Chapter 888: Not angry

Chapter 888 is not angry
"It seems that someone made a video call, and the old man answered, let me see..."
Uncle Li cautiously walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, clutching his phone and whispered: "Qiu Ya called."
Fu Nanli sighed, this woman really persevered to please grandpa.
"Understood, I'll hang up first if there is nothing wrong."
Here Fu Huaiyong connected Qiu Ya's video call, Qiu Ya eagerly said: "Grandpa Fu, I heard that you went to watch the horse racing, how about it? Your thunder must have won the championship again, right?"
Uncle Li happened to come in, and heard Qiu Ya's words, his heart shook. Isn't this a pot that doesn't open and which pot to lift?
I thought the old man would be angry, but he didn't expect Fu Huaiyong to just smile: "Jing Lei didn't hold the first place, he took the second."
Qiu Ya was taken aback for a moment. The original compliment came to her lips. The old man won six times in a row. This thunder is also the best racehorse he can play. He is sure to win the championship. Who would have thought that the old man's horse would stray from the front. , Miss the champion?
But it was only for a while, and she quickly came back to her senses: "Sai Weng loses his horse and knows no good fortune, maybe Grandpa Fu will have something good waiting for you in other aspects."
Fu Huaiyong said cheerfully: "Nothing, you don't need to comfort me, you just lost a game, it's not something worthy of your heart."
Qiu Ya praised: "Grandpa Fu is really broad-minded, regardless of gains or losses."
After a good compliment, she browsed the news about the jockey club on the Internet and found out that the news about the grandfather's loss of the championship had already come out.
She was careless and called without checking.
In case the old man is in a bad mood because of losing the game, her behavior just now was completely hitting the gun.
Fortunately, the old man didn't care about her.
Looking at the news of the championship again, it is the first time to participate in a race of this scale, a horse whose name is unknown before the competition, called God of War.
I wanted to check the owner of this horse and found that there was no such information on the Internet.
Only the information of the jockey, the jockey named Song Yu, has a very detailed introduction.
Song Yu, 21 years old, a native of Haicheng, a sophomore at the Central Conservatory of Music, majoring in piano.
Qiu Ya's eyes gleamed, Yang Yin's?
Wen Qiao is also Yang Yin.
She hesitated and called her friend Xu Ying to consult, "Do you know Wen Qiao from your school?"
"Wen Qiao is a celebrity, who doesn't know her? The first person to promote the development of folk music."
The tone is a little sour.
She is a piano teacher. In the past, Western music had an absolute dominant position in Central Music, and the piano has become the most important subject.
And now, because of Wen Qiao, the superiority of her position is not as good as before.
Of course she was not very happy.
"What about Song Yu? Do you recognize it?"
"Song Yu is my student and learns the piano. What's wrong?"
"Song Yu and Wen Qiao... know each other?"
"When it comes to this, I get angry. When the folk music wasn't taken seriously, Song Yu couldn't wait to enter Wen Qiao's folk music club."
Qiu Ya's heart trembled. Could this horse be Wen Qiao's horse?
I should think too much. If Wen Qiao's horse won the old man, the old man shouldn't have the reaction just now, he must be angry.
But Xu Ying over there said: "The school group sent a message that Wen Qiao's horse race won the championship and won a lot of money."
(End of this chapter)