Dad, as soon as I entered the entertainment circle, I became the favorite of the group

Let's change a color head.

If you lose, please sing the national anthem of Huaguo here. "

"Yo...then I'll get ready first."

Sister Gu nodded in agreement.

Dang Yi saw that Sister Gu was actually riding on their pure horse.

Azu couldn't help but scolded despicably.

This horse has been trained as a racehorse in all seriousness.

In terms of value, it is completely worth a luxury house on Victoria Peak.

But Song Baoyu didn't have her own horse, so she could only rent one from Sha Tin Racecourse.

However, the public horses at Sha Tin Racecourse are far from the thoroughbred horses owned by Sister Gu, regardless of their appearance or pedigree.

Even a professional jockey can't catch up with Sister Gu's thoroughbred on this kind of horse.

Isn't this bullying?

"Sister Gu, you are going too far."

"Excessive? Where is it excessive!"

"That's right! Sister Gu rides her own horse, if you are capable, let this little star buy one for herself."

"Buy one! This is a bit overestimating this little star.

Sister Gu's horse is a thoroughbred racehorse worth tens of millions.

She has so much money? "

"Can you buy it with money?

This kind of thoroughbred horse cannot be bought with money.

Identity, the most important thing is identity! "

A group of people sneered and ridiculed, and their words were full of superiority.

In their hearts, there is nothing unfair about this.

The money and contacts accumulated by the ancestors are also a manifestation of strength.

And all along, they have relied on the resources accumulated by their ancestors, squandered recklessly, and lived a life of luxury.

"Miss Song, are you in trouble?

If you need horse racing, you can choose from all the horses in Sha Tin Racecourse..."

The head of the gringo at Sha Tin Racecourse hurriedly put all the most delicious and delicate pastries in Sha Tin Racecourse in front of Song Baoyu.

Then he stood by her side very kindly.

"Steven?"

"How could you?"

Sha Tin Racecourse is the second largest racecourse in Hong Kong and Taiwan, and its director Steven is also a guest of many tycoons in Hong Kong and Taiwan.

Many people are no strangers to him.

Sister Gu saw that he was standing on Song Baoyu's side now, and felt surprised, but at the same time, she had a bad premonition in her heart... …

"Oh! Steven, you have been a great help."

Sha Tin Racecourse holds horse races every day, and of course there are many professional horse racers in them.

Maybe in terms of pedigree, in terms of value, it is not as good as the thoroughbred horse under Gu Jie's crotch.

But that's not fighting back anymore.

"Shatian Sixty! Baoyu, choose the Shatian Sixty.

Recently, this horse has been in very good condition.

Has won several races in a row. "

"Miss Song, I'll bring Shatian Liushi out for you right now."

Steven gave Azu a knowing look.

You know what to do, boy.

At this time, Mrs. Jops, who had been turning her back to everyone, slowly stood up.

She also understood what happened through the translator just now.

"Bao Yu, I brought a horse today.

The original owner of this horse is you!

Now that the property is returned to its original owner, you can compare it with this horse. "

my horse?

Song Baoyu looked bewildered.

It's just that he suddenly understood something, and then looked at Mrs. Jobs with grateful eyes.

She should use this reason to lend the horse to herself.

No one noticed the astonished expression on Steven's side.

That sweaty BMW actually belongs to this little girl?

What is the origin of this little girl? 1.7

How could there be such a handsome sweat horse?

As the person in charge of the Sha Tin Racecourse, he is also an expert in the horse racing industry.

Of course he knows that the sweat-blooded horse understands human nature, has good stamina, and is fast.

It can be said that it is a natural racehorse.

However, the price of sweat BMW is too expensive.

In addition, the myth of sweaty horses in Huaguo since ancient times.

Few people will be willing to use sweat BMW to participate in the race.

Steven looked pitifully at Sister Gu who was still dazed and complacent sitting on horseback.

I couldn't help but mourn for her.

As long as it is an individual, riding on a hard-earned horse, Sister Gu is doomed.

Although her horse is also a thoroughbred.

But when it comes to bloodlines and bloody horses, they cannot be compared at all.

[199] The wind rises, the horse leaps, and the beauty is picturesque

The front edge is thin and bony, and the wind enters the four hooves lightly.

This line of verse literally brought the hard-earned horses to life.

As one of the oldest horse breeds that has been passed down to the present, the sweat-blooded horse is tall, with slender limbs, thin skin and short hair.

When Mrs. Jobs' sweat horse was taken out of the stable by the staff of Sha Tin Racecourse, everyone's attention in the entire racecourse was attracted by its elegant posture.

Especially when the bloody BMW and Sister Gu's thoroughbred horse stood together, stomped the horse's hooves, and suddenly raised their heads to the sky and howled, showing the aristocratic aura among the horses.

Sister Gu panicked and controlled the thoroughbred horse under her.

Ever since the bloody horse was brought out, Sister Gu felt that the thoroughbred under her body began to become irritable.

damn it.

Why did she feel that her horse was actually afraid of sweaty horses.

It's like racial talent suppression.

Facing Song Baoyu, a local girl from the countryside, Gu Jie couldn't be suppressed by her in any way.

What can be endured and what cannot be endured.

At this moment, she hated the cowardly behavior of this thoroughbred that brought her more pride.

I couldn't help but pat it hard. 16

"Little Red?"

Song Baoyu blurted out, looking at this bloody horse, he felt inexplicably familiar.

How does this horse look so similar to the little red that his father gave him!

The unique maroon color of the whole body is as bright as fire.

"Humph!"

Sister Gu didn't believe that this horse would belong to a local girl like Song Baoyu.

Sneered.

This girl probably doesn't even know how to mount a horse.

really.

Facing the approach of a stranger, this bloody horse raised its front hooves warily.

However, Song Baoyu patted the horse's trapezius lightly according to the way he communicated with Xiaohong, and then slowly stroked the bloody horse's neck along the mane.

In the inconceivable eyes of Gu Jie, this elegant sweat-blooded BMW instantly became docile.

It even clings to Song Baoyu's body.

There seems to be a feeling of being coquettish and cute.

This……

"bring it on!"