Fu Dashao was really happy, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.