Wen Qiao couldn't help but clap her hands!
Fu Nanli reached out and stroked her head. "You're the outstanding one."
Wen Qiao put down her telescope.
Fu Nanli sat down on the sofa and held her in his arms. "Well, how should I thank you, my sugar daddy?"
"I can't recall it at the moment," Wen Qiao replied, racking her brains.
The man whispered into her ear, and Wen Qiao pushed him away. "You're not serious."
Fu Nanli pulled her hand and stood up. "Let's go," he said.
"Where to?"
"My grandfather is in the private room next door."
Wen Qiao and Fu Nanli went to the private room next door. The old man, who had just paid a few tens of millions in compensation, wasn't angry at all. On the contrary, he was even more interested."At least there's someone who can fight."
The feeling of 'invincibility is so lonely' was finally gone.
"Aren't you angry, old master?" uncle li asked carefully.
Fu huaiyong chuckled,'am I such a sore loser? With such competitors, the competition is more interesting, isn't it?"
Uncle li poured a cup of tea for the old man. you're so generous, old man. Most people don't look as happy when they lose a competition.
"If you lose, then you lose. Go and find out who the owner of this horse is."
"Alright, I'll go ask the person in charge of the race track."
There was a knock on the door, and the person who came in surprised the old master. It was his grandson, so the person he saw at the airport yesterday was indeed Nan Li. He was not mistaken.
It was just that there was a little tail behind him, which made him a little unhappy.
Clearly, he was accompanying Wen Qiao to watch the Marseille match.
"You don't mind, right?" Fu Nanli's words caused Fu huaiyong to be slightly taken aback. What did he mean by those words that came out of nowhere?
"What?"
Fu Nanli smiled. Wen Qiao's horse won first place. Grandpa, you don't mind, do you? "
Uncle li, who was about to go out and find out more about the master of the God of War, stopped in his tracks.
Hmph, there's going to be a good show.
At that moment, Fu huaiyong's expression was rather interesting. After struggling for a while, he sneered, " "You're really good at putting gold on her face,"
Fu Nanli's expression darkened. the God of War does belong to her. She bought a horse from a Ranch in the countryside of Haicheng that's on the verge of closing down. If you don't believe me, you can check it out. When she bought it, the God of War was still very thin. The rider of the God of War No. 85 is Wen Qiao's classmate, his name is ran ran.
Wen Qiao knew that he didn't remember her name, so she hurriedly added, " "She's called Song Yu."
"Yes, she's called Song Yu, from central sound."
Fu huaiyong looked at Wen Qiao with a complicated gaze, his expression still unsightly. "It's really your horse?"
"It's indeed mine," replied Wen Qiao.
"So you bought this horse and participated in this horse race to please me?" Fu huaiyong scoffed.
"Ran ran, you're thinking too much. You've misunderstood," said Wen Qiao.
He didn't show any mercy to the old master.
before she came to participate in the race, " Fu Nanli added, " she didn't know that you were also participating in this horse race, nor did she know that Thunder was your horse.
Fu huaiyong:
"I don't believe you."
Wen Qiao facepalmed. Why didn't anyone believe her when she was telling the truth?
The old master did not treat her well, so she should not expect her to say anything nice to make him happy. She knew that the more she lowered her voice, the less he would respect her.
It wasn't that he wanted to be direct, but at least he was in a good mood.
"Believe it or not, I didn't buy the horse for you."
you!!! Grandpa Fu was so angry that he couldn't say a word.