I quietly watch you play

Jiang Xiaoqi's vigorous steps and flexible movements when he stepped on the horse all showed a cruel reality - Zhou Wei, he was tricked!

He was played hard by a dude who looked serious on the surface but was actually sanctimonious and morally unqualified.

Speaking of which, the horse Jiang Xiaoqi is riding now is still irritably kicking and snorting to resist, how submissive and hard-working he was last night on Zhou Wei!

Very angry!Thinking about it now, my calves are still trembling.

Pei Qin looked at his sad expression glaring at the scumbag, gritted his teeth and cursed him to death, and said in surprise, "Mo, what a hatred, why isn't it over yet? Calm down, calm down—"

"What day is it today?"

"What?" Pei Qin didn't understand what it had to do with the day of the week: "It's not the weekend anyway."

Zhou Wei pointed domineeringly, like the upper body of the dean: "Then why doesn't he go to class?!"

Pei Qin really wanted to kneel down to this double-standard dog: "Brother! You are abducting your younger brother to play truant from school. His graduate students don't have eight classes a day plus three evening self-study sessions. Can we show some face?"

"Why don't you go play at Mo Mo!" The guys on the left were all wearing riding clothes, and came over with a picnic mat, which was full of drinks and snacks. It seemed that they wanted to have an open-air party by the way.

Today changed Zuo's home court, Zuo Lie looked like a warm host, greeting each one for drinks and snacks: "Aqin...Mo, there is your favorite rose cake, freshly baked in the kitchen—"

"Momo is what you call it!" Pei Qin muttered angrily, he was the one who gave the nickname, and he was the one who passed on the nickname, and he was not happy to be called by others: "My rose cake is stuffed with the national flower of Bulgaria. , you love to eat, I will bring you every day, don't eat these roadside wildflowers, they are full of pesticides and horse urine!"

Zhou Wei squinted his eyes facing the sun, and there was a black-hearted wild rose in full bloom in his field of vision, either a black-bellied man or a chubby child, he was really worried about it every day.

Zhou Lei has already started to trot on his horse. Private schools like Yingtai Lejin have equestrian lessons since kindergarten. The coaches took turns hugging the pony to take pictures and load it into the growth manual.

When Zhou Wei looked at the black history, he was deeply impressed by the photo of himself, and always suspected that he was riding a dog, or a corgi.

The two brothers of the Zhou family, Pei Qin, and Jiang Youlai all studied in Yingtai.

Pei Qin is not suitable for strenuous exercise, Zhou Lei is busy with homework, Yu Lai is born with sensory integration disorder and lacks motor skills, but Zhou Wei gets A's every year in equestrian class.

Running a horse in the sun is the same as racing a car in the middle of the night. It is very stress-free. Obviously, the former is more suitable for adjuvant treatment of patients with secondary diseases.

What does Zhou Lei look like? He doesn't look like his brother cat fishing on the horse farm and read comics. Now he looks more like he is taking an advanced English equestrian course, which makes the sparring partner a little nervous, trotting along step by step.

Yu Lai held up a French stick as a sword, posing in Zuo Luo's pose to tease Zuo Luo, while Yu Cheng took out another stick to fight him, using foil moves.

Pei Qin threw rose cakes at them, Yu Cheng retracted his sword and hit a home run, the puff pastry crumbs were scattered, and Yu Lai's head and face were raised.

Everyone laughed and cursed.

Zuo Lie laughed along, recently his father was negotiating a loan with Yu's family to start a luggage production line.

Even if everyone is not yet at the level of taking over the ancestral business, the family's interests will inevitably have an impact on the plastic brotherhood of this group of gangsters. The greater the impact, the more obvious it is. Rolling back to his bed after urinating and continuing to sleep made Pei Qin cry, and it was different from Yu Cheng putting a plastic spider in Pei Qin's sports bottle and being beaten by Zhou Wei until his nose bleeds.

The Zuo family is the opposite of the Jiang family, the throne is hereditary, as long as they are not called Zuo Luo, there is no chance. Zuo Lie's father is unwilling to be an idle prince, and wants to struggle to stand on his own, so he asks to be a financial Yu family.

Zuo Luo's chubby steamed buns blushed, his riding vest looked like a bursting balloon, and he was still wearing a shirt with the ZOLO logo underneath. He was simply the most loyal spokesperson of his own brand.

The lips squeezed by the cheek flesh were tightly pursed, and he was obviously not happy about this waste of food.

