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

Song Baoyu didn't put on the so-called equestrian clothes at all.

There is no need for such troubles on the prairie.

When you want to ride, just put on a jacket and whistle directly.

He stepped onto the bloody horse briskly, and patted the oblique muscles of his neck habitually.

The BMW of sweat and blood seemed to have a heart-to-heart connection, raised its body high, and soared into the air.

Song Baoyu's heroic posture is like that of an ancient female general exuding majesty.

Gu Jie at the side looked like a clown under Song Baoyu's imposing manner, and she didn't have the elegance and extravagance she pretended just now.

"Miss Gu, are you ready?"

Sister Gu gritted her teeth tightly, her face turned red and white, showing a smile that was more embarrassing than crying.

Half of the loss is already lost before the momentum!

How does this compare?

Song Baoyu saw Gu Jie's sternness, so he didn't talk to her too much.

But since returning home during the Chinese New Year, she has indeed not ridden a horse for a long time.

It's rare to come across a bloody BMW so similar to my own little red.

So he showed an innocent smile and looked at Mrs. Jobs.

"Auntie, what's the name of this horse?"

"Red Lion!"

"Red Lion, Red Lion...!"

In response to Song Baoyu's call, the sweaty BMW underneath seemed to be really spiritual, panting continuously, sweeping the dust with all four hooves, eager to move.

"Red Lion! Drive...!"

With Song Baoyu's order, the red lion rushed out like an arrow off the string in the blink of an eye.

His limbs are writhing, his long mane is flying, and his magnificent and strong figure is light and powerful.

Gorgeous girl, strong horse.

The maroon horses are like a hot fire, burning on the entire racecourse.

At this moment, everyone understood why the sweat-blooded BMW had such a great reputation since ancient times.

The wind is fast, the style of the king.

At this time, Song Baoyu seemed to be a different person.

A little less elegance and tranquility, a little more wild beauty.

She on the horseback laughed wantonly, showing a row of white teeth.

And the handsome sweat-blooded BMW under her is unruly.

One man and one horse formed a perfect picture.

Steven looked blankly at Song Baoyu, who was having a good time.

From his professional point of view, this girl is simply a born rider.

One person and one horse seem to be integrated into one body, and the realm of the unity of man and horse has really been achieved.

Gu Jie's so-called riding skills, in Steven's opinion, are only at an extremely amateur level.

It can only be said that he can ride a horse.

As the horse leaped, she also constantly adjusted her center of gravity.

Maybe her movements are not so professional, but they have a special sense of beauty.

If it weren't for her noble status, Steven would definitely keep these 230 girls at all costs.

Train her to be the number one jockey at Sha Tin Racecourse.

Not happy, really not happy.

After Song Baoyu went around the entire racecourse, he couldn't help feeling emotional.

It's also really small.

It's not just that she didn't enjoy herself to the fullest, even the red lion beneath her lowered her head slightly.

It was as if it was just a warm-up.

I really don't know why sister Gu and the group feel that the racecourse in front of them has such a big feeling.

It was only a charge, and he had already reached the boundary of the track.

As soon as he started to gain momentum, he had to slow down because of the venue.

For Song Baoyu, this was really uncomfortable.

"Red Lion, Red Lion...

Do you also feel dissatisfied?

Hey!

The prairie is the real horse farm! "

Song Baoyu felt unfair for the Red Lion.

Such a bloody horse should be galloping on the vast prairie.

Rather than being locked in this horse farm like a pet, it is like a plaything for people to watch.

If possible, Song Baoyu really hoped to bring the red lion back to the grasslands of Inner Mongolia.

Let it really let go of itself, run with all its strength, and release the real energy in the body.

【200】Golden Melody Awards, invited Liu Yifei as a guest

Those who can freely enter and exit the Sha Tin Racecourse are basically celebrities and wealthy businessmen from Hong Kong and Taiwan.

What happened here, of course, will not spread to the outside world, and everyone will know about it.

Sister Gu is still the daughter of the tycoon Gu Guangzheng, the rich second generation in the minds of many media.

However, only she knew that her face had already been lost.

The source of everything is Song Baoyu, this little star from the countryside.

Even if she has a close relationship with Mrs. Jobs, even if she is the owner of the bloody horse.

But Miss Gu was still unconvinced.

Revenge, must revenge.

The hatred towards Song Baoyu in her heart made her almost lose her mind.

Humph.

Isn't the purpose of this little star coming to Hong Kong and Taiwan for the Golden Melody Awards?

Song Baoyu, you may not know that Yang Cheng, chairman of the Golden Melody Awards judging committee, is my uncle!

"What? You invited our Yifei to be the presenter of the Golden Melody Awards?"

Although Liu Yifei's studio is affiliated with an entertainment company.

However, with her status in the entertainment industry, when she signed the contract, she had full autonomy.

Originally, Liu Yifei had a cold temper and rarely participated in various evening parties.

She only makes occasional appearances when her films need publicity.

Most of the time, she is like a house girl who likes to stay at home.

Golden Melody Awards, what kind of award is this?

As Liu Yifei's assistant, Sister Liu felt baffled.

Who in the entertainment industry knows that the only ones who are eligible to invite Liu Yifei to be the guest of honor are the Golden Rooster Award, the Hundred Flowers Award, and the Huabiao Award, which are the three major awards in the Huaguo film industry.

In addition, Liu Yifei rarely participated in the three major TV drama awards.

Not to mention the cross-industry Golden Melody Award.

"Sister Liu, who is it?"

"Oh! It's okay, phone scam!"

刘姐断然拒发*书！群>9：8,0?2:0ュ5♀85/6，由?呆ュ呆。发，自绝了对方的这个请求。

After hanging up the phone, he blocked the matter decisively.

This man is not a liar.

"Chairman Yang..."..."

As a member of the jury for the Golden Melody Awards, Fang Hai held up his mobile phone and looked at Yang Cheng aggrievedly.

刘怡菲一方的拒发*书！群>9：8,0?2:0ュ5♀85/6，由?呆ュ呆。发，自绝，在他的意料之外中。

The Golden Melody Awards have long since lost their former glory.

What used to be a star-studded and highly-anticipated event has long been reduced to a particularly niche music ceremony.

If it weren't for the prosperity of the Hong Kong and Taiwan entertainment