Seeing Chen Yuyang and Song Jia talking and laughing intimately, Duanmu Qingyi felt a sense of depression and grievance in his heart. The sour smell came out of his heart, and almost could be smelled on the entire racecourse. The next moment, Duanmu Qingyi's heroic figure appeared and the horse. The white jade cong crossed the white fence on the racecourse and jumped into the racecourse. He looked unusually divine.

Duanmu Qingyi held the reins with one hand, waved the horse whip with the other hand, clamped the horse's belly with both legs, used a little force to drive her body forward, and shouted: "Ga, go!~"

The white jade cong was very fast, and Duanmu Qingyi's beautiful body kept rising and falling on the white jade cong, which turned into a beautiful landscape. The white shadow that suddenly rushed out also scared Chen Xinchen, who was leisurely and leisurely in the racecourse track. However, this tamed lion was relatively gentle, otherwise he would not know what would happen? Looking at the back of Juechen, Chen Xinchen murmured to himself: "Whose lady is this, so domineering!"

The white jade cong was as bright as lightning, and the Duanmu green robe was immediately handsome, which soon won the applause and attention of a group of spectators around the horse farm. Chen Yuyang naturally noticed her. Chen Yuyang was smoking a cigarette, and a slightly raised smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, thinking: It's really a world, and by chance, he actually met her here.

Chen Yuyang still had some good feelings for Duanmu Qingyi, but this was purely a feeling of appreciation. With his head slightly tilted, Song Jia seemed to have noticed a smile that suddenly appeared in Chen Yuyang's eyes, very gentle and beautiful.

"Mr. Chen, what are you looking at?" Song Jia asked suddenly.

Chen Yuyang smiled and shook his head, sighed: "Nothing!"

Although Song Jia knew that the relationship between her and Chen Yuyang was not suitable for food or begging for something, Song Jia stared at Chen Yuyang and looked at Duanmu Qingyi, and for some reason, she felt uncomfortable. It seemed that her toy had been snatched away, and she felt empty and lost.

"Does Mr. Chen like to ride a horse?" Song Jia asked unwillingly.

Chen Yuyang tilted his head and smiled, "Does Miss Song have such interest?"

Song Jia nodded and said, "I want to ride a horse, can you accompany me?"

"The beauty's request is willing to accompany her!"

Song Jia immediately returned a sweet smile. The two stood up and walked towards the stable.

The club's office, on the seventh floor, is facing the huge window of the racecourse. Two figures are standing at the window. It is Li Yingwei and Duanmu Jun. They are holding a cup of coffee at the same time, but Li Yingwei's hand is a slightly sour blue mountain, while Duanmu Jun's hand is a mellow caramel macchiato. Both of them look strange and stare at the racecourse. Suddenly, Duanmu Jun asked: "Why is your family with the Song family?"

It seemed that he could hear the unhappiness in Duanmu Jun's words, and Li Yingwei smiled and said, "Xin Chen and Song Yuanshan are in love. It is probably caused by that girl Xin Chen!"

Duanmu Jun shook his head helplessly, smiled bitterly and asked meaningfully: "Yingwei, how about Qingyi and your family?"

Li Yingwei was stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed jokingly, "What? Are you going to change camps? The big tree of the Bai family is ready to give up!"

Duanmu Jun shook his hand and said, "I have always been very confident in the prince, but my younger sister's lifelong happiness is equally important. I don't want to turn into a political marriage in Qingyi. If she really likes your family, everything has nothing to do with politics. It's just a simple man and a simple love~"

He gently leaned on the edge of the cup, making a jingle sound, and Li Yingwei smiled meaningfully, "I'm afraid this is just your wishful thinking!"

"No matter whether it is wishful thinking or not, I will work hard to fight for it. I hope you can help me!" Duanmu Jun said sincerely.

"Help you? What can I help you?" Li Yingwei hesitated for a while.

"You are the boss of the fourth generation of the Chen family and Chen Yuyang's cousin. In the Chen family, there is always a place for you to speak." Duanmu Jun said with self-satisfaction.

Li Yingwei smiled bitterly and said, "You don't know my cousin yet. He had a quarrel with the young master at home on the first day he came to Kyoto. His words and attitudes were very tough. He was a person who would not be influenced by anyone. I couldn't control his ideas!"

"Don't you even have a chance?" Duanmu Jun said anxiously.

"It's not none. Everything can only be done with the flow!"

Duanmu Jun sighed helplessly and nodded. Although he didn't want to admit that this was a failed conversation, in fact, this was a failure. It seemed that since he met the man named Chen Yuyang, there was a little helplessness in his star-shining life.

Not long after, two gorgeous figures appeared on the horse court, Song Jia in riding clothes, and Chen Yuyang in a black windbreaker.

Chen Yuyang doesn't like wearing riding clothes, and is watched like a clown. The horse trainer also made a request for this, but when Chen Yuyang took out the platinum and purple gold card on his body, no one dared to go against his wishes.

"I have had a dream since I was a child, which is to ride a horse and speed on the grassland." Song Jia smiled, laughing loudly, as if this happiness could drive the entire racetrack.

However, Song Jia's laughter seemed to be sarcastic and demonstration in Duanmu Qingyi's ears, which embarrassed her. He rode his horse and raised his whip. Duanmu Qingyi flew forward from behind, and then pinched the reins. Bai Yucong kept spitting white breath and stopped in front of Song Jia and Chen Yuyang. Duanmu Qingyi's face was as if nothing had happened, and he said, "Jia Jia, you are here too. Is this person next to you your boyfriend?"

Chen Yuyang smiled bitterly in his heart about Duanmu Qingyi's sarcasm, and Duanmu Qingyi's appearance was a bit suspicious of asking questions knowingly.

What made people even more speechless was that Song Jia did not deny it, but lowered her head and said mercy. The next moment, Chen Yuyang found that Duanmu Qingyi's face was ugly and even a little distorted. But soon, after taking a deep breath, Duanmu Qingyi still kept smiling and said, "Jia Jia, I haven't seen you for a long time. It's a coincidence today. Why don't the three of us come to race horses!"

Song Jia looked at Duanmu Qingyi with a deep meaning and smiled: "Okay!"

Duanmu Qingyi pointed his finger and said, "From here to the tree in front, it's a win!"

Chen Yuyang looked at it and found that the distance was not close, at least two thousand meters away, and there was an obstacle in the middle. He was about to say something to stop him, but Song Jia and Duanmu Qingyi had already started to move, almost at the same time, pinching the reins of the horse boots and clamping the belly of the horse, and then the horse whip sounded: "Go~~"
Chapter completed!