After the marriage, the giant is really fragrant every day [Transmigration Book]

In the next competition, as a rare Chinese rider abroad, Cen Xing attracted a lot of attention as soon as he appeared on the stage. He specially chose a red riding uniform, and his movements were clean and heroic, just like a handsome prince.

After the race ended on the third day, Cen Xing was dressing the horses on the truck and preparing to continue to the next city to compete, when someone knocked on the door of the car suddenly: "Mr. Cen, we have a celebration dinner tonight, is it convenient for you to attend? "

Recognizing that the other party was a foreign rider participating in the competition, Cen Xing didn't understand the other party's meaning at first, and declined politely: "Thank you very much for your invitation, but it's a pity that I will leave for the next race later, you have fun."

The foreign rider’s expression froze, and he laughed dryly. He glanced around and saw that everyone in the parking lot was far away from them, so he stepped forward and asked in a low voice, “Even if you participate in seven competitions a week, can you get a one-star bonus?” How much? I have inquired, although you are married to Mr. Lu, but the horse is registered under Mr. Lu's name, which means that you have worked so hard to catch up with the race, and Mr. Lu, the owner of the horse, sits at home and does nothing, and you will get [-]% of the bonus Divide into; the remaining [-]% must be divided into two floors for the racecourse and the team, is it worth it?"

Cen Xing had heard this familiar opening speech countless times before crossing. He buttoned his horse coat, gently stroked Zhao Yebai's soft forehead with one hand, and quietly let the man continue the performance.

Taking his silence as approval, the foreign rider said in a breathy voice: "Do you know that the odds of beating you to be the next champion are already so high." He made a gesture, and Cen Xing was expected to be shocked Pale.

Sure enough, Cen Xing knew that another reason for the booming foreign equestrian industry was the prosperity of the horse betting industry. This was the dark side behind the glamor of foreign equestrian riders.

The foreign rider winked: "It's your first time going abroad to compete, so you don't have many connections, right? I know an acquaintance who can give you [-]%."

"Thank you for your kindness." Cen Xing replied indifferently: "I don't need it."

"Fifty percent is already a lot." The foreign rider obviously misunderstood what he meant, and asked, "Did someone else contact you first? How much did they give you?"

Suppressing the disgust in his heart, Cen Xing said calmly: "No one has contacted me, I am not interested in this."

There are only zero or countless times of anti-counterfeiting matches. Even in the most embarrassing time, Cen Xing never thought of stepping into this gray area. He firmly believes that if he goes astray for the petty profits in front of him, he will eventually burn himself.

"Everyone is a rider, so why pretend to be arrogant." The foreign rider cast a contemptuous glance at him, and said mockingly, "If you think you have a long-term meal ticket, you are more expensive than us."

"Don't get my husband involved." Cen Xing turned cold and said sternly: "I don't care what others do, I am indeed cleaner than you, and every point I get is innocent." He pointed out with one finger: "Please leave."

In the competition outside, he not only represents an individual, but people in other countries don't care who he is, they only know that he is a Chinese rider. A label for anti-counterfeiting.

"Do you want to know? The truth about your husband falling off the horse." The foreign rider raised his chin and wanted to reach out to pat his horse, but Zhao Yebai threw his head away and said with a sneer, "Your time must exceed 8 in the next race." minutes, and then I can consider telling you."

Cen Xing suddenly opened his eyes wide, before replying after a while: "Why should I trust you?"

"Everyone has his price." The foreign rider said triumphantly: "There is no impenetrable wall in the world, but to show my sincerity, take a look at this."

When Jiang Wangchao came back from buying the supplies, he saw Cen Xing standing by the car frowning, and asked worriedly, "Is something wrong?"

"It's nothing." Cen Xing forced a smile: "Please take a look at the car, I need to make a call."

When he called, Lu Mingshen had just finished listening to his assistant's report. Ever since he released the news that he would be permanently disabled, all the monsters and monsters who had been hiding in the dark finally came out, and the plan was almost wiped out.

"Except for the day we first met, you never talked to me about the accident again." Cen Xing talked about the conversation with the foreign rider today, carefully observed the reaction of the man on the screen, and felt disturbed: "Actually, there is something behind the accident. ..."

"You don't need to pay attention to irrelevant people." After listening to his explanation, Lu Mingshen didn't speak for a while, and calmly said: "Follow your own plan."

He had been secretly investigating the accident, and when Cen Xing told him about the allergen, Lu Mingshen had followed the clues to find out about Meng Qian, but there was still a lack of proof.

Cen Xing wanted to help: "I can find an opportunity to talk to him." It is impossible to fight fake matches, but there may be other ways.

