On Sunday morning, Murong Qiao was the first to arrive at the racecourse.

This was also her first time here, and Murong Qiao measured the entire horse farm with her feet.

Judging from the architectural structure of the racecourse, the style is more retro, although it is a place for the rich to spend their time, but when it was built, it was built according to the standards of the international arena, covering an area of nearly 40 hectares.

With four tracks and curves, and more than 20 individual training grounds, it is enough to accommodate more than 100 racehorses, which is the envy of professional racers.

"Whew-" Murong Qiao wiped the sweat that appeared slightly on his forehead.

She felt like her body was heating up just by going around in a circle.

Murong Qiao's cheeks were peach-colored, like the most tender petal on a spring branch, the corners of her mouth were slightly lifted with a bright smile, followed by the flamboyant eyebrows and eyes, and the rare high ponytail swirled in the air with her movements, drawing a clean and neat arc.

She just stood there and did nothing, only turned her face sideways and crossed a layer of the remaining glimmer of the morning sun, which was hazy and beautiful, and softened the beauty between her eyebrows and eyes, like a brightly colored oil painting, which made people unable to take their eyes off.

Huo Yichen, who had just come in from the entrance, saw such a picture.

He looked at Murong Qiao for a long time and didn't say anything, but his eyes were glued to her every move, and his dark eyes flashed with amazement, and his heart trembled.

Huo Yichen only felt that Murong Qiao was like a piece of pure white paper, and he was holding the pen, wanting to dye it with his own ink.

"Huh? When did you come? Later, it was Murong Qiao who discovered Huo Yichen's existence.

Huo Yichen was called back to his senses by her, and then pretended to cough lightly and walked to Murong Qiao's side.

He handed the small pastries he brought to Murong Qiao, "It wasn't long before I came. ”

Huo Yichen said casually, in fact, he didn't know how long he had been looking at Murong Qiao just now.

"You're beautiful today." He praised.

Murong Qiao's attention was on the pastry in his hand, and when he heard Huo Yichen's voice, he subconsciously responded, and after a few seconds, he realized that he was praising himself just now.

Suddenly boasted, let her blame embarrassed.

Murong Qiao opened the bag in disguise and pinched out a piece of flower cake from it, but instead of eating it for himself, he stuffed it into Huo Yichen's mouth.

She was a little anxious, "You taste it!" ”

Huo Yichen was amused by her appearance, and ate the flower cake as she wished.

The sweetness and floral flavor make the taste buds taste taste the ultimate experience, but the main source of this delicious taste should be the person who fed it to him.

The morning had passed, and the sun had just risen in the east, and it was not yet particularly hot.

Murong Qiao pulled Huo Yichen to the side, and there was a semi-open rest place not far away.

"Sit." She patted the spot next to her.

Originally, it was the best place to watch the game, but now it is occupied by Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen, and looking down from here, the wonderful scenery can be seen at a glance.

Huo Yichen sat next to Murong Qiao as he said, but a pair of long legs had nowhere to put it, so he had to reluctantly choose to move his legs out and put them diagonally on the chairs in the row in front of him.

"You seem to be able to ride a horse." Murong Qiao stirred up the topic.

The last time I went to Cheng's house, it was Huo Yichen who took her to barely control the situation when the fierce horse went out of control, and that time also impressed Murong Qiao.

"After I arrived at the Huo family, I learned a little." Huo Yichen was concise and to the point. "Not proficient."

Since the end of high school, he was taken back to the Huo family, and he has been buried in those so-called necessary courses in high society.

Equestrianism was only one of them, and in order to train him into a basically qualified heir, Huo Hong showed no mercy to him.

Murong Qiao saw that he didn't mention it much, so he didn't ask any more.

Her toes shook dishonestly, and she kept hooking Huo Yichen's eyes to see.

Murong Qiao turned around and recklessly pressed his weight on Huo Yichen, feeling very good at the moment.

She thought of something and said, "I plan to go home in two days, and I may not be able to accompany you." ”

It is the norm for Murong Qiao to go home every once in a while, but this time she said that she was a little worried because of Huo Yichen's car accident not long ago.

Although he taught Huo Xiuyuan a lesson, but the person did not die, Murong Qiao always felt a little uneasy.

"It just so happens that I'm in trouble." Huo Yichen also took the opportunity to talk about his own arrangements.

He stretched out his hand and held Murong Qiao's slightly cold palm, "I want to go back to the Huo family." ”

Huo Yichen didn't want to hide the car accident, so Huo Hong soon found out.

So he called before Huo Yichen went to the racecourse.

"Go back to Huo's house immediately."

Huo Hong's words always seemed like commands, which made people uncomfortable.

If the third person heard Huo Hong's tone to Huo Yichen, I am afraid that they would think whether they were father and son.

However, this is also related to Huo Yichen's failure to report the recent situation to him recently.

The car accident was only known to Huo Hong's people who were sent to keep an eye on Huo Yichen to tell him.

"I'll go back tomorrow." This is Huo Yichen's answer.

When he answered the phone, Huo Yichen was already standing outside the racecourse, so he opened his mouth and moved the time back by a day.

Huo Yichen's disobedient reaction made Huo Hong not very happy, but in the end he hung up the phone without saying anything.

It was not a pleasant memory, Huo Yichen thought about it for a while and threw it away.

He had had enough rest and got up from his seat.

Huo Yichen has not forgotten the purpose of coming here. "Pick a horse for a walk?"

He raised his eyebrows when he spoke, and a strand of untied broken hair slipped from the corner of his forehead, which made Huo Yichen a little more uninhibited and idle, breaking his usual indifference to the outside world.

Murong Qiao looked up at him, his gaze slicing down from the contours of his cold and sparse facial features. Huo Yichen wore a loose sweatshirt and jeans today, the combination of light blue and white made Murong Qiao, who was looking at him, suddenly feel like he was dreaming of returning to high school.

But at that time, Huo Yichen would only be cold and indifferent to her, and he was very fierce, unlike now, turning all the tenderness into a unique praise for her.

Murong Qiao looked at the palm he handed to him and reached out to take it.

"Let's go!"

Murong Qiao got up with Huo Yichen's strength and walked with him in the direction where the horses were, not noticing that there were two people standing on the other side not far from them.

These two people are Leng Yan and Yang Xin, who have just arrived at the racecourse.

They came in along the entrance to find Murong Qiao, but they saw her sitting with Huo Yichen talking very happily.

"We ...... Or don't bother? Yang Xin hesitated.

No matter how you look at it, the world of the two is sweet and sweet, and I always feel that the two of them don't seem to be suitable in the past.

Leng Yan nodded sympathetically, "I remember that the place I came in just now was guided by the staff." ”

Riding a horse is not in a hurry to study, but it is not good to disturb people to fall in love.

But watching the figures of the two people close to each other gradually drift apart, Yang Xin still didn't suppress his hands that were about to move, took out his mobile phone and secretly took a photo of the backs of the two people.

Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen in the photo are inseparable, Murong Qiao's hand is holding Huo Yichen's arm, talking to him with a sideways face, and the tails of his eyes are dyed with a smile.

And Huo Yichen's eyes, which usually had no temperature, seemed to have become softer than usual because of Murong Qiao's existence.

(End of chapter)