Chapter 190

A black Santana passed through the aisle between the two horse farms and stopped in the parking lot.

As soon as Liu Yuerong came over with her horse, she saw her boyfriend staring straight in one direction.

She followed her eyes.

At this time, the sun was strong, and a girl in white stooped down from the car. She was as beautiful and holy as an immortal.

The girl's body is slender and tall, and only a silhouette from afar is an indescribable tenderness and elegance.

The girl reached out and brushed her skirt. With a simple action, she made the utmost elegance and nobility.

Then he turned around and left under the respectful guidance of the waiter.

Until his back disappeared, Peng Xie still couldn't return to God.

Liu Yuerong felt a trace of jealousy at the bottom of her eyes, raised her hand and waved in front of Peng Jie: "is it good-looking?"

"Nice..." Realizing that he had said something wrong, Peng Jie quickly changed his words: "it's not good-looking. Where can you be good-looking?"

Liu Yuerong snorted, "don't lie to me. You looked straight in your eyes just now."

"I was..." The man's eyes turned: "I was dazzled by the wind and sand. No one in the world looks as good as my Rongrong. Don't be angry. I'll teach you to ride a horse..."

Peng Jiejia's capital chain is broken and he urgently needs to get through the crisis with Liu Yuerong's marriage. Now even if Tianxian stands in front of him, he has to coax the aunt.

Fortunately, Liu Yuerong's aunt wanted to die for a small security guard some time ago, but she was angry with Liu's elders. She was afraid that Liu Yuerong would learn from her aunt, so she tried to match her up with Peng Jie. Compared with the small security guard, Peng Jie's conditions were much better. The key was that she was handsome. A little plan made Liu Yuerong die hard for him.

Liu Yuerong was pretty on her face. She thought of the white figure in her mind, but she was jealous of the sour water.

It's death to seduce her boyfriend.

Liu Yuerong whipped on the horse's belly. The horse jumped out immediately. Liu Yuerong laughed.

Behind him, Peng Jie hurriedly rode to keep up: "Rongrong, slow down..."

Mingjing changed his riding clothes and went out to the dressing room. Zhao Zhen was standing in front of the mirror and combed his horse's tail. She saw the figure of Mingjing reflected in the mirror and picked her eyebrow: "people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. They wear white every day. I don't know. I thought you were running for funeral. You can only see you wearing other colors in the racecourse."

Mingjing wears a red riding suit and boots. She has a slender and sassy figure, which makes her face bright and beautiful. She is like a blooming manzhushahua, swaying the tea blossoms to the extreme.

But the eyes and eyebrows are so gentle and compassionate. The two extreme beauties are mixed together, which makes her full of a mysterious feeling. The more people want to find out, the more fascinated they are.

Knowing that it is a broken abyss, he still makes a desperate decision.

Zhao Zhen looked at the mirror's indifferent face and was stunned.

Mingjing is the most terrible person. Because she is beautiful and doesn't know herself, she doesn't know her frown, smile and every move. It is the most deadly weapon. Killing is invisible.

If in ancient times, this was the demon imperial concubine who brought disaster to the country and the people. What did she want? Men from all over the world held it in front of her one after another. When she frowned, there would be countless men playing with princes in the war, just fighting for the beauty to smile.

She thought of Xie Jue's words and was sulky for two days. At this moment, she seemed to be relieved when she saw the mirror.

The mirror is beautiful everywhere, but it can't compare with her at one point.

Zhao Zhen specially straightened her chest, raised her figure, hot and eye-catching.

She glanced at the front chest of the eyeglass and looked flat

Zhao Zhen hummed the white clothes of Qu Feitai and asked, "it's true that you fell in love with Qu Feitai on the Internet?"

It has been pressed by a force and didn't explode completely, but basically everything outside the inner circle should know.

The hammer in the love letter music restaurant is really tamped.

Zhao Zhen surfs microblog every day. As one of the parties, she wants to jump out and break the news, which makes her almost suffocate her internal injury.

The mirror loosely pulls up the long hair with a red silk, and a wisp of playful hair falls down the sideburns, showing a bit of gentleness.

"False."

Zhao Zhen choked: "did you spend money on hot search, or it would have burst."

Mingjing shook his head: "it's not me."

