Many celebrities and even foreign royal families have sat on his plane, but he has never asked for a photo. These people are really not very calm.
But Wen Qiao whispered, "Just take a photo with them. They all admire you."
Fu Nanli patiently took photos with all the flight attendants. The flight attendants returned to the workroom excitedly, saying, "We have been in Dongchuan for several years, and this is the first time that Captain Fu is willing to take a photo with us."
"They all say Captain Fu listens to his girlfriend, and it seems to be true."
"Yes, it feels so pampering."
The plane flew to Macau and arrived at Macau International Airport in less than three hours.
The Fu family's private plane was parked on the tarmac. A Bentley drove directly to the tarmac to pick people up. Fu Huaiyong got in the car and slowly drove away from the tarmac. He saw a Dongchuan Airlines plane not far away. The people coming up and down the gangway seemed familiar.
It seems to be his grandson.
But the car couldn't stop on the tarmac, so he just thought he was seeing things.
It seems that the guy hasn't taken over the business in Macau yet, so he shouldn't come here.
Fu Nanli put his arm around Wen Qiao's waist and got off the plane. Unlike his grandfather, he did not use his privileges and took the shuttle bus to the parking lot to catch a car.
The two first went to a horse farm near the equestrian competition venue.
Song Yu was already there, wearing a jockey's uniform and a helmet, galloping across the field with heroic spirit.
After a circle, the horse stopped in front of Wen Qiao and jumped off.
"Are you here with the God of War?"
Song Yu: "You really don't care about your members. Yes, I've been here for several days and have been training all the time."
Since she had participated in the competition, she wanted to bring back a trophy for Wen Qiao.
Gold, silver or bronze are all fine, but she must win a trophy, otherwise Wen Qiao’s high hopes for her will be in vain.
"Thanks a lot."
Song Yu took off the helmet on his head: "Qiao Qiao, do you want to run a lap?"
Wen Qiao had sneaked past the God of War near his grandfather's house before, and now he was itching to show off his skills, "Then let's run a lap."
"There's a changing room here. Change into your equestrian clothes."
When Wen Qiao came out again, he was fully armed, wearing a knight's suit, a protective vest, breeches and riding boots, and a helmet on his head.
She rode the God of War and galloped freely on the green horse field, while Song Yu cheered wildly outside.
The shouting gave Fu Nanli a headache.
"Mr. Fu, Qiao Qiao is great."
Fu Nanli: …
My girlfriend is amazing, do you still need me to tell me
Wen Qiao ran a lap, and the God of War was very gracious and ran very fast without any stumbling.
It moved at lightning speed and finally stopped in front of Fu Nanli.
He is full of energy and his eyes are shining. He feels proud of having a girlfriend who is excellent in every aspect, but it does not prevent him from being jealous.
Wen Qiao turned over and got off the horse. Song Yu rushed forward, one step faster than Fu Nanli, "Qiao Qiao, I think you also have the talent to be a jockey. Your speed is not slower than mine. The God of War also cooperates well with you."
Wen Qiao shrugged: "Then I will be your substitute."
The Jockey Club was held at the Taipa Racecourse in the Taipa Reclamation Area of Macau on the second day. The Taipa Racecourse is one of the largest racecourses in Asia, with more than a thousand racehorses in the stables, a track covering an area of 450,000 square meters, and a capacity of nearly 30,000 spectators.
The top floor has various private rooms for the wealthy.
Fu Huaiyong and Fu Nanli's private rooms are adjacent.
The floor-to-ceiling windows on the front provide a wide view. With binoculars in hand, Wen Qiao can see the stable in the distance at a glance.
(End of this chapter)