Uncle Li hurriedly turned back and played the round: "Eh, the old man told me just now, the future is terrifying, he admires the god of war very much, the old man is broad-minded, and he is not angry at all because he didn't win the first place, he said, this arena still belongs to young people." ”

Fu Huaiyong said coldly: "Mouthy." ”

Uncle Li smiled and said, "Yes, yes, I'm talkative, didn't you just want to say that you know the master of the God of War?" This ......"

Fu Huaiyong came over with a slap in the eye, and Uncle Li immediately remained silent.

Besides, the old man is probably really going to let him get out.

Fu Nanli also added fuel to the fire: "She has a good vision, and a horse that was bought back from the horse farm that was about to go bankrupt won the championship of the Jockey Club." ”

Wincho: ......

Brother, let's keep a low profile, your grandfather is about to hate me to death.

Fu Huaiyong had a cold face, didn't answer Fu Nanli's words at all, and walked out directly.

Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao followed, "Let's have a meal together in the evening, grandpa." ”

Fu Huaiyong put on a top hat and said indifferently: "I can't eat with you young people, I'll go back to the other garden." ”

The corners of Fu Nanli's mouth curved slightly: "Send you to the car." ”

The rich people in the private room on the top floor of the racecourse all witnessed the picture of the old man of the Fu family leaving the racecourse with a black face.

"The old man has won the championship six times in a row, and if he loses this time, he must be very angry."

"No, I heard that the old man doesn't pay that much attention to this competition anymore."

"Because you lost money?"

"Hey, it's only tens of millions, it's all small money for the old man, it's worth being angry?"

In the parking lot downstairs of the audience at the racecourse, Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao watched the old man get into the car, and the leaders of the racecourse lined up and watched the old man's car slowly go away.

Wen Qiao turned around and went to the stable behind the racecourse, where Song Yu was feeding the god of war.

Seeing Wen Qiao, Song Yu looked excited, and hurriedly sent the trophy over: "Qiaoqiao, look at the championship trophy I won for you." ”

Wincho took the trophy and kissed it gently.

Fu Nanli: ......

In addition to the lute, there is one more thing to be jealous of.

"You've done so well."

Song Yu smiled: "That's the horse you chose, the explosive power of the God of War is really amazing, you really picked up a foal and came back to be a big one, your vision is simply amazing." ”

Wen Qiao touched the head of the god of war, the god of war was still killing in all directions just now, invincible, and now it has returned to the mode of obedient foals, and he is particularly obedient to Wen Qiao.

Master Fu pushed away the head of the god of war.

Where to rub it?

The god of war looked at Wen Qiao with innocent eyes, and Wen Qiao touched his head again: "Song Yu, when will you return to Haicheng?" ”

"In two days, there are a lot of excellent jockeys here, share and exchange experiences with them, and then I will bring the god of war back."

"Okay."

The Fu family has a small mansion in Macau, and Fu Nanli wants to bring Wen Qiao over.

was rejected by Wen Qiao: "Your grandfather can't get off the stage, you still take me there, isn't it intentional to stimulate him?" ”

She suspected that Fu Nanli did it on purpose.

Fu Nanli chuckled: "Don't you think the old man was choked and couldn't speak, isn't it quite interesting?" ”

Wen Qiao squinted at him: "Is it his own grandson?" ”

The old man knows that his grandson is so skinny, he can't be dizzy?

Fu Nanli rubbed her head: "But Uncle Li said that the old man is a bit lonely in horse racing, you won him, he couldn't accept it for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he should appreciate you a little." ”