It may be that Fu Nanli''s aura is too fierce, and the God of war is gentle and clever in front of him.


    "Nanli, do you really want this girl to be a jockey


    Fu Nanli does not interfere with Wenqiao''s interests and hobbies, and supports her to advance towards her dream.


    It''s just this time, it''s really about her safety.


    But she insisted, and he would not object too much.


    "She should have been measured."


    Although I said so, I was worried.


    Wenjo had a knight''s costume brought to her, and he helped her to put on her helmet and knee pads on her knees and elbows: "be careful. As long as you are injured once, you will never be allowed to ride again."


    Winjoton felt a little stressed, but nodded: "I promise not to get hurt."


    She turned around, took hold of the reins of the God of war and touched its head: "we work together, stand on the highest podium together, eh?"


    The God of war hissed and seemed to understand her.


    Wenqiao turned up and mounted his horse in a neat manner, with a fresh and vigorous manner. Fu Nanli always carried a heart.


    Wenqiao took the reins and turned the horse''s head. The God of war rushed out like an arrow leaving the string. The old man covered his heart and cried, "slow down, you girl has never trained, you ride so fast..."


    Fu Nanli''s heart has always been mentioned.


    He didn''t want to tie her down in the name of love.


    Wenjo, riding on horseback, was only aware of the speed of the wind and hunting wind in her ears. She enjoyed the adrenaline surge.


    Finally, after a lap, she pulled the reins, and the God of war stopped steadily in front of Fu Nanli.


    Fu Nanli''s heart was released.


    Wenqiao raised his hand to look at his watch: "two and a half minutes, and Song Yu''s speed is almost the same."


    Fu Nanli''s stiff expression eased. Wenqiao did have talent in everything, civil and military.


    His children are more and more shining in her life.


    He reached out his hand and said, "is that all right?"


    Wenjo: "I''ve got to run a few more laps to practice my feeling."


    Fu Nanli:


    When can he let go of his heart?


    Wenqiao rode several times in a row, and her speed was very stable. She had a bottom in her mind. There was no problem in entering the top three. The horse racing club was mainly about horses. Her jockey could be regarded as a icing on the cake.


    After eight laps, she finally got off her horse.


    The old man and Fu Nanli muttered: "the God of war really likes our girl. She is not so clever in front of the girl Song Yu."


    Fu Nanli:


    The object of admiration was further expanded.


    Wenqiao sweating over, the old man took out a paper towel, and Fu Nanli took it and helped her wipe the sweat.


    Wenjo''s mouth was dry: "I''m a little thirsty."


    "Get in the car. There''s a small refrigerator in the car."


    After saying goodbye to the old man, they got into the car. Wenqiao gulped down a bottle of water. The water flowed from the corner of his mouth. Fu Nanli''s eyes were dim and he took out a paper towel to help her wipe it. Wenqiao choked and coughed violently.


    Fu Nanli patted her on the back: "you can choke when you drink water. What''s the difference between you and a child?"


    Wen Qiaoshun was angry: "children can''t find boyfriends, or so handsome boyfriends."


    After all, he was worried, and wenjo wanted to say something nice to make him happy.


    Fu Dashao was really happy, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.