Wenjo couldn't help but clap his hand: "excellent!"

Fu Nanli reached out and rubbed her head: "you are excellent."

Wenqiao put down his telescope: "young master, I'll make you a lot of money again."

Fu Nanli sat down in the sofa and held the man in his arms: "well, how can I thank you, my Lord of gold?"

"I can't remember for a moment," wenjo thought

The man whispered in her ear, and wenjo pushed him away: "not serious."

Fu Nanli took her hand and stood up: "let's go."

"Where to go?"

"Next door, my grandfather is in."

Wenqiao and Fu Nanli went to the next room together. The old man who had paid tens of millions of dollars didn't get angry. On the contrary, he raised a greater interest: "finally, there is another one who can fight."

"Invincible is how lonely" this feeling finally disappeared.

Uncle Li cautiously said, "master, are you not angry?"

Fu huaiyong said softly, "am I so unbearable? It's the competition that's interesting, isn't it? "

Uncle Li poured tea to the old man: "you are so generous, ordinary people lose the game, but you are not so happy."

"If you lose, you will lose. Go and find out who the owner of the horse is."

"Well, I'll ask the person in charge of the racecourse."

The knock on the door sounded. The man who came in surprised the old man. It was his grandson. So what he saw at the airport yesterday was Nanli. He didn't get it wrong.

It's just that there's a little tail behind it, which makes him a little unhappy.

Apparently accompanied wenjo to see Marseilles.

"Do you mind?" Fu Nanli's words made Fu huaiyong a little stunned. What's the meaning of this groundless sentence?

"What?"

Fu Nanli smile: "Wenqiao's horse took the first place, grandfather, you don't mind?"

Just ready to go out to inquire about the master of God of war, Uncle Li has a meal.

Well, there's a good show to watch.

At that moment, Fu huaiyong's expression was very wonderful. After struggling for a long time, he gave a light sneer: "you really will stick gold on her face."

Fu Nanli's face sank: "the God of war is indeed hers. She bought a horse from a horse farm that is going to close down in the countryside of Haicheng. If you don't believe it, you can check it. When you bought it, the God of war was still very thin. The jockey of 85 God of war was Wen Qiao's classmate, called..."

Wenqiao knew that he didn't remember his name, so he quickly added: "it's called Song Yu."

"Well, it's called Song Yu. It's Yang Yin."

Fu huaiyong looked at Wenqiao with complicated eyes, but his face was still not good-looking: "is it really your horse?"

Wenjo: it's mine

Fu huaiyong sneered: "so you bought this horse and participated in the race meeting just to please me."

Wenjo: You really think too much. You misunderstand me. "

He didn't give the old man a face.

Fu Nanli added: "before she came to participate in the race, she didn't know that you had also participated in the race, and that thunder thunder was your horse."

Fu huaiyong

"I don't believe it."

Wenqiao help forehead, tell the truth, how can no one believe?

The old man is not good to her, and don't expect her to say anything nice to make him happy. She knows that the more humble he is, the less he pays attention to her.

It's not a matter of speaking up. At least I'm in a good mood.

"Believe it or not, I didn't buy it for you."

"You..." Master Fu was so angry that he couldn't say a word.