Chapter 888
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
it seems like someone video-called and the old man picked it up. Let me see, Yingluo.
Uncle li carefully walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, covered his phone, and whispered, â âItâs Qiu ya.â
Fu Nanli let out a soft tsk. This woman was really persistent in currying favor with her grandfather.
âI know. If thereâs nothing else, Iâll hang up first.â
Fu huaiyong picked up Qiu yaâs video call. Qiu ya said enthusiastically, â âGrandpa Fu, I heard you went to watch the horse race. How was it? Your âshocking Thunderâ must have won the championship again, right?â
Uncle li happened to come in and heard Qiu yaâs words. His heart skipped a beat. Wasnât she just mentioning something that she didnât like?
She thought that old master Fu would be angry, but Fu huaiyong only smiled. âThunder didnât get first place, he got second place.â
Qiu ya was stunned for a moment. She was about to compliment him. The old man had won the title six times in a row, and this timeâs Thunder was his best horse race. He was almost sure to win the championship. Who would have thought that the old manâs horse would lose the championship?
However, she was only stunned for a moment. She quickly regained her senses and said, â itâs a blessing in disguise. Maybe Grandpa Fu has something good waiting for you in other ways.
Fu huaiyong chuckled. itâs nothing. You donât have to console me. I just lost a match. Itâs nothing worth taking to heart.
Grandpa Fu is so broad-minded, â Qiu ya praised. he doesnât care about gains or losses.
After a round of compliments, she browsed the news about the horse race online and found that the news about the old manâs loss of the championship had long been out.
She had been careless and made the call without checking.
If the old man was in a bad mood because of losing the game, her actions just now would be like walking right into the muzzle of a gun.
Fortunately, the old master did not hold it against her.
Looking at the news of the champion, it was an unknown horse called God of War. It was the first time it had participated in a competition of this scale.
He wanted to check on the owner of the horse, but there was no information about it on the internet.
There was only the riderâs information. The riderâs name was Song Yu, and there was a very detailed introduction.
Song Yu, 21 years old, from Haicheng, country Z, a second-year student at the central Academy of Music, majoring in piano.
Qiu yaâs eyes narrowed. Central Conservatory of Music?
Wen Qiao was also from Central Conservatory of Music.
She hesitated for a moment, then called her friend Xu Ying to ask, â do you know Wen Qiao from your school? â
âWen Qiao is a famous person, who wouldnât know her? The first person to promote the development of folk music.â
His tone was a little sour.
She was a piano teacher. In the past, Western music had an absolute dominant position in Central Conservatory of Music, and piano was the most important subject.
But now, because of Wen Qiao, her status was no longer as superior as before.
Of course, she was not happy.
âWhat about Song Yu? Do you recognize it?â
âSong Yu is my student. She studies piano. Whatâs wrong?â
âDo Song Yu and Wen Qiao and ran ran know each other?â
Iâm angry just talking about this. Back then, when folk music was not valued, Song Yu couldnât wait to join Wen Qiaoâs Folk Music Club.
Qiu yaâs heart skipped a beat. Could this horse be Wen Qiaoâs horse?
He must be overthinking it. If Wen Qiaoâs horse had won against the old man, he would definitely be angry instead of having that reaction just now.
thereâs a message from the schoolâs group chat, â Xu Ying said. they said that Wen Qiao won the horse race and won a large sum of money.