Zhao Zhen's eyes turned and said, "is it a Qu Feitai? It's impossible. He obviously likes you. It's estimated that he can't get it."

"If it's really a qufeitai, I think I'm wrong. I dare not admit it. Career is more important than emotion. Such a man should throw it away." Zhao Zhen clapped the mirror on the shoulder.

"Let you down. We're just friends."

"Tut Tut, do you really don't understand or pretend not to understand? You're so smart. I don't believe you can't see. How many people want to fall in love with Qu Feitai. There's no shop in this village. Then you'll realize the taste of being jealous by women all over the world. This is what every woman dreams of."

Mingjing was too lazy to talk to her and turned to go. Zhao Zhen hurriedly called her.

"Are you su Yan?"

This skin is also very good. It can be broken by blowing and has no defects.

"Yes."

"Don't move." Zhao Zhen quickly finds out a lipstick from her makeup bag and wants to apply it to the mirror.

Mingjing frowned and stepped back: "what are you doing?"

"Women still have to apply some lipstick to look good. If you don't let me apply it, I'll immediately go online to disclose that you are in love with Qu Feitai. I have a hammer in my hand."

With Mingjing's Kung Fu, Zhao Zhen has quickly painted Mingjing with lipstick.

He stepped back and nodded with satisfaction: "sure enough, aunt color is the best for you."

Lipstick is like a finishing touch. A national ink landscape is lit with a red sun. In an instant, the clouds are clear and irresistible.

Mingjing turned and left. Zhao Zhen immediately followed up and asked tentatively, "you don't like Qu Feitai. Do you already have a sweetheart?"

She has been paying close attention to the expression change of the mirror. The lip corner of the mirror is slightly hooked. She turns her head and glances at her, "what do you want to say?"

Those eyes seemed to see through all her small movements. Zhao Zhen was a little flustered and hurriedly laughed: "just ask."

"I have no sweetheart."

Zhao Zhen is well aware of Mingjing's behavior. What he says must be a promise.

Zhao Zhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief at the bottom of her heart. That's good. If it's a hot shaving pick, there's still a chance.

Since the mirror conquered the strong wind last time, the strong wind will no longer be touched by others, even the horse trainer.

Han Cheng was kicked into the hospital by the strong wind last time because he didn't believe in this evil. I heard that he broke two ribs.

Mingjing walked into the stable. The originally irritable wind smelled the smell from Mingjing. In an instant, he raised his front hooves and hissed loudly. Anyone can hear the joy in the hissing.

Yang Shuai said: "the strong wind is very spiritual. No one will touch Miss Zhu when she is away. She is listless every day. It's amazing that Miss Zhu will jump around immediately when she comes."

Mingjing went over and touched the horse's back. The strong wind was close to the mirror's chest, and it looked very gentle. Yang Shuai was surprised. Who could have thought that it was a strong horse that kicked the best horse trainer into the hospital.

"Have you been waiting for me?" The mirror asked softly.

The hot air from the nose of the strong wind seems to be responding.

Mingjing smiled, turned over, sat down on the horse, bent down and gently patted the side face of the strong wind, straightened up, reined in a stiff horse, and raised the horse's hoofs with a deafening neighing.

The girl sat on the horseback, her back straight, and her cold eyes suddenly became as sharp as a sword.

Just listen to a Jiao drink, like a broken arrow, pierce the eardrum and pierce the heart.

"Strong wind, let's go."

The strong wind leaped forward, and the vigorous posture easily crossed the fence of the stable. In an instant, it was like a bird out of the cage, flying freely in the sky. The strong horse returned to Pingchuan and galloped freely, and became a small black spot in the blink of an eye.

"Drive..." It was another Jiao drink. Yang Shuai turned his head and Zhao Zhen shouted, "wait for me." He rode his horse to catch up.

The sun is hot and the sky is clear, and the autumn wind is cool.

Yang Shuai sighed: "complacent, horseshoe disease..."

These two beautiful ladies gallop freely on the racecourse. They are even more dazzling and elegant.

In particular, Miss Zhu is really unable to describe her charm in words.

Outside the racecourse, he was born in white and did not eat fireworks.

On the horse's back, the red riding clothes were as fierce as fire, and the fiercest horse was obedient to her and willing to surrender.

How can God create such a gorgeous woman with his skillful hands?