Wu Mangmang followed Shen Ting out of the villa and was about to say goodbye to Shen Ting and go to the stables, but Shen Ting was also walking in that direction. Seeing that Wu Mangmang had not caught up for a long time, he stopped and turned to look at her, "Follow me."
Looking at Shen Ting in casual clothes in the mist, he could also ride a horse. After all, it was convenient for men to ride a horse anytime when they wore pants.
"Thank you so much for what you did just now, Mr. Shen." Wu Mangmang took two steps to catch up.
"Aren't you Shen Ting Shen Ting? Doesn't that sound easy to call you?" Shen Ting asked back.
Wu Mangmang could only reveal a "hehe" expression. She didn't want to get close to Ning Zheng, nor did she want to get close to Shen Ting.
She had never ignored the contempt hidden in Shen Ting's eyes when he looked at her.
The stable was very clean and there were dozens of horses in it. Shen Ting took Wu Mangmang to a compartment where there was a pure white horse. It was very tall and beautiful, with an ink-colored plum blossom between its eyebrows. Shen Ting called it "Elizabeth".
Shen Ting took some grass from the trough beside him and fed it to Elizabeth. He reached out and stroked its mane and said to Wu Mangmang, "It's a Lippizzan horse. It has a gentle temperament. You should get close to it."
Shen Ting handed the horse grass to Wu Mangmang.
Elizabeth was indeed gentle in nature. After a while, Wumangmang became close to her and slowly led her out of the stable and to the pasture.
Wu Mangmang asked Shen Ting, "You really don't want to ride?"
Shen Ting didn't choose a horse for him just now.
"Let me watch you ride." Shen Ting said.
Wu Mangmang responded, adjusted her hat, and was about to get on the horse, but she saw Shen Ting stretching out his hand. She was stunned. He was quite a gentleman.
Wu Mangmang placed his hand on Shen Ting's palm, and with the help of his strength, he climbed onto the stirrup and crossed his other leg over the horse's back from behind.
Unfortunately, he had been unfamiliar with riding skills for too long and had not mastered the strength well. He originally wanted to learn to get on and off the horse as gracefully as Shen Yuanzi, but he ended up using too much strength and hitting the saddle with one stride.
Wu Mangmang gasped in pain, but couldn't scream without any image, so he could only laugh at himself and said, "Luckily I don't have balls, otherwise it would really hurt."
Shen Ting chuckled and walked a short distance ahead with Elizabeth in tow. Seeing that Wu Mangmang had adjusted himself, he patted Elizabeth's butt gently and said, "Try riding it yourself."
Wu Mangmang said "hmm" and asked Elizabeth to jog.
Soon, the feeling of riding a horse in the past returned. Wumangmang ran a few laps happily, passed by Shen Ting again, whistled at him, pointed to the distance and said with a smile: "I'll go to the lake over there to take a look."
The words were still ringing in Shen Ting's ears when the misty figure had already followed Elizabeth and ran a dozen feet away.
Soon the shadows of the man and the horse became a black dot on the horizon.
Only then did Shen Ting realize that he had also been dumped by Wu Mangmang.
Wu Mangmang rode her horse straight to the lake she saw from the plane. There was a lonely tree beside the lake, which looked quiet and leisurely.
At this time, the sky was already filled with sunset glow, with orange, golden and even rose gold. Wu Mangmang took out his mobile phone and the selfie tool he had prepared in advance from the bag next to the saddle, and used the lonely tree as a steel pipe, enjoying taking pictures.
Finally, I sat on the grass against the tree trunk, bent one leg, and took a photo with the lake as the background.
I used Meitu XiuXiu to edit the photo and adjusted the tone of the entire background, giving it a desolate and dim color.
She herself was backlit, with her facial features hidden in the darkness, making her look mysterious and delicate like a silhouette.
Wu Mangmang admired his own photos. The composition and colors were so beautiful that he wished he could give them as many likes as his phone number.
