Chapter 886

Uncle Li quickly turned back to play the game: "ah, just now the old man told me that the future is daunting. He appreciates the God of war. He is broad-minded, and he is not angry because he didn't take the first place. He said that this arena belongs to young people."

Fu huaiyong said in a cold voice: "more mouth."

Uncle Li said with a smile: "yes, yes, I am talkative. Didn't you want to know the master of the God of war just now? This... "

Fu huaiyong records an eye knife to come over, Uncle Li is silent immediately.

Besides, the old man is probably going to let him go.

Fu Nanli also added fuel to the fire: "her eyes are really good. A horse bought at random from a horse farm that is going to go bankrupt won the championship of the Jockey Club."

Wenjo

Brother, let's keep a low profile. Your grandfather is going to hate me.

Fu huaiyong, with a cold face, did not answer Fu Nanli's words at all, and went out directly.

Fu Nanli and Wenqiao followed, "let's have dinner in the evening, grandfather."

Fu huaiyong wore a top hat and said coldly, "I can't eat with you young people. I'm back in the garden."

Fu Nanli's mouth slightly curved: "see you off."

The rich people in the private rooms on the top floor of the racecourse all witnessed the picture of the old man of the Fu family leaving the race course with a black face.

"The old man has won the championship for six times. He must be very angry if he loses this time."

"No, I heard the old man didn't think much of the game any more."

"Because of losing money?"

"Hey, it's only tens of millions. To the old man, it's all small money. It's worth being angry?"

In the parking lot below the auditorium of the racecourse, Fu Nanli and Wenqiao watched the old man get on the bus. The leaders of the racetrack lined up to see the old man's car go away slowly.

Wenqiao went back to the stable behind the racecourse. Song Yu was feeding the God of war.

See Wenqiao, Song Yu a face excited, quickly sent the cup to the past: "Qiao Qiao, look at me to win the championship trophy for you."

Wenjo took the trophy and gave it a kiss.

Fu Nanli:

Besides pipa, there is another thing that can be envied.

"You've done so well."

Song Yu said with a smile: "that's the horse you chose. The God of war's explosive power is really amazing. You picked up a colt casually and came back to be a big one. You have such an eye."

Wenqiao touched the head of the God of war. The God of war had just killed all directions and was invincible. Now he has returned to the mode of obedient colts, especially skilfully rubbing against Wenqiao.

Master Fu opened the head of the God of war.

Where are you going?

The God of war looked innocent and looked at Wenqiao. Wenqiao touched his head again: "Song Yu, when will you return to Haicheng?"

"In a couple of days, there are many excellent jockeys here. Share and exchange experiences with them, and then I will bring the God of war back."

"Yes."

The Fu family has a small residence in Macao. Fu Nanli wants to take Wenqiao there.

Wenqiao refused: "your grandfather can not come down, you still take me to stimulate him?"

She suspected that he was intentional.

Fu Nanli chuckled: "don't you think it's interesting that the old man is choking and unable to speak?"

Wenqiao squinted at him: "is it a grandson?"

The old man knew his grandson was so skinny that he couldn't be angry?

Fu Nanli rubbed her head: "but Uncle Li said that the old man was a bit of a lone wolf in horse racing. If you win him, he can't accept it. When he comes back to his senses, he will appreciate you a little."