Lu Mingshen's face darkened, he wanted to say "I have arrangements, you don't need to get involved", but when he met Cen Xing's concerned eyes, the words on his lips changed to: "The water behind is deep, it's not safe for you to touch it rashly. "

He saw Cen Xing's puffy face, like Garfield, and Lu Mingshen suppressed the urge to pinch him, and changed the topic: "There will be a horse auction in Edinburgh the day after tomorrow, you will attend it for me."

"Could it be that you are taking the opportunity to push me away?" Cen Xing was angry and asked reluctantly: "What kind of horse do you want to buy? Or do you just need to socialize?"

"Buy what you like when you see it." Lu Mingshen was helpless against his temper: "I'll wait for the people over there to know your status in the Lu family, and let them think less about what you have."

As for those who secretly engage in small tricks, Lu Mingshen has his own way to deal with them silently, and Cen Xing doesn't need to know.

There was no dress code for the auction. Cen Xing casually wore a set of casual clothes. After arriving at the venue by the helicopter arranged by Lu Mingshen, he realized that this was a private auction, that is, only those who had received the invitation letter were eligible to enter.He took the VIP seat, and unexpectedly saw an unexpected person beside him.

"Hi, my name is Phoebe." After seeing Cen Xing, the hostess who took them in when they arrived on the first day stood up, smiled and extended her hand to him: "The newly appointed vice president of the FEI, so you are Cen Xing. gentlemen."

"Hello!" Cen Xing didn't expect such a coincidence: "I will attend the auction instead of my husband."

"I know, Mr. Lu told me yesterday, let me take care of you." Phoebe's eyes showed relief: "It seems that he is worrying too much."

Cen Xing's ears turned red, and he was unexpectedly a little happy: Lu Mingshen was worried about him, but he is not such a weak person!

On the day he came back from abroad, Cen Xing saw the news headlines: Yang's family is being targeted by the tax bureau, and it is estimated that life will be difficult in the future.

He asked Jiang Wangchao, "Are you okay?"

Knowing that it was Lu Mingshen's handwriting, Jiang Wangchao shook his head, inadvertently saw someone waiting outside the airport, and reminded Cen Xing: "Who do you think that is?"

Seeing the familiar Maserati, Cen Xing frowned, trotted forward, knocked on the car window, and asked with a blink of an eye, "Are you on the way this time?"

Waiting outside the airport for half an hour, Lu Mingshen saw the young man walking towards him at a glance earlier, he was in high spirits, his body exuded exuberant vitality, like a bullet, he was hit in the heart before the person who saw him realized it .

After a long-distance flight, Cen Xing still had some traces of fatigue on his face, but his pair of black eyes shone like stars in the sky, and two small dimples formed around his mouth, his smile was so sweet that it melted your heart.

He should not be angry anymore, Lu Mingshen thought.

The driver on the side opened the door for Cen Xing, and at the same time said politely: "The car that picks up Mr. Jiang is behind."

Sitting in the car, Cen Xing remembered the episode where the two of them were in the car before they left, and sat as far as possible on their own initiative, and asked, "Stop Jiang Wangchao, do you have anything you want to tell me?"

It's just that he didn't want to share a car with others. Lu Mingshen noticed his actions, and felt a little displeasure in his heart. He glanced at him lightly, and changed the topic: "There is a ribbon-cutting ceremony tomorrow, you will attend it with me."

Finding that his tone was not as serious as the previous few times, Cen Xing breathed a sigh of relief, hugged the pillow, and said softly, "I met Mrs. Phoebe, and she told me about your middle school."

The first two times when we were in the car together, Cen Xing liked to lean forward slightly when talking, his eyes were as bright as crystals, but now the two of them are almost half a meter away, and Lu Mingshen can hardly smell the fragrance on his body, and he is getting more and more irritable: Could it be? Scared him back?

"I bought several horses." Cen Xing didn't notice his strangeness, and lightly touched the back seat pillow, closing his eyes: "I also met a Chinese dancer named Wen. We hit it off right away. He invited I have time to play at his horse farm..."

He had a little impression of that name, but what Lu Mingshen was thinking about was why Cen Xing didn't want to approach, and asked absently, "When will I go?"

Silence answered him.

Looking over suspiciously, Cen Xing's chin was resting on the pillow, breathing evenly, like a sleepy kitten, maybe he was exhausted, and fell asleep unknowingly.

After a battle between heaven and man, Lu Mingshen, who was indifferent in front of others, moved his body slightly as if doing something wrong.From the man's raised collar, one could see the delicate and elegant neck and the smooth and white back; Lu Mingshen's eyes lingered on the man's stretched eyebrows, small and straight nose... He couldn't help stretching out his hand, rubbing those two with the pulp of his fingers A piece of smooth and moist, strawberry jelly-like lips, eyes darkened.

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