Chapter 885: Not Giving the Old Man Face

Wen Qiao couldn't help but clapped his hands: "Excellent!"

Fu Nanli reached out and rubbed her head: "It's you who is outstanding."

Wen Qiao put down the telescope: "Master, I have helped you make a lot of money again."

Fu Nanli sat on the sofa and held him in his arms: "Well, how should I thank you, my sponsor?"

Wen Qiao thought hard: "I can't remember it at the moment."

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 grandpa is in the private room next door."

Wen Qiao and Fu Nanli went to the private room next door together. The old man who had lost tens of millions was not angry, but became more interested: "Finally there is someone who can fight."

The feeling of "how lonely it is to be invincible" is finally gone.

Uncle Li said cautiously: "Old man, aren't you angry?"

Fu Huaiyong chuckled: "Am I such a person who can't afford to lose? With such competitors, the competition is interesting, isn't it?"

Uncle Li poured tea for the old man: "Old man, you are so generous. Most people are not as happy as you when they lose a game."

"If you lose, you lose. Go find out who the owner of this horse is."

"Okay, I'll go ask the person in charge of the racecourse."

There was a knock on the door, and the old man was a little surprised that the person who came in was his grandson, so the one he saw at the airport yesterday was indeed Nan Li, and he was right.

But there was a little tail following behind, which made him a little unhappy.

Apparently he came with Wen Qiao to see Marseille.

"You don't mind, do you?" Fu Nanli's words made Fu Huaiyong slightly stunned. What does this unreasonable sentence mean?

"What?"

Fu Nanli smiled: "Wen Qiao's horse won first place, grandpa, you don't mind, right?"

Uncle Li, who was just about to go out to find out about the owner of the God of War, paused.

Uh-huh, there's something good to watch.

At that moment, Fu Huaiyong's expression was quite exciting. After struggling for a while, he sneered: "You are really going to put gold on her face."

Fu Nanli's face darkened: "The God of War is indeed hers. She bought a horse from a horse farm in the countryside of Haicheng that is about to close down. If you don't believe it, you can check it out. When I bought it, the God of War was still very thin. The jockey of No. 85 God of War is Wen Qiao’s classmate, named..."

Wen Qiao knew that he didn't remember his name, so he quickly added: "My name is Song Yu."

"Well, her name is Song Yu, Yang Yin."

Fu Huaiyong looked at Wen Qiao with complicated eyes, but his expression was still ugly: "Is it really your horse?"

Wen Qiao: "It's indeed mine."

Fu Huaiyong sneered: "So you bought this horse and participated in this horse race just to please me."

Wen Qiao: "...You really think too much. You misunderstood."

No mercy for the old man.

Fu Nanli added: "Before she came to participate in the competition, she didn't know that you also participated in this horse racing meeting, let alone that Jing Lei was your horse."

Fu Huaiyong:......

"I do not believe."

Wen Qiao held his forehead, why didn't anyone believe him if he told the truth?

If the old man treats her badly, don't expect her to say anything nice to make him happy. She knows that the more she talks down to her, the less he will take her seriously.

Not that he had anything to say directly, but at least he was in a happy mood.

"Believe it or not, I didn't buy the horse just for you."

"You..." Mr. Fu was so angry that he couldn't say a word.

Old man: I don’t want to lose face! !

Does this count as abusing the old man?

Can I ask for a monthly pass?