Chapter 1070 Don’t Worship Me Too Much

Wen Qiao held a big piece of watermelon: "Do you want to hear the truth?"

Shen Yan stared at her and said nothing.

Wen Qiao: "It's about fifteen minutes."

At the beginning, he lost a lot to him, and he was fifteen minutes ahead of him. Even if he was nine years old, he still lost a lot.

He just stood there sulking.

He was tired and thirsty, but he didn't want to talk.

Wen Qiao picked up another piece of watermelon and handed it to him: "Would you like this iced watermelon?"

Shen Yan slapped it away with one hand and the watermelon fell on the grass, "I won't eat it."

Especially vicious.

Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "If you don't eat, you will fall down."

Do you still expect her to beg him to eat?

nonexistent.

Shen Yan didn't expect that she would stop asking after asking once.

Everyone was eating watermelon, and he was the only one standing aside. While Wen Qiao was eating, he said that it was so sweet, ice-cold, and delicious.

Every time she said a word, Shen Yan would give her a look.

Wen Qiao turned a blind eye, finished a large piece of watermelon, threw the rind into the basket, and gently touched his belly: "Where is the bathroom?"

The staff pointed it out to her, and Wen Qiao held up the straw hat on her head and walked to the bathroom.

The staff of the racecourse waited for her to leave and quickly gave Shen Yan a piece of watermelon: "Young Master, eat some quickly. The weather is too hot. You sweated a lot just now. It will be very difficult if you don't replenish some sugar and water." prone to heatstroke.”

Shen Yan wanted face not only in front of Wen Qiao, but also in front of outsiders, but he was too thirsty, and Wen Qiao was not around, so he quickly took the watermelon and took a quick bite. It was so sweet that he ate it. He was in a hurry, for fear that Wen Qiao would come out of the bathroom in the middle of the meal and catch him eating watermelon, so where would he put his face?

Fortunately, Wen Qiao spent a long time in the bathroom.

Wen Qiao had already recovered. He was leaning against the bathroom sink and playing with his mobile phone. He counted the time and went out when it was almost time.

The little guy Shen Yan failed to live up to expectations. He ate too hastily and choked on the last bite. The staff was patting him on the back.

Wen Qiao was in a dilemma, and had no choice but to walk under the big tree.

There was still watermelon juice at the corner of Shen Yan's mouth. It was true that the scene of the crime was not even cleaned.

Wen Qiao glanced at him, and Shen Yan felt relieved, but his temper was quite fierce: "What are you looking at?"

Wen Qiao narrowed his eyes: "You are my student and my defeated general, why don't you try to be more cruel?"

Shen Yan didn't dare to speak.

This woman seems to be very tough, and she probably can't beat her. All the hidden weapons he designed can't escape her notice. She can't fight openly and can only fight with wits and courage.

But it seems that Wen Qiao is not stupid. Whether it is a battle of wits or courage, he is no match for her.

Shen Yan was so angry that his teeth itched.

How could he lose?

He must find a way to drive Wen Qiao away.

It was noon and the two of them had lunch at the racecourse. A large dining table made of old elm wood was placed under a large locust tree. A group of rough men ate with Wen Qiao and Shen Yan.

Wen Qiao chatted with them about equestrianism, and then they learned that she was the owner of the No. 85 Horse God of War at the previous horse racing meeting in Haicheng. Moreover, the jockey was injured in that game, and she personally participated in the battle.

She is a Jockey Club champion.

Shen Yan almost choked on his rice ball and glanced at Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao flipped up her long hair: "You don't have to admire me too much."

Shen Yan rolled his eyes: "Whoever admires you, isn't he a horse racing champion? What's so great about it? Don't you know that arrogant soldiers will be defeated?"

Wen Qiao chuckled: "Really? I only know that the winner is king. If you lose today, you have to promise me something."