The ancestors of the Zuo family came from a humble background and started from scratch. They only made brands to serve the working people. A piece of clothing sold for 50 yuan, and the gross profit did not exceed [-]%. It is a very conscientious enterprise.

While three generations are busy interfering with the mental health of overtime garment workers and desperately lowering the price of raw materials, they are also busy with a lawsuit with the agent of Sao Paulo and the owner of the property rights of Zuo Luo's image. It is not easy for the boss!

Pei Qin leaned closer to Zhou Wei's ear: "I heard that his grandfather always wears his own clothes at state banquets...hahahaha."

It's just a skin, nothing in fact.Zhou Wei's eyes were led by a black and brown horse, and circled along the track.

Jiang Xiaoqi's horse's movements are unfamiliar and he is obviously a novice, but judging from his posture, he is also a talented athlete. After two days of running, he can probably catch up with Yu Lai for 20 years.

The horse was beautiful, a retired British racehorse with Arabian blood, hot-blooded, good at the middle distance, fast, but not suitable for novices.

Maybe there is a trainer who is familiar with horses, and the horses seem more docile, like Jiang Xiaoqi who pretended to hurt him last night, only Zhou Wei knows what a despicable soul is under that humble gentleman, cold and ascetic appearance!

no!It is tolerable, but "Uncle" cannot bear it!

"I'm going to run for a while!" Zhou Wei left a sentence, and went to change clothes and choose horses with great momentum.

Zuo Lie smiled, and looked at the back of Zhou Wei's six relatives who didn't recognize him: "Don't we, Young Master Zhou, hate all sports that make people sweat? Don't we have a special liking for racing until death? Then why are you playing first, I have to explain Pick a gentle one for him, don’t fall anymore, I don’t think he’s walking very well now—”

"You don't understand," Pei Qin snapped his horsewhip: "My family is good at all four-cornered cars. Sports cars have four wheels, don't horses also have four hooves?"

"Really or not!" Zuo Lie was stunned by him and took it as a joke.

Jiang Youlai is still ruining the baguette: "Ann! I'll let you see Momo's demeanor later, he is as cool as a racing car. Really, it doesn't matter if there are four wheels or hooves, as long as there are four, two I can’t do it alone, I can break my bones while riding a bicycle.”

When he said this, Zhou Lei got off his horse and came back, just in time to hear the second half of the sentence, and gave Yu Cheng a cold look.

Yu Chengcheng: Damn it!Lie down!

Zhou Wei came here with his children to play, and he didn't plan to ride a horse. He thought it was too hot to run, and he also thought that running too fast would cause the mud and dust to fly.

Of course, this was what he thought before he met Jiang Xiaoqi, now he just wants to break the opponent's leg.

Riding equipment is also prepared. No matter what Young Master Zhou does, the equipment must be of high quality and decent quality. He doesn't bother to touch it unless he has a full set of top-level professional equipment.

For example, when the school offered ice hockey in the seventh grade, he would wear a pair of custom-made Bauer models on weekends, and the hand-painted Hot Wheels should be as dazzling as possible, and then he hung up his boots before finishing a class.

What's the point of chasing after me dressed as a bear? No one can see his face even if he moves nimbly. He's even more stupid than those two in the cartoon. What's the point of his beautiful face and perfect figure?

The main reason is that there are also two ice skates, which do not conform to the principle of four-corner stability. He does not want to play more irregularly than ice hockey.

It's like racing a car, he also wants to start from a Lamborghini, sell his house and buy a Koenigsegg just to take off on flat ground.

Zhou Wei’s riding attire is a red coat and black trousers, including the boots, which are custom-made in a handmade shop frequented by the British royal family. There are also sterling silver spurs on the ankles of the boots, a matte black helmet and thin leather gloves. In terms of pretense, he is alive. ancestral level.

The horse is probably selected based on its appearance, red and brown, with four hooves on the snow, a white forehead, tall and strong, with a flying mane, and a very arrogant four-year-old colt.

Zhou Wei stepped on the stirrups and blew kisses to everyone, bowed and hung on the saddle with his knees bent, and controlled the rhythm jolting, apparently trying to run fast.

A group of onlookers screamed and crackled and threw a bunch of drink bottles, riding whip gloves, and half baguettes towards the field.

