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

When Cen Xing came to the racecourse the next day, it was still dark.

Although he was almost exhausted yesterday, he slept very soundly this time, feeling at ease as if being guarded by someone, and he woke up full of energy, which he believed should be attributed to the newly replaced aromatherapy oil in the room.

At this time, most of the horsemen in the racecourse are young horse workers. It reminds Cen Xing that when he was studying, he went to work at the racecourse early in the morning and took care of the assigned horses before going to class. After becoming a formal rider, this habit has been persisted .

"He's here." Someone whispered, and several small heads popped up beside the fence of the stable, looking curiously at Cen Xing, who was wearing a tracksuit and holding a bucket in his hand.

"Morning," Cen Xing walked to the sink, smiled and looked at the little groom who was peeking at him, and said generously, "I brought several breakfasts and put them on the table by the door, you and your friends don't mind You can get it, we should meet often in the future.”

The pony worker was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a round face that still had the immature look of a child, and his watery eyes seemed to be glued to Cen Xing's body. When he finished receiving the water, the young boy had already run to his companions, dancing and dancing. say something.

With a faint smile, Cen Xing picked up the bucket, came to the fence where his pony was closed, and greeted the horse he leaned over: "Morning, I'm here. Are you used to living in a new house on the first day?" Then he waved at the camera He waved his hand: "Good morning! I don't know if there are any audiences so early? I'm here to clean up the pony."

Turning on the phone, Cen Xing unexpectedly discovered that there were dozens of viewers online early in the morning, probably due to the power of the lottery.

"I have always brushed the horses myself, not only me, but any equestrian rider will do this." He picked up the brush, patted the horse's neck, and explained: "Horses like to be brushed and scratched, and horses often give each other Grooming, it’s about massaging him, comforting him, developing a bond with him. I treat the horse as a close friend and he feels it.”

On the other side, when Lu Mingshen got into the car, he heard that Cen Xing had started the live broadcast early in the morning. When he opened the video, he was cleaning the stables. His fluffy short black hair was stained with hay, and he was quite embarrassed, but the smile on his face But brilliant and sincere, simple and happy like a child.

Seemingly not feeling tired at all, Cen Xing leaned in front of the camera, pretending to be mysterious, with a vigorous voice: "Suddenly remembered a big event."

Lu Mingshen paused, held his breath, and heard him say: "I haven't named my good friend yet." The good friend he mentioned refers to the sorrel pony beside him.

"Cake, chestnuts, coffee..." After reading the name of the horse proposed in the comment, Cen Xing couldn't help covering his mouth and laughing, his eyes stopped on a comment with its own flash: "Zhao Yebai."

He turned his head thoughtfully, the pony has a beautiful body, the whole body hair is like milk chocolate, smooth and slightly reflective chestnut color, only on the forehead, there is a piece of white hair that looks like a shooting star. "Emperor Zengmao shines at night, and Longchi flies thunderbolt in ten days." Coincidentally, Cen Xing's first reaction was the same poem. His eyes seemed to be ignited, reminiscent of the brightest star before dawn: " Thank you to this unknown friend, my beloved horse will be called 'Zhao Yebai' from now on, I hope he can get the blessing of the ancients and grow up healthy."

As if he understood what the master said, Zhao Yebai rubbed against Cen Xing, nodded vigorously up and down, his soft chestnut mane was chic and elegant.

Even Lu Mingshen himself didn't notice it. When he heard that Cen Xing had decided to use the name he proposed, after a long absence, the corners of his mouth ticked up imperceptibly.

"Good boy." Touching Zhao Yebai's forehead, Cen Xing first fed him a carrot, helped him put on the bridle, and said solemnly: "Get your grooming in order, now we can go out for a stroll."

Just as Cen Xing put on the hat with the camera attached, he saw a flashing bullet screen, and his face darkened instantly: "Wait for the fool to be kicked into a cripple by a horse, marry with his husband, and become a crippled husband."

"You curse me. I have no problem. You are not allowed to insult Mr. Lu." Since the start of the broadcast, Cen Xing has been smiling, as if he would not be angry when he sees any comments, but this time he frowned, with a serious expression, and said coldly : "It was an unfortunate accident that Mr. Lu fell off his horse during the race. Even if he is not my husband, I would still accuse him of making fun of other people's pain and having no quality at all. Tell everyone here Brain spray, Mr. Lu is only temporarily unable to walk, and it is not your turn to comment on this trash who only uses the keyboard to swear. Respect, mean and disgusting. You may not need a wheelchair, but your morals are clearly hopelessly handicapped, and next time, I will make you pay for what you said."

