Wen Qiao couldn't help but clap his hands: "Excellent!"
Fu Nanli reached out and rubbed her head: "You are excellent."
Wen Qiao put down the telescope: "Master, I will help you make a lot of money again."
Fu Nanli sat on the sofa and hugged the man in his arms: "Well, how can I thank you, my sponsor?"
Wen Qiao thought hard: "I can't remember it for the moment."
The man whispered in her ear, but Wen Qiao pushed him away: "Not serious."
Fu Nanli took her hand and stood up: "Let's go."
"Where are you going?"
"My grandfather is in the next private room."
Wen Qiao and Fu Nanli went to the private room next door. The old man who lost tens of millions was not angry, but became more interested: "Finally, there is still someone who can fight."
The feeling of 'how lonely it is to be invincible' is finally gone.
Uncle Li asked cautiously, "Grandpa, aren't you angry?"
Fu Huaiyong chuckled: "Am I such a person who can't stand losing? With such a competitor, the competition is interesting, isn't it?"
Uncle Li poured tea for the old man: "Old man, you are really generous. Most people would not be as happy as you when they lose a game."
"If you lose, you lose. Go find out who the owner of this horse is."
"Okay, I'll go ask the person in charge of the racecourse."
There was a knock on the door, and the person who came in surprised the old man, it was actually his grandson. So the person he saw at the airport yesterday was indeed Nan Li, he was not mistaken.
But there was a little tail following him, which made him a little unhappy.
Obviously he came with Wen Qiao to watch Marseille.
"You don't mind, do you?" Fu Huaiyong was slightly stunned by Fu Nanli's words. What did this unreasonable sentence mean
"What?"
Fu Nanli smiled and said, "Wen Qiao's horse won first place. Grandpa, you don't mind, right?"
Uncle Li, who was about to go out to inquire about the master of the God of War, paused.
Hmm, there's something interesting to watch.
At that moment, Fu Huaiyong's expression was quite interesting. After struggling for a long time, he sneered: "You really know how to flatter her."
Fu Nanli's face darkened. "War God is indeed hers. She bought the horse from a horse farm in Haicheng Township that was about to close down. If you don't believe me, you can check it out. When she bought it, War God was still very thin. The jockey for War God No. 85 is Wen Qiao's classmate, named..."
Wen Qiao knew that he didn't remember his name, so he quickly added, "It's Song Yu."
"Yes, her name is Song Yu, from Yangyin."
Fu Huaiyong looked at Wen Qiao with complicated eyes, his expression still not looking good: "Is it really your horse?"
Wen Qiao: "It is indeed mine."
Fu Huaiyong sneered: "So you bought this horse and participated in this horse race just to please me."
Wen Qiao: "... You really think too much, you misunderstood."
No mercy was shown to the old man.
Fu Nanli added: "Before she came to participate in the competition, she didn't know that you were also participating in this horse race, and she didn't know that Jing Lei was your horse."
Fu Huaiyong: …
"I do not believe."
Wen Qiao held his forehead and asked, "Why doesn't anyone believe me when I'm telling you the truth?"
The old man was not nice to her, so don't expect her to say anything nice to make him happy. She knew that the more humble she was, the less he would take her seriously.
It's not that I have anything to say directly, but at least I feel happy.
"Believe it or not, I didn't buy the horse just for you."
"You..." Mr. Fu was so angry that he was choking and couldn't utter a word.
Old man: I don’t want to save face! !
Does this count as torturing the old man
Please give me a monthly ticket, eh
(End of this chapter)