Chapter 886: Is it a grandson?

Chapter 886 is a grandson
Uncle Li hurriedly returned to complete the game: "Hey, the old man told me just now that he is terrible. He admires the God of War very much. The old man has a broad heart and is not angry at all because he didn't get the first place. He said, this stadium is still young Human."
Fu Huaiyong said coldly: "Talk more."
Uncle Li smiled and said: "Yes, yes, I talk a lot, didn't you just want to know the master of the God of War? This..."
Fu Huaiyong came over with an eye knife, and Uncle Li was silent immediately.
Going on, the old man probably really wants to let him go.
Fu Nanli also added fuel to the fire: "She really has a good vision. A horse she bought from the going bankrupt racecourse, won the jockey club championship."
Wen Qiao:...
Brother, let's keep a low profile, your grandpa is about to hate me to death.
Fu Huaiyong kept a cold face, and walked out without taking Fu Nanli's words at all.
Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao followed, "Let’s have a meal tonight, grandpa."
Fu Huaiyong put on a top hat and said indifferently: "I can't eat together with you young people, I'm back to Bieyuan."
Fu Nanli's mouth bends slightly: "Send you to the car."
The rich people in the private rooms on the top floor of the racecourse all witnessed the scene of the black face of the old man leaving the racecourse.
"The old man won the championship six times in a row, and he must be very angry if he lost this time."
"Not so, I heard that the old man doesn't take this game seriously anymore."
"Because you lost?"
"Hey, it's only tens of millions. To the old man, it's all small money, worth anger?"
In the parking lot downstairs of the racetrack's auditorium, Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao watched the old man get on the car. The leaders of the racecourse lined up, watching the old man's car slowly go away.
Wen Qiao turned back to the stable behind the racecourse, and Song Yu was feeding the God of War.
Seeing Wen Qiao, Song Yu looked excited and quickly handed the trophy over: "Qiao Qiao, look at the championship trophy I'll win for you."
Wen Qiao took the trophy and kissed it gently.
Fu Nanli:...
Besides Pipa, there is one more thing to be jealous of.
"You performed too well."
Song Yu smiled: "That's the horse you chose. The explosive power of God of War is really amazing. You really picked up a little pony and came back to take it. Your eyesight is simply amazing."
Wen Qiao touched the head of the God of War. The God of War just killed the Quartet and was invincible. At this moment, he returned to the mode of obedient pony and rubbed Wen Qiao very well.
Master Fu pushed away the head of God of War.
Where to rub?
The God of War looked innocent, looked at Wen Qiao, and Wen Qiao touched his head again: "Song Yu, when will you return to Haicheng?"
"In two days, there are many excellent jockeys here, share and exchange experience with them, then I will bring back the of war."
"Row."
The Fu family has a small mansion in Bieyuan in Macau, and Fu Nanli wants to take Wen Qiao there.
Was rejected by Wen Qiao: "Your grandfather can't get off the stage, so you still take me there, didn't you intentionally stimulate him?"
She suspected that Fu Nanli was deliberate.
Fu Nanli chuckled, "Don't you think it's interesting that the old man is choked and speechless?"
Wen Qiao squinted at him: "Is it a grandson?"
The old man knows that his grandson is so skinny, and he feels dizzy?
Fu Nanli rubbed her head: "But Uncle Li said that in horse racing, the old man is a bit lonely and begging for defeat. If you win him, he can't accept it for a while. When he comes back, he should appreciate you a little. "
(End of this chapter)