Chapter 882

How many stars and even royal members of foreign countries have been on his plane, and he has never come out to ask for a group photo. These people are really not calm.

But Wenqiao said in a low voice, "you can take a picture with someone else, because they worship you.".

Fu Nanli took a photo with all the flight attendants. The stewardesses happily returned to the workshop and were overjoyed: "this is the first time that Captain Fu is willing to take a photo after being in Dongchuan for several years."

"They all said that Captain Fu listened to his girlfriend. It seems true."

"Yes, it feels like a pet."

The plane flew to Macao and arrived at Macau International Airport in less than three hours.

Fu's private plane stops on the apron, and Bentley car drives directly to the apron to pick up people. Fu huaiyong gets on the car and slowly drives away from the apron. He sees a Dongchuan Airlines plane not far away. The people on the gangway seem familiar.

It seems to be his grandson.

But the car couldn't stay on the tarmac, so he thought he was wrong.

It seems that the boy has not taken over the industry of Macao, so he should not come here.

Fu Nanli took Wenqiao's waist and got off the plane. He didn't like his grandfather. He took a ferry bus to the parking lot.

They first went to a racecourse near the equestrian field.

Song Yu is already there. Now he is wearing a jockey's uniform and helmet, running bravely on the field.

After a circle, the horse stopped at wenjo and jumped off.

"Did you come with the God of war?"

Song Yu: "you don't care about your members. Yes, I've been here for several days and have been training."

Now that she's in the competition, she wants to bring back a trophy for wenjo.

Gold, silver, copper will do, but you must get a trophy, or in vain wenjo put high hopes on her.

"Hard work for you."

Song Yu took off his helmet: "Qiao Qiao, do you want to run around?"

Wenqiao used to slip past the God of war near his grandfather's home. Now he is a little skilful, "let's run around."

"There's a dressing room. You change into equestrian clothes."

When wenjo came out again, he was armed, wearing a knight's uniform, a protective vest, breeches and boots, and a helmet on his head.

She rode the God of war, galloping on the horse field like the wind, and Song Yu cheered wildly outside the field.

Fu Nanli's brain aches.

"Mr. Fu, Joe is wonderful."

Fu Nanli:

My girlfriend is great. Do you want to tell me?

Wenqiao ran a circle, the God of war was very pleased, ran very fast, no kick.

Wind speed, electrical measurement, and finally stopped in front of Fu Nanli.

High spirited and bright eyed, he has an excellent girlfriend in all aspects. He feels proud, but it doesn't prevent him from being jealous.

Wenqiao turned over and got down from the horse. Song Yu stepped 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 me, and the cooperation between God of war and you is also very good."

Wenqiao shrugged: "then I'll be your substitute."

The Jockey Club was held the next day at Taipa Racecourse in Macao's Taipa reclamation area. Taipa Racecourse is one of the largest in Asia. There are more than 1000 horse racing horses in the stable. The track covers an area of 450000 square meters and can accommodate nearly 30000 spectators.

At the top are all kinds of private rooms for the rich.

The private rooms of Fu huaiyong and Fu Nanli are adjacent.

The French window in the front has a wide field of vision. With binoculars in his hand, wenjo can see the furthest stable at a glance.