Next, Wumangmang sat against the tree trunk in an ungraceful manner and began to edit the text with great effort.
Showing off wealth is actually a very intelligent thing. If you only take pictures of bags and food, it would be too unstyled and it would be easy to be replaced by more expensive bags.
Wu Mangmang follows the literary and melancholic route of showing off wealth, which attracts both a group of literary young women and a group of melancholic young men.
"I sat quietly under the tree and thought of Sakyamuni. The holy monk attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree. Can I find enlightenment in my life today?"
Sour, too sour!
Wu Mangmang even made a retching motion when he saw this.
But even though it sounds sour, it does show that we are quite elegant, and even have a bit of religious temperament.
But what happened next was not so good.
The signal on the prairie was not very good. In the fog, I walked around the lake holding my phone high, searching for a signal.
Unsuccessful, Wu Mangmang had to climb onto the horse's back, holding the reins with one hand and holding up his cell phone with the other, looking for a signal.
Finally, the phone got two bars of signal. Wu Mangmang was more excited than if he had earned eight million. He quickly sent out the edited text and photos. He anxiously watched the chrysanthemums on the page spinning, but he didn't dare to click refresh. He felt so frustrated.
Fortunately, the Weibo post was finally sent out and there was a reply soon.
"It's so sour! It's so sour that my teeth fell out. Buddha is just Buddha, right? He's also a holy monk." Followed by a series of vomiting expressions.
Comment from Long Xiujuan.
Wu Mangmang curled his lips and thought, you know nothing, have you read Journey to the West? I am using the tone of the Queen of the Kingdom of Women here.
There are so many TV dramas and books about YY monks recently that I am looking forward to seeing bald monks, especially those foreign monks who can marry and have private helicopters.
After Wu Mangmang curled his lips, he began to type quickly to reply to Long Chanjuan, "Are you pregnant? You have such severe morning sickness."
Unfortunately, the mobile communication signal is really mobile, and the mobile phone signal in the fog was 0 again. She then raised her hands again, turned around twice, received two bars of signal again, and sent the reply.
At this moment, Jiang Baoliang, who was on the roof of the villa using a telescope to look at the stars, had completely shifted his interest to the fog.
"This girl is so funny. What is she doing? She keeps circling around the field and keeps raising her hand." Jiang Baoliang laughed out loud and said to Lu Sui, "Come and see, it's so funny."
Lu Sui expressed no interest.
Jiang Baoliang stopped trying to persuade him, because he knew that the woman's attraction to Lu Sui was not as great as that of an ant.
"This girl is not only mentally ill, but also mentally ill, right?" Jiang Baoliang continued to watch, laughing so hard that he fell backwards. "This trip was not in vain."
Lu Sui had already stood in front of the telescope next to him. After looking for a while, he said, "She is looking for a cell phone signal."
"Cell phone signal?" Jiang Baoliang said he couldn't understand.
Is it worth it just for a cell phone signal
But it seems that this is the only reason that makes sense.
After receiving Lu Qingqing's urging order for dinner, Wu Mangmang returned to the villa in a cloud of mist, went upstairs to take a quick shower, changed into a new skirt and went downstairs.
Dinner is served in the garden.
There are countless stars in the sky, and the handle of the Big Dipper is extremely clear.
There are various flowers on the ground that were specially airlifted in, emitting a subtle fragrance.
There was a violinist playing not far from the dining table.
According to Wu Mangmang, the dinner was as romantic as a wedding banquet, which was obviously done to cater to the ladies.
If you eat too much good stuff, everything will taste the same.
The theme of today's dinner is obviously to chat.
Wu Mangmang and Lu Qingqing sat at the end of the table. The lady next to them had no intention of talking to them, and she leaned 30 degrees to the left throughout the meal to show her attitude.
Wu Mangmang was happy with the quietness, but what he hated most was forcing himself to chat with people during a meal, until his face was sore from smiling.
The network here is very good, perfect for browsing Weibo and Moments.