When he said this, there was no smile on his face, and his serious expression was completely different from before, so that the comments on the screen were still for half a moment.Cen Xing led the horse out on his own, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of a few small horsemen surrounding the door, and applauded him quietly at the same time.

"Ignore those spoilers, and show everyone the toys I bought for Zhao Yebai." Leading the horse on the grass, Cen Xing looked around, and the flat green land seemed to be coated with a layer of golden light by the sun, which made people feel refreshed .He took out a dark blue fairy wand coated with glitter, and flicked it lightly, countless large and small transparent bubbles spit out from the toy, shining in colorful colors under the sunlight.

These colorful water bubbles surround Cen Xing and Zhao Yebai, and with the green grass and clear blue sky behind them, they are dreamy and beautiful, like elves walking in the jungle.

Lu Mingshen's car was parked in front of the office building. The moment the greeting assistant's hand touched the car door, he was stopped by the old driver of Lu's family at the right time, who made a "shh" gesture to him.

"Breathing fresh air every day in the wild will make you feel better." Tired of playing, Cen Xing patted the horse's neck, turned his head and walked back, and said happily: "When I get old, I hope to take such a walk with my little lover every day. "

... After closing the tablet with a "snap", Lu Mingshen knocked on the car door expressionlessly.So he didn't know, Cen Xing kissed the horse's forehead and said with a smile: "That's right, he is my little lover now."

The assistant who was waiting outside watched Lu Mingshen's eyes that were soft at the moment before freezing, and couldn't figure out what happened.

The new horse had to be adjusted for a period of time before it could be used. Cen Xing stayed at the racecourse in the afternoon and asked the manager of the racecourse to find a suitable horse to practice riding.

"Mr. Cen, watching videos is different from real riding." The junior coach reluctantly led the teaching horse to Cen Xing, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, and squinting: "We have prepared a stretcher over there. Don't cry now."

Cen Xing touched the horse's forehead, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Whether I can ride or not, the horse can feel it."

"Tsk," the coach slammed his mouth, scolded bad luck, and taunted: "Isn't it okay to be a wealthy young lady? Don't expect to be able to compare with the professional Meng Qian. Equestrian skills are not just about riding horses. The monkeys in the stables don't need to be taught. can ride..."

In the next second, his voice stopped abruptly: this is an experienced teaching horse. The moment Cen Xing turned on the horse, he received a "signal" from the rider, relaxed and half lowered his head, and walked around the coach gracefully. Little trot, like a primary school student showing off his No. 1 exam.

"You can let go of the traction and rest on the side, or go to the stable to teach the monkeys." Cen Xing patted the horse's neck to express his gratitude, stopped beside the coach, and reminded with a smile: "Don't forget to put the obstacles in place first. I want to try walking the ground pole."

Cen Xing did not live broadcast the practice in the afternoon, but due to the attention to his "two-month challenge", the news of his practice spread like wildfire, attracting many equestrian students to watch outside.

When Grisha, the head coach of the racecourse, walked into the stable, he saw the stable doctor chatting with the trainer eating melon seeds. He went straight up and asked sharply: "When did I allow students who are riding a horse for the first time to not use traction and training?" Accompanied by the coach?"

"Look at him first, and you'll understand." The junior coach couldn't lift his head up, his face turned red and then turned pale, and said submissively, "I'm afraid there is nothing I can teach him."

Grisha was still angry, turned around, and looked at the field: Cen Xing was riding his horse over the cross barriers. His movements were smooth and smooth, and the pressure on the horse and the support were switched freely and neatly.

After thinking for a moment, Grisha raised his hand when Cen Xing was approaching, and said, "Mr. Cen, please stop for a while."

When Cen Xing approached, he stretched out his hand: "Mr. Cen, I am Grisha, the head equestrian coach of the racecourse. There is a horse that is more suitable for you. Please come with me."

There is a thick layer of calluses on Grisha's tiger's mouth, and the strength of the handshake is firm and tough. Cen Xing's experience tells him that when the other party was young, he should also be an all-powerful character on the racecourse.

