Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me

Chapter 1068 Comparison

Wen Qiao followed Shen Yan and entered his room.

The little man entered the room like a madman, ran to the desk, holding a dart, and slashing it randomly on the wooden table.

The harsh voice made Wen Qiao frown.

She walked over, grabbed Shen Yan's wrist, and asked, "Did your dad beat you?"

Shen Yan stiffened: "No, my dad won't hit me."

Wen Qiao looked at the sharp slap marks on his face. He was obviously beaten, but didn't say anything. He remembered that when he mentioned that he wanted to tell his father to fire her, he had no complaints against his father.

Come to think of it, his father is still a majestic existence in his eyes, probably he also thinks that he should be punished for doing something wrong.

The child's temperament is already struggling and contradictory. If things go on like this, it is indeed easy to cause big mistakes.

Murders and crimes are possible.

"I think there is a horse riding stable in the back mountain of your house. Go riding today."

"I dont go."

Wen Qiao folded his arms: "Do you think I used a question? I'm an imperative tone, ok? Change clothes and go to the racecourse."

Shen Yan was angry: "I don't like riding horses."

"I don't care if you like it or not. Put on your equestrian uniform and follow me to the racecourse. I am your home teacher, not your nanny. You should listen to me, not me."

Shen Yan cursed a few words, Wen Qiao didn't catch it, and then saw the kid scolding and went to the closet to get the clothes and went into the bathroom.

Today is still a hot day of thirty-eight, and the staff of the racecourse hides in the shade of the trees and is lazy. After all, it is impossible for the husband and the young masters to ride horses in this kind of weather.

Unexpectedly, the next second I saw a young girl walking here with their young master.

Several people immediately cheered up.

Just walking to the racecourse, Shen Yan felt that she was sweating and panting. Looking at Wen Qiao again, this woman's face was not red and heartbeat, as if she was okay.

The kid almost stamped his feet with anger.

Wen Qiao introduced himself to the staff: "I am Shen Yan's home teacher, and I brought him over to ride a horse."

It was ten o'clock in the morning, and the temperature had risen to 36 degrees. Even the air was hot. The staff was wearing straw hats, and sweat was still rolling down from the sideburns, wiping sweat and said: "Mr. Wen , The weather is so hot, our young master is very expensive, so I’m afraid it’s too much to ride on."

Wen Qiao smiled: "It's okay, he is too weak, so he needs to exercise."

Shen Yan surveyed and said: "I think you are here to torture me."

After saying this, he regretted it!

He used to be his family teacher who tortured him. When did the role reverse?

Wen Qiao wore a sun hat on his head: "Whatever you think, my family teacher is also responsible for exercising your physical fitness."

Turning his head, the staff led two horses out, one tall horse and one slightly shorter, suitable for children to ride.

Wen Qiao put on knee pads and a helmet for Shen Yan, "Get on the horse."

Shen Yan originally wanted to say that he couldn't ride, but that would be a shame in front of Wen Qiao. He could only stand on his horse with a high temperature of 36 degrees.

Wen Qiao also got on another horse.

"If it doesn't work, then tell me, I will stop."

Shen Yan's face was stubborn, her small mouth was pressed tightly, and he took the rein, and jumped out first.

Fortunately, there is still shade on the horse farm, and the heat wave is slightly blocked. Wen Qiao looked at his watch and estimated Shen Yan's physical fitness. With this exercise intensity, in this sweltering weather, he could hold on for an hour at most.

After an hour, if the kid hasn't asked for mercy, he must also stop, otherwise he will suffer heat stroke.

Shen Yan was born in wealth, horseback riding, archery, swimming and fencing.

He thought that even if Wen Qiao could ride horses, his equestrian skills would be average, not as good as him, who started to practice riding and shooting at the age of four or five, so he said, "We compare."

Wen Qiao almost laughed: "Better than what?"

"Just run this hill faster than anyone else."

Wen Qiao squinted his eyes: "Are you serious?"

Shen Yan: "Don't you dare?"

Joe: ...I'm too dare!

(End of this chapter)