Mu Yichen couldn't help but feel funny.

Today's variety shows like to carry out surprise attacks, and they come to raid with cameras at night after the guests fall asleep or before they get up in the morning. Everyone is so tidy, how can they really be defenseless, and some even put on base makeup. How can anyone be so sincere without makeup like a white dove?

It turned out that this usually cold little girl was like this in the morning.

However, it is probably a little cold on the grassland, and the white pigeon is wearing half-sleeved pajamas that are a little cold when blown by the cold wind. He didn't let the white pigeon stand at the door for too long, but just took a set of clothes and stuffed it into the white pigeon's arms.

"I'll change this set after washing." Then he went straight downstairs.

Liang Huan was smoking downstairs, and when he saw Mu Yichen coming down, he subconsciously glanced upstairs, "Mu Shao, you're wrong, you only pity Miss Bai." I asked the front desk to call each room at seven o'clock, but you didn't let Miss Bai call, and I went to knock on the door half an hour late and told her to get up. I should also learn from Mu Shao, my mother-in-law always says that I don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, and I don't understand the amorous feelings. Hahaha~"

These words were half-joking, and Mu Yichen didn't say anything lightly.

The white pigeon wore a riding suit for the first time, and his trouser legs were neatly tucked into his riding boots, and after wearing it, he looked quite heroic, and he couldn't help but be narcissistic for a while while standing in front of the mirror.

When the white pigeon went downstairs, it was Liang Huan who saw it first. "Oops," Liang Huan smiled all over his face, "How many girls in equestrian costumes have I seen in Inner Mongolia, none of them are as beautiful as Miss Bai, heroic and coquettish, or the girl from Jiangnan, Shui Ling, our girl here is a little rough in comparison." ”

"Where Mr. Liang is, the people here are outstanding, and the girls are simple and beautiful. Miss Li, who took care of Jia Nan yesterday, is very beautiful, and at first glance it is the atmospheric beauty of the Mongolian people. ”

This said to Mr. Liang's temper, that Xiao Li was the face of his company, and immediately turned his attention to the topic of Xiao Li.

"Your assistant, let her rest for a day today, yesterday she vomited and had a fever, and she was tormented. It's all because I didn't entertain her well, I have already asked someone to buy medicine, and let Xiao Li take care of her today. Miss Bai can rest assured to have fun, come all the way, don't let go of this great opportunity. ”

When he sat down, a large bowl of milk tea had been prepared in front of Bai Ge, the milk was fragrant, and the milk tea pot in front of him was still steaming. There were beef pies on the table, and the white pigeon was most interested in a few dairy products.

"This is milk skin, milk tofu. There is also this fried rice, which can be poured into milk tea and drunk. Liang Huan enthusiastically introduced.

The white pigeon did as he was told, and sure enough, his lips and teeth were fragrant. Mongolian milk tea is different from the pearl milk tea that you drink on weekdays, and it is silky with a smell of fat powder. The milk tea here is salty milk tea, with a hint of saltiness in the mouth, and the aftertaste is milky, and the more you drink it, the smoother it becomes.

Yesterday it was tossed until midnight, and the white pigeon was also hungry. Mu Yichen watched the white pigeon finish drinking a bowl, raised his hand and filled her with another bowl, glanced at her head in eating milk tofu, and said lightly, "What you eat now is a calorie bomb." ”

After saying a word, the white pigeon paused, indeed, these dairy products are not low in calories.

Liang Huan smiled, "Mu Shao, don't scare Miss Bai, all female stars are shouting about losing weight for 365 days, and it's hard to come out to play and relax, don't be so strict with self-management." ”

The white pigeon finally took a little care about the calories he consumed, and put down his chopsticks when he was seven or eight minutes full. The group was still walking to the depths of the paddock in yesterday's off-road vehicle, in addition to Bai Ge and Mu Yichen, there were also several executives of Liang Huan's company, as well as friends from other places. Bai Ge guessed that it should be a potential partner who had the intention of cooperating with Mr. Liang.

Arriving at the paddock, the white pigeon got out of the car and looked at the scenery in front of him, squinting his eyes in satisfaction. The sky is high and the clouds are low, and the grass moves with the wind, which is really refreshing and pleasant, and also eager to try.

Liang Huan brought over a group of chestnut mares, "Miss Bai, try this one, she has a very docile personality." ”

The white dove was riding a horse for the first time and was naturally clumsy. With the help of two herdsmen, the white dove got on the horse.

The feeling of actually sitting on a horse is completely different from watching someone else ride a horse. Sitting on the little mare, the slightest movement of it can cause an exclamation from the white dove. Seeing her nervous appearance, Mu Yichen raised his hand and touched the little mare's forehead, "Don't be afraid, you have to work hard to cultivate a relationship with it." ”

Liang Huan on the side laughed when he heard this, "Yes, yes, cultivate feelings, Mu Shao, Miss Bai, you cultivate feelings here first, let's go to the front to explore the way first." With that, he got on his horse and walked deep into the prairie with his friends.