Occasionally, she would look up and relax her neck, and Wu Mangmang's sight would meet Shen Yuanzi in the air. The eldest lady turned her eyes away indifferently, and Wu Mangmang had to look at Ning Zheng, who was sitting next to Shen Yuanzi and looked over.
Then he decisively ignored the other person's complicated look and continued to browse Weibo.
"I don't know why, but I suddenly want to dance." Du Yijun put down her napkin, smiled and sighed.
"I don't know if I have the honor to invite Miss Du to dance with me." Lu Sui stood up.
As the host, Lu Sui naturally wanted to make sure his guests had a great time.
Although he was aloof and seemed like nothing could get into his heart, his expression was not as cold as Shen Ting's.
Du Yijun was naturally happy to agree.
Wu Mangmang leaned over to Lu Qingqing's ear and whispered, "Why does our uncle call her Miss Du?"
Lu Qingqing's news coverage was much wider than Wu Mangmang's. After chatting with Du Yijun in the afternoon, she posted on WeChat Moments to clarify everything about her situation.
"I heard that she and Mr. Liu are getting a divorce." Lu Qingqing said.
Wu Mangmang nodded. It seems that Lu Sui is Du Yijun’s new backer, or is Lu Sui trying to win over Du Yijun
Anyway, we hit it off and benefited from it both ways.
It was already very difficult for Wu Mangmang to think so much. She was impatient to guess these things, so she stopped her imagination from wandering further.
The handsome men and beautiful women dancing are very pleasing to the eyes. What is rare is that when Lu Sui dances, he does not have any of the stiffness that is inherent in men. They always look like a skeleton with their arms horizontally.
Lu Sui's dancing was elegant and smooth, and he could control his movements freely. He raised his arms slightly to guide Du Yijun to spin gracefully, which was pleasing to the eye. Both of them could be called dancing masters.
These two people undoubtedly stimulated the enthusiasm of everyone present to dance.
After Ning Zheng and Shen Yuanzi danced a song, they invited all the women present to dance with them, except Wu Mangmang, to show his anger at being rejected.
After Lu Sui and Du Yijun danced one song, they stopped moving.
Shen Ting didn't move at all. In Wu Mangmang's heart, Shen Ting gave people the impression of a stiff man who would move his hands and feet together when dancing, and his face was as stiff as his.
Jiang Baoliang did dance twice and his dancing was pretty good, but his belly was a little big.
"How about dancing with me?" Lu Lin's voice suddenly rang in Wu Mangmang's ears, interrupting her work on Dianping.
"I'm not very good at this kind of dance." Wu Mangmang said modestly.
The chaotic dancing in nightclubs is more suitable for her, but she can also perform a striptease.
"Then dance to a song you're good at." Lu Lin said with a smile, obviously not accepting rejection.
Nowadays, women are more domineering than domineering CEOs, and even Wu Mangmang is convinced.
"Don't be modest, you must have learned dance." Lu Lin added with a smile.
Of course Wu Mangmang has learned dance.
For children from a family like hers, with busy parents, her weekends are always spent in various interest classes.
Calligraphy, painting, piano, and dance, nothing was left out.
But Wu Mangmang was only interested in the junior martial arts class, because it was the only place where he could beat up those kids who had a very happy childhood without fear of being scolded.
As for dancing, Wu Mangmang prefers the passionate and aggressive national standard dance, because she feels that the body language of national standard dance is always conveying the following message: Are you as arrogant as me? Are you as flirty as me
In fact, everyone is a flirt, the only difference is whether they are obviously flirtatious or secretly flirtatious.
"Samba is okay, but I don't have a dance partner." Wu Mangmang said with pretended regret.
Dancing samba on the lawn? Lu Lin choked.
"I can accompany you." Lu Lin said, walked to the side of the musician and said something, and the dance music changed to a passionate samba style.
Now it was Wumangmang's turn to be dumbfounded. Do you really want to dance samba with me on the lawn
It would be embarrassing if your high heels poked a hole in the grass and you couldn't pull them out.