"His name is Fan Yu, and he is a thoroughbred horse." Taking Cen Xing to the fence of the stable, Grisha glanced at him and commented: "Fan Yu's personality is not lively, but I believe he can help you in the shortest time." Improve your riding skills."

Seeing the two approaching, Fan Yu pricked up his gray ears, stretched out his horse's head, and almost bit the hand of Cen Xing who wanted to touch his forehead, pawing the ground with his hoof from time to time, his mane flying.For some reason, when Cen Xing saw him for the first time, he could not help but recall Lu Mingshen's indifferent expression when they first met, which was subtly similar to the horse's haughty look at him.

Amused by his fantasy, Cen Xing coughed lightly, and asked hesitantly: "I have no plans to buy a new horse for the time being. Does he have an owner? Does his owner agree to my training him?"

Thoroughbred horses are worth a lot, and one horse is worth as much as two Ferraris. Cen Xing hasn't raced yet, so he can't "spend money like water" like that.

"The owner of the horse is Mr. Lu." Grisha did not tell Cen Xing that apart from the head coach, he is still Lu Mingshen's mentor, and said meaningfully: "This is his spare horse. After the accident, he entrusted me to take care of it, and I will take full power of it." Be responsible. Before he comes back, I think you can properly let Fan Yu learn some rules."

Before the crossing, Cen Xing also had a few horses with excellent pedigree, which still did not prevent him from being surprised: Fan Yu was fat and muscular, handsome and strong. After training, it would not be a problem to reach the top of the master competition.Even the backup horse was top-notch, and he was suddenly very curious about how amazing Lu Mingshen's main horse was.

At the end of the first day of training, "Mr. Cen," the driver politely woke up Cen Xing who was resting with his eyes closed in the back seat: "There is a car parked at the entrance of the villa. It seems to be the butler of the Meng family."

Cen Xing was dumbfounded: "Is this a zoo in Mengjiadang? Am I an animal? Come visit in turn?"

driver:……

Taking a deep breath, Cen Xing got out of the car, seriously thinking about whether to notify the property management company, and pull all the license plate numbers of the Meng family into the access blacklist.

"Mr. Cen," the butler of the Meng family stood at the door, holding a gift box in his hand, and cast a haughty look at Cen Xing who approached: "Master and madam asked me to inform you that the two families will have a dinner tonight, please pay attention to yourself." Your words and deeds, this is the dress for you."

Cen Xing shook his head for the servant's attitude towards the original owner.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to ridicule that the Lu family has no clothes for me to wear?" He put one hand on the railing, his mind was full of Lu Mingshen and Fan Yu, he didn't want to look at idlers, and said angrily: "I'm too tired, I don't have the heart to swear, The acquaintance point disappears by itself, don't ask me to call the security guard."

Leaving the speechless housekeeper behind, Cen Xing returned home, spread out on the sofa, typed out a long email, closed his eyes, and pressed send in one breath.

Hugging the pillow, he knew that even if he started all over again in this world, it would only take a month at most, and his ability and experience were his confidence.The meaning of the live broadcast is firstly to change the image, and secondly to find an opportunity to have a face-to-face conversation with Lu Mingshen.

Thinking of the blisters on Lu Mingshen's hands, rehabilitation is a lonely and difficult task. Being in pain for a long time will change a person's temperament. He doesn't want that person to be blackened until the contract is over.

The vibrating sound of the mobile phone made Cen Xing stunned. He never expected to receive a reply from that person in just 3 minutes: "Tomorrow night at the villa at [-] o'clock." He thought that Lu Mingshen, as the general manager, had no time to talk to him.

but what do you mean?

Whether to acquiesce or to be held accountable, Cen Xing puffed up his face, and sent a tentative sentence, "I heard that I will see my parents later, do I have to prepare?", the phone vibrated again in less than a second, and the content of Lu Mingshen's reply Almost made him jump off the sofa: I think you are suitable for training Fanyu, talk about it tomorrow and tell me your plan.

Can it be taken as approval?

Covering his face with a pillow, before he had time to sort out his mood, Lu Mingshen's latest email popped up again, and the content made Cen Xing's mouth open into an O shape...

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Quote: "Emperor Zeng Mao shines at night, and Longchi flies thunderbolt in ten days." Tang Du Fu "Wei Satire Records Shizhai Watching General Cao's Horse Drawing"