It does sound a little strange, but the white pigeon's attention is all on the little mare under his crotch.

Mu Yichen led the white pigeon's horse and walked slowly, walking through a hill and a puddle, and the white pigeon gradually got used to the high and low road conditions.

On the way back, Mu Yichen let go of the hand holding the horse, "How is it?" Got used to it? It's actually very simple, you have to give it a little bit of trust. ”

"It seems to be a little better, I gently move the reins, and it will change direction with me."

"Do you want to take two steps and give it a try?"

The white pigeon refused without even thinking about it, "No, no, I'll go slowly." ”

"It's fine." Mu Yichen walked towards the horse that had been prepared for him a long time ago, easily turned over, and straddled a black high-headed horse. He clamped his legs slightly, and the horse neighed lightly, and walked gracefully.

He was well-defined, his hair slightly curly, and because of his mixed race, his eyes were a deep blue in the sun, like a European prince about to go to war. The white pigeon can imagine that if fans see Mu Yichen riding a horse, they will definitely have to go on a hot search again.

The two horses walked slowly side by side, and Liang Huan and they should have already discovered in front, because the white pigeon heard the hounds they brought with them barking excitedly in front.

The grassland scenery in early autumn is truly beautiful.

The wind blows the tips of the grass and brings the news of autumn.

Large expanses of green begin to transition to deep shades of gold.

From a distance, it looks like a smudged oil painting.

A tumbling wave of grass makes people want to smile when they look at it.

The trees nearby obscure the view of the white pigeons, but it is also a rare shade that provides a great habitat for many wildlife. Mu Yichen carried a shotgun on his shoulder and stared at the movement inside with interest.

As the two horses approached, a shadow flashed in the bushes, making a rustling sound.

"It's a rabbit!"

Mu Yichen shouted in surprise, then tightened the reins and raised his legs to chase after him, and disappeared without a trace in a short time.

The white dove rode the mare behind and walked slowly, blowing the wind with the scent of grass blowing on the tip of the grass, and I only felt very relaxed.

Somehow, the voice of the hounds in the distance grew louder, turning from an excited hum to a frantic bark, and this barking seemed to be getting closer and closer to him. The little mare under the crotch seemed to be restless, and from time to time the ears listened in different directions.

In what seemed to be an instant, a black mass rushed from the bushes in the direction of the white dove, followed by four or five hounds barking and roaring, without slowing down at all.

The little mare was in a state of confusion, it had never seen such a battle before, and the black shadow with a smell of blood made the hound excited.

And they rushed so fast that they couldn't be seen so fast. When the white pigeon did not have time to react and did not know how to soothe the little mare, the frightened pony suddenly raised its front legs high, and the next second it ran wildly.

The white dove seemed to be unable to hear anything, and the sound of the wind was whirring in his ears. The speed was too fast, his eyes couldn't open, and he couldn't open his mouth to call for help, so he could only hug the horse tightly, and subconsciously get up and lie on the horse's back as much as possible, and his legs were frightened.

I don't know how long I ran, but after a sudden stop, the white pigeon was defenseless and rolled off the horse.

It's as if the world is rolling in circles before my eyes.

Pain.

The pain was so painful that Venus relieved for a while.

When he understood the situation in front of him, the white pigeon was dumbfounded. Dare to love himself fell into a deep pit, two meters deep. Her little mare was still looking at her condescendingly from the top of the pit, and it seemed that she was wounded, and her front legs were on her knees. Just now, when he was supposed to run to the edge of the deep pit, the mare subconsciously stopped, and he fell directly by inertia.

She moved, and luckily she didn't break a bone, but she definitely hurt her tendons. She fumbled in her pocket and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I went out in the morning and brought my mobile phone with me.

It turned on and waited a few seconds.

When she saw the words "no service", she was dumbfounded.

Also, she thought there would be a signal on the prairie?

This deep pit was dug by man, and it seems that it was a trap set by hunters. But this kind of trap, who knows how often the hunter will come to see it?

The white dove tried to shout a few times, but it was all an empty echo, echoing in the grassland. She was wounded and could not climb up with her hands and feet, but the little mare seemed to be ashamed of her, and kept her company for a while, and in desperation, even the little mare left.

The white dove was completely depressed.

Presumably, it should be called every day, and the earth is not spiritual, this is the feeling, right?

I don't know how long it was, the white pigeon may or may not have fallen asleep, and when she heard someone call her, she forgot to answer for a while.

When I looked up, I saw a man lying on the pit, looking down at him.

The sunlight was a little dazzling, and all I could see was the silhouette of the man, and the big white teeth that were laughing. The tone is familiar, cheerful, and underbeaten.

"Little white pigeon, what are you doing down there, is it fun down there?"