Chapter 886 Is He His Grandson?

Uncle Li hurriedly came back to smooth things over: "Hey, the old man told me just now that young people are awesome. He admires the God of War very much. The old man is broad-minded and is not angry at all because he didn't win first place. He said that this competition still belongs to young people. Human.”

Fu Huaiyong said coldly: "Talk too much."

Uncle Li smiled and said: "Yes, yes, I am too talkative. Didn't you just want to get to know the owner of the God of War? This..."

Fu Huaiyong came over with a strike, and Uncle Li immediately fell silent.

If he keeps talking, the old man probably really wants him to get out.

Fu Nanli also added fuel to the fire: "She does have good vision. She just bought a horse from a horse farm that was about to go bankrupt and won the Jockey Club championship."

Wen Qiao:......

Brother, let's keep a low profile. Your grandpa almost hates me.

Fu Huaiyong had a cold face and walked directly out without answering Fu Nanli's words.

Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao followed, "Let's have dinner together tonight, grandpa."

Fu Huaiyong put on a top hat and said indifferently: "You young people and I can't eat together, so I will go back to Bieyuan."

Fu Nanli's lips curved slightly: "Send you to the car."

The wealthy people in the private rooms on the top floor of the racecourse all witnessed the scene of Mr. Fu leaving the racecourse with a black face.

"The old man has won the championship six times in a row. He must be very angry if he loses this time."

"That's not the case. I heard that the old man doesn't value this game that much anymore."

"Because you lost money?"

"Hey, it's only tens of millions. To the old man, it's just small amounts of money. Should he be angry?"

In the parking lot below the auditorium of the racecourse, Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao watched the old man get into the car. The leaders of the racecourse lined up and watched the old man's car slowly drive away.

Wen Qiao went back to the stable behind the racecourse, where Song Yu was feeding the God of War.

Seeing Wen Qiao, Song Yu looked excited and quickly handed over the trophy: "Qiao Qiao, look at the championship trophy I won 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 did so well."

Song Yu chuckled: "That's because you chose a good horse. The God of War's explosive power is really amazing. You just randomly picked up a little pony and came back to take it. Your vision is incredible."

Wen Qiao touched the head of the God of War. Just now, the God of War was killing everyone in all directions and was invincible. Now he has returned to the mode of an obedient little pony, and he rubs against Wen Qiao obediently.

Mr. Fu pushed the God of War's head away.

Where to rub it?

The God of War looked at Wen Qiao with innocent eyes, and Wen Qiao touched its head again: "Song Yu, when will you return to Haicheng?"

"In two days, there are many excellent jockeys here. Share and exchange experiences with them. Then I will bring the God of War back."

"OK."

The Fu family has a small mansion in Macau, and Fu Nanli wants to take Wen Qiao there.

Wen Qiao rejected him: "Your grandfather can't come to the stage, but you still take me there. Aren't you trying to provoke him?"

She suspected that Fu Nanli did it on purpose.

Fu Nanli chuckled: "Don't you think it's quite interesting that the old man was choked to the point of being speechless?"

Wen Qiao squinted at him: "Is he his grandson?"

The old man knows that his grandson is so naughty, why is he so angry?

Fu Nanli rubbed her head: "But Uncle Li said that the old man is a bit lonely when it comes to horse racing. If you beat him, he can't accept it for a while. When he comes to his senses, he will appreciate you a little. "