Chapter 886
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
Uncle li quickly came back to smooth things over. ah, the old man just told me that the future generations are to be feared. He really admires the God of War. The old man is broad-minded and wasnât angry at all because he didnât get first place. He said that this competition still belongs to the young.
âShut up,â Fu huaiyong said coldly.
âYes, yes, yes, Iâm being a busybody. Didnât you just say you wanted to get to know the God of Warâs master?â uncle li chuckled. This Yingluo â
Fu huaiyong shot him a sharp look, and uncle li immediately fell silent.
If he continued, the old man would probably really ask him to get lost.
Fu Nanli even added fuel to the fire. she does have good taste. She just randomly bought a horse from a horse farm thatâs about to go bankrupt. And just like that, she won the horse race.
Wen Qiao:
Brother, letâs keep a low profile. Your grandfather must hate me to death.
Fu huaiyongâs face was cold, and he didnât respond to Fu Nanliâs words at all, walking straight out.
Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao followed behind. letâs have dinner together tonight, Grandpa.
Fu huaiyong put on a top hat and said coldly, â âI canât eat with you young people. Iâm going back to the villa.â
The corners of Fu Nanliâs lips curled up slightly.
The rich men in the private rooms on the top floor of the race track had all witnessed the scene of old master Fu leaving the race track with a dark expression.
the old man has won the championship six times in a row. He must be very angry that he lost this time.
I donât think so. I heard that the old man doesnât value this competition that much anymore.
âBecause you lost money?â
sigh, itâs only tens of millions. Thatâs a small amount of money to the old man. Is there a need to be angry? â
In the parking lot below the audience seats at the race track, Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao watched as old master Fu got into the car. The group of leaders of the race track stood in a line and watched as old master Fuâs car slowly drove away.
Wen Qiao turned around and went to the stables behind the race track. Song Yu was feeding the God of War.
Seeing Wen Qiao, Song Yu was excited and quickly passed the trophy over. âQiao Qiao, look at the championship trophy Iâve won for you.â
Wen Qiao took the trophy and kissed it gently.
Fu Nanli:
Other than the lute, there was one more thing that he could be jealous of.
âYouâre too outstanding.â
Song Yu chuckled. thatâs because the horse you chose is good. The God of Warâs explosive power is really amazing. You really picked up a pony casually and itâs a Big Shot. Your taste is really good.
Wen Qiao touched the God of Warâs head. The God of War was still killing in all directions just now and was invincible. Now, he had returned to his obedient pony mode and was rubbing against Wen Qiaoâs body obediently.
The young master of the fu family pushed the God of Warâs head away.
Where are you going?
The God of Warâs eyes were especially innocent as he looked at Wen Qiao. Wen Qiao patted his head again.âSong Yu, when are you going back to Haicheng?â
in two days. There are a lot of good cavalrymen here. Iâll share my experience with them, and then Iâll bring God of War back.
âAlright,â he said.
The fu family had a small mansion in Macau, and Fu Nanli wanted to bring Wen Qiao there.
However, she was rejected by Wen Qiao. your Grandpa is in a difficult position. Yet, youâre still bringing me along. Arenât you trying to provoke him? â
She suspected that Fu Nanli was doing this on purpose.
Fu Nanli chuckled. donât you think itâs quite interesting that the old man is choked to the point of being unable to speak? â he asked.
grandson? â Wen Qiao narrowed her eyes at him. is he your biological grandson? â
If the old man knew that his grandson was so mischievous, wouldnât he faint from anger?
Fu Nanli ruffled her hair. but uncle Li said before that the old master has a tendency to be a loner when it comes to horse racing. He wonât be able to accept that youâve won against him, but when he comes back to his senses, heâll probably admire you a little.