Chapter 967 Try It Yourself

The two experienced jockeys shook their hands and said, "This horse is too wild and we really can't control it."

After saying that, the two of them ran away in a hurry.

Wen Qiao sat on the grass and looked up at the God of War: "Tell me, why are you so picky?"

The God of War ate grass slowly and contentedly.

Song Yu called over: "How's it going?"

Wen Qiao: "Unfortunately, what you said is true. Those two jockeys can't get along with the God of War."

Song Yu suddenly thought: "How about you try it yourself?"

Wen Qiao was stunned: "Me?"

"Yes, I remember one time when you tried riding a horse, it was no slower than me. The God of War seems to be very close to you. As long as you ride it, it is docile and very hardworking."

Wen Qiao hesitated: "I'm not a professional."

"Oh, professional or not, as long as you have speed, I will teach you some other professional training over the phone. Speed ​​is the most critical."

Wen Qiao hesitated for a while: "Then I'll give it a try."

As soon as the phone was hung up, her grandfather started yelling: "That girl Song Yu, do you want you to do it yourself?"

Wen Qiao touched his neck: "This seems to be the only thing we can do now."

Mr. Su waved his hand: "That won't work. This little thing has a very wild temper. What if he throws you down?"

Wen Qiao: "Probably not."

"What shouldn't happen? What guarantee do you have?"

Wen Qiao: "I'll just try it once."

Then she saw her grandfather taking the phone and making a call.

Wen Qiao was silent: "Grandpa, who are you calling?"

"Give it to your boyfriend Fu Nanli. I think you only listen to him now."

Wen Qiao:......

Fu Nanli, a person who always has everything to do, was summoned by her grandfather with just one phone call.

Wen Qiao sat on the grass and lazily watched the tall man getting closer and closer. Grandpa stepped forward to 'snitch', "This girl is very willful and insists on becoming a jockey."

Fu Nanli glanced at Wen Qiao, who looked directly into his eyes without any guilt.

The old man added: "Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't have stopped her, but that girl Song Yu just fell down yesterday and her leg was broken. Nanli, tell me, can my girl still be this jockey?" ?”

Fu Nanli smiled: "Grandpa, let me talk to her."

"Hey, you tell me, I'll take this little thing to the river for a walk."

Wen Qiao and Fu Nanli were the only ones left in front of the stable. Fu Nanli sat on the grass with Wen Qiao with a serious look on his face: "Song Yu is injured?"

Wen Qiao: "Well, it's just an accident."

"Then can you guarantee that such an accident will not happen to you?"

Wen Qiao said silently and stopped talking. How could she guarantee such a thing? After all, the God of War is not a human being and cannot be completely controlled by her.

"The profession of jockey is not something you can do if you have some interest, get on a horse, and run fast. We will all be worried about your safety."

Wen Qiao held his chin with one hand: "I just want to try it once."

"What if I fall?"

"If you fall, you will be hospitalized."

Fu Nanli was so angry that he had a headache: "Song Yu is considered lucky to be like that. You know some people fall off their horses, and the horses are frightened and trample with iron hooves. Most humans are mortal bodies, so it's easy..."

Wen Qiao shook his hand: "I have a sense of propriety, and the God of War is not that easy to lose his temper."

Fu Nanli reached out and pressed his temples. He knew Wen Qiao's temperament.

Therefore, when the old man came back with the God of War in hand, Fu Nanli pointed at the God of War with a cold expression: "You'd better be docile. If you dare to lose your temper when Wen Qiao rides you, I will stomp on you and eat horse meat."