Chapter 299: The world of two people at the racecourse

Chapter 299 The world of two people in the racecourse

On Sunday morning, Murong Qiao was the first to arrive at the racecourse.

This is also her first time here, and Murong Qiao measured the entire racecourse with her feet.

Judging from the architectural structure of the racecourse, the style is more retro. Although it is a recreational place for the rich, it was built according to the standards of the international arena when it was built, covering an area of ​​nearly 40 hectares.

Four sets of tracks with curves, and more than 20 separate training grounds, enough to accommodate more than 100 racehorses, which is the envy of professional players.

"Huh—" Murong Qiao wiped the slight sweat from his forehead.

She felt hot just by going around.

Murong Qiao's cheeks were peachy, like the tenderest petals of flowers on a branch in spring, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised with a bright smile, followed by her open eyebrows and eyes, and her rarely tied high pony followed her movements Swirling in the air, drawing a clean arc.

She just stood there and didn't do anything, she just turned her face sideways, and the remaining twilight of the morning sun made her look unbelievably beautiful, softening the beauty between her eyebrows and eyes, like an oil painting with bright colors, which makes people unable to move away. open your eyes.

Huo Yichen, who had just entered from the entrance, saw such a scene.

He looked at Murong Qiao without saying a word for a long while, but his eyes were fixed on her every move, amazement flashed across his dark eyes, and his heart trembled accordingly.

Huo Yichen only felt that Murong Qiao was like a piece of pure white paper, and he wrote the pen, wanting to dye it with his own ink color.

"Huh? When did you come?" It was Murong Qiao who discovered Huo Yichen's existence later.

Huo Yichen was called back to his senses by her, and then coughed lightly, pretending to be calm, and walked to Murong Qiao's side.

He handed the small pastries he brought to Murong Qiao, "It's not long since I came here."

Huo Yichen said something casually, but he didn't know how long he had been looking at Murong Qiao just now.

"You look beautiful today." He praised.

Murong Qiao's attention was on the pastry in his hand, and when he heard Huo Yichen's voice, he subconsciously responded, and it took a few seconds before he realized that he was praising himself just now.

Suddenly boasted, which made her feel embarrassed.

Murong Qiao concealedly opened the bag, squeezed out a piece of flower cake from inside, but instead of eating it for herself, she stuffed it into Huo Yichen's mouth.

She stuffed it a little anxiously, "Try it!"

Huo Yichen was amused by her appearance, and ate the flower cake as she wished.

The sweetness mixed with the floral fragrance gives the taste buds an ultimate experience, but the main source of this deliciousness should be the person who fed it to him.

At this moment, the morning has passed, the sun has just risen from the east, and it is not yet particularly hot.

Murong Qiao pulled Huo Yichen to the side, and there was a semi-open resting place not far away.

"Sit." She patted the seat beside her.

It was originally the best place to watch the game, but now it is occupied by Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen. Looking down from here, you can see the wonderful scenery at a glance.

Huo Yichen sat next to Murong Qiao as he said, but there was nowhere to put his long legs, so he had no choice but to move his legs out and lean them on the chairs in front of him.

"You seem to know how to ride a horse." Murong Qiao started the topic.

The last time I went to Cheng's house, Huo Yichen led her to manage the situation when the fierce horse got out of control. That time also left a deep impression on Murong Qiao.

"After arriving at Huo's house, I learned a little bit." Huo Yichen said concisely. "Not proficient."

Since the end of high school, he was taken back to the Huo family, and he has been immersed in the so-called necessary courses for the upper class.

Equestrianism is just one of them. In order to train him into a basically qualified heir, Huo Hong showed no mercy to him.

Seeing that he didn't mention it much, Murong Qiao didn't ask any more questions.

Her toes wobbled dishonestly, and kept looking at Huo Yichen's eyes.

Murong Qiao leaned over and unbridledly put his weight on Huo Yichen's body. He was in a very good mood at the moment.

When she thought of something, she said, "I'm going to go home in two days, maybe I won't be able to stay with you."

It is Murong Qiao's normal state to go home every once in a while, but this time she said she was a little worried because Huo Yichen had a car accident not long ago.

Although Huo Xiuyuan was taught a lesson, Murong Qiao always felt a little worried that he was not dead.

"It just so happens that I have something to do." Huo Yichen took advantage of the situation and said his own arrangement.

He stretched out his hand to wrap Murong Qiao's slightly cold palm, "I want to go back to Huo's house."

Huo Yichen didn't intend to hide the car accident, so Huo Hong soon found out.

So he called before Huo Yichen arrived at the racecourse.

"Go back to Huo's house immediately."

Huo Hong's words always seemed like orders, making people uncomfortable.

If the third person heard Huo Hong's tone of voice to Huo Yichen, they might all wonder if they were father and son.

However, this also has something to do with Huo Yichen's failure to report the current situation to him recently.

The car accident was only known to him by the people sent by Huo Hong to watch over Huo Yichen.

"I'll go back tomorrow." This was Huo Yichen's answer.

When he answered the phone, Huo Yichen was already standing outside the racecourse, so he opened his mouth to move the time back one day.

Huo Yichen's disobedient reaction made Huo Hong unhappy, but in the end he hung up the phone without saying anything.

It was not a pleasant memory, Huo Yichen thought about it for a while and then threw it behind him.

He had enough rest now, and stood up from his seat.

Huo Yichen did not forget the purpose of coming here. "Going to choose a horse for a walk?"

He raised his eyebrows when he spoke, and a strand of untied hair fell from the corner of his forehead, making Huo Yichen a little more unruly and idle, breaking his usual indifference to the outside world.

Murong Qiao raised his head to look at him, and his eyes traced down from his cold and sparse facial features. Huo Yichen wore a loose sweater and jeans today. The combination of light blue and white made Murong Qiao, who was looking at him, suddenly feel like he was dreaming back to high school.

But at that time, Huo Yichen would only treat her indifferently and fiercely, unlike now, he turned all the tenderness into the only one for her.

Murong Qiao looked at the palm he handed to her, and reached out to take it.

"Let's go!"

Murong Qiao stood up with Huo Yichen's strength, and walked with him in the direction of the horse, without even noticing that there were two people standing on the other side not far from them.

These two people are Leng Yan and Yang Xin who just arrived at the racecourse.

They came in along the entrance and wanted to find Murong Qiao, but they saw her sitting with Huo Yichen and talking happily.

"We... why don't we bother?" Yang Xin hesitated.

No matter how you look at it, the world of the two is sweet, and I always feel that the two of them used to be inappropriate.

Leng Yan nodded with deep sympathy, "I remember that the place where I came in just now was guided by the staff."

Horseback riding can be learned without rushing, but it is not good to disturb people's relationship.

But seeing the figures of the two people close together gradually drifting away, Yang Xin still didn't hold back his eager hands, and took out his mobile phone to secretly take a photo of the two people's backs.

In the photo, Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen are inseparable. Murong Qiao held Huo Yichen's arm and talked to him with a sideways face, with a smile on the end of his eyes.

And Huo Yichen's eyes, which are usually not warm, seem to be softer than usual because of Murong Qiao's presence.