Maybe it was because Fu Nanli's aura was too fierce, the God of War looked docile and well-behaved in front of him.
The old man was anxious: "Nan Li, do you really want this girl to be a jockey?"
Fu Nanli basically does not interfere with Wen Qiao's interests and hobbies, and supports her in moving towards her dreams.
But this time, her safety would indeed be involved.
But if she insisted on doing so, he would not object too much.
"She should be sensible."
Although I said this, I was very worried.
Wen Qiao asked someone to bring a set of knight's clothes, and Fu Nanli helped her put on the helmet and put knee pads on her knees and elbows: "Be careful, if you get hurt once, you will never be allowed to ride a horse again."
Wen Qiao suddenly felt a little pressured, but still nodded: "I promise I won't get hurt."
She turned around, took the reins of the God of War, and patted its head: "Let's work hard together and stand on the highest podium together, ok?"
The God of War neighed, as if he understood what she said.
Wen Qiao swiftly climbed onto the horse, looking dashing and high-spirited. Fu Nanli was always worried.
Wen Qiao pulled the reins and turned the horse's head, and the God of War rushed out like an arrow. The old man covered his chest and shouted, "Slow down, you haven't been trained, and you ride so fast..."
Fu Nanli was always worried.
His little friend had a free soul, and he didn't want to tie her down in the name of love.
Wen Qiao was riding on the horse, feeling the speed of lightning and the whistling wind in her ears. She really enjoyed the thrill of the adrenaline rush.
Finally, after running a lap, she pulled the reins, and the God of War stopped steadily in front of Fu Nanli.
Fu Nanli finally felt relieved.
Wen Qiao raised his hand to check his watch: "Two and a half minutes, about the same speed as Song Yu."
Fu Nanli's stiff expression relaxed a little. Wen Qiao was indeed talented in everything, both civil and military.
His little friend was shining brighter and brighter in her life.
He held out his hand: "Is it ok?"
Wen Qiao: "I still need to run a few more laps to get a feel for it."
Fu Nanli: …
When will he be able to completely let go of this feeling
Wen Qiao rode several laps in a row with a very stable speed. She felt confident that she would have no problem getting into the top three. In a horse race, the main thing is the horse, and she as a jockey is at most the icing on the cake.
She rode eight rounds in total and finally got off the horse.
The old man and Fu Nanli whispered: "This God of War really likes our girl. He is not so well-behaved in front of Song Yu."
Fu Nanli: …
The objects of envy have further expanded.
Wen Qiao came over sweating profusely. The old man took out a tissue and Fu Nanli took it and helped her wipe the sweat off her face.
Wen Qiao's mouth was dry: "I'm a little thirsty."
"Get in the car. There's a small refrigerator in the car."
After saying goodbye to the old man, the two got in the car. Wen Qiao gulped down a bottle of water. She drank so quickly that water flowed out from the corners of her mouth. Fu Nanli's eyes dimmed and he took a tissue to wipe it for her. Wen Qiao choked and coughed violently.
Fu Nanli patted her on the back and said, "You can even choke when drinking water. What's the difference between you and a child?"
Wen Qiao calmed down and said, "A child can't have a boyfriend, especially one who is so handsome."
After all, she had made him worry, so Wen Qiao wanted to say something nice to cheer him up.
Young Master Fu was indeed very happy, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
(End of this chapter)