Chapter 885: Didn't give the old man face

Chapter 885 Does not give face to the old man
Wen Qiao couldn't help but slap his hands: "Excellent!"
Fu Nanli stretched out her hand and rubbed her head: "You are outstanding."
Wen Qiao put down the binoculars: "Master, I'll take you to make a lot of money again."
Fu Nanli sat on the sofa and held the person in his arms: "Well, how can I thank you, my benefactor?"
Wen Qiao thought hard: "Can't remember it for a while."
The man whispered in her ear, and Wen Qiao pushed him away: "Not serious."
Fu Nanli took her hand and stood up: "Let's go."
"Where to go?"
"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 lost tens of millions was not annoyed. Instead, he became more interested: "Finally, there is one who can fight."
The feeling of ‘how lonely is invincibility’ finally disappeared.
Uncle Li cautiously said: "Master, are you not angry?"
Fu Huaiyong said softly, "Am I someone who can't afford to lose? The competition is interesting only if there are competitors like this, right?"
Uncle Li poured tea to the old man: "You are really generous, old man. Most people lose the game but you are not as happy as you."
"If you lose, you lose. Go and find out who the owner of this horse is."
"Well, I'm going to ask the person in charge of the racecourse."
There was a knock on the door, and the person who came in surprised the old man. It turned out to be his grandson. So what I saw at the airport yesterday was indeed Nan Li. He was right.
It was just that there was a small tail behind, which made him a little unhappy.
Obviously he came to see Marseille with Wenqiao.
"Don't you mind?" Fu Nanli's words caused Fu Huaiyong to be slightly taken aback. What does this unprovoked sentence mean?
"what?"
Fu Nanli smiled: "Wen Qiao's horse took the first place, grandpa, do you mind?"
Uncle Li, who was just about to go out to inquire about the footsteps of God of War master.
Huh, there is a good show.
At that moment, Fu Huaiyong's expression was quite wonderful. After struggling for a while, he snorted, "You really can put gold on her face."
Fu Nanli's face sank: "The God of War is indeed hers. It was a horse she bought at a horse farm that was about to fail in the countryside of Haicheng. If you don't believe it, you can check it out. When you bought it, God of War was still very thin. The jockey of God of War No. 85 is Wen Qiao’s classmate, called..."
Wen Qiao knew that he didn't remember his name, so he quickly added: "It's Song Yu."
"Well, it's Song Yu, Yangyin's."
Fu Huaiyong looked at Wen Qiao with complicated eyes, his face still ugly: "Really your horse?"
Wen Qiao: "It's really mine."
Fu Huaiyong snorted, "So you bought this horse to please me, and then you participated in the race."
Wen Qiao: "...You really think too much, you misunderstood."
Did not show mercy to the old man.
Fu Nanli added: "Before she came to participate in the race, she didn't know that you also participated in the race, let alone that Jinglei was your horse."
Fu Huaiyong:...
"I do not believe."
Wen Qiao helped his forehead, how come no one believed the truth?
The old man treated her badly, and don't expect her to say anything good to make him happy. She knew that the more he murmured, the less he would put her in his eyes.
It's not that I have something to say, at least I feel happy.
"Believe it or not, I didn't buy the horse for you."
"You..." Mr. Fu choked with anger, unable to say a word.
Father: I don't want face! !
Is it a torture of the old man?
May I ask for a monthly pass?
(End of this chapter)