"Young Master Zhou's vision is absolutely equipped with a camera recognition function!" The left row raised his forehead exaggeratedly: "Our most powerful horse, Albert, his father charges tens of thousands of euros for one ride, authentic British purebred."

Zhou Lei flipped open a can of soda water, glanced at the obstacle course opposite, and said to you two not to go crazy.

Albert looked quite normal. The rider was probably not in a good mood. He looked at Zhou Lei with a cold face, holding the reins loosely.

Zhou Lei was not even willing to roll his eyes, turned his head and pretended not to see it, and poured soda water incessantly.

Zhou Wei didn't get angry when he was flirting with a blind man, he ran half a circle and took small steps to warm up first, even if he was driving a car, he would have to grind it out, let alone a living thing.

The better the horse, the more unruly and unruly it is. This is called arrogance, just like people.

His skin is white, his face reflected in the sun is as delicate as porcelain, and the strap of the helmet goes around the chin, like a beautiful jade embedded.

Zhou Wei is very suitable to wear red. This body is bumped by the horse, like a burning fire, which makes the red maple in the mountains dim.

Pei Qin leaned against the fence to watch him, thinking of Yingtai's school uniform of "red men and dolls" in kindergarten, the corner of his mouth smiled.

The little Zhou Wei can wear the strongest color amazingly, causing all the girls in the garden to hate the green uniform, wishing they could disguise themselves as men and compete with him.

Snapped!A paw was placed on Pei Qin's buttocks, and moved away one-tenth of a second before he had an attack, and stayed for an ambiguous moment.

Yu Chengcheng leaned over to be side by side with him, looked far away at Zhou Wei, and then pulled back to stare at Pei Qin, as if suddenly grasping some unknown secret: "You care about him so much? You can't let others go." gone?"

"Ang, we are half brothers." Pei Qin recognized it calmly, turned his head and blew a hooligan whistle towards Zhou Wei.

Yu Chengcheng turned his back against the railing, crossed his arms, and hooked his thin lips to one side: "You beheaded a hundred people, why don't you touch him?"

Pei Qin finally turned his face and looked at him, with a sullen expression on his face: "Take his idea and kill you!"

"Then I'll make up your mind." Yu Chengcheng hooked his chin, slid his fingertips all the way to his heart, and his eyes stopped on Pei Qin's slightly dark lips: "This problem is quite exciting, I am much better than Albert, you are afraid Aren't you afraid of the wind immediately?"

Both of them have rolled in the world of mortals, neither is cleaner than the other, and neither is more shameful than the other.

"Are you afraid that Zhou Wei will ride Albert over you?"

"Let him drive that Koenigsegg." Yu Cheng smiled deeper and lowered his voice: "If he's not above me, he has to be below me."

Zhou Wei had already started running in the venue, Pei Qin shook off Yu Cheng: "Get lost! Don't go crazy—"

A few nasty remarks are commonplace, and Zhou Wei would tease them a few times when he was in a good mood. Pei Qin felt chest tightness, took a deep breath, and felt a little overwhelmed.

Around a hundred meters behind Jiang Xiaoqi, Zhou Wei pulled down the eyepiece and waved his whip in the air: "Hey—"

He clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and he had already changed into a professional riding posture. Turning the corner, he was able to overtake Jiang Xiaoqi's old lady who was walking after a meal at high speed, and threw him a face of dust and plaster.

Thinking of Jiang Xiaoqi's expression of eating dirt, Zhou Wei was more excited than a horse!

The coach who was walking with Jiang Shao in the back half of the body heard the horse's hooves galloping behind him, and suddenly turned around to see a fiery red ball rushing towards the wind, which was already close to his face.

He turned pale in shock, and hastily pulled Young Master Jiang's rein to make way for Albert: "I'm on the street! What's wrong! Hey——"

Albert has already brushed the black and brown horse / galloped over, his tail sweeping people's faces.

Jiang Xiaoqi only felt a ray of evil wind blowing, the back of the horse under him was tense, and the reins shook violently with the movement of the horse's head.

Even if he reacted quickly enough, he could only hold on to the reins in a second, and then a strong hip-pushing sensation hit, and the brown and black horse chased out like a blade breaking through the wind.

"Victoria!" The coach held out Erkang's hand: "Sto...op!!!"

The author has something to say:

Jiang Xiaoqi: The four corners are firm... erm... That's two hands and two feet...

Zhou Wei: What are you mumbling about?

Jiang Xiaoqi: It's nothing, I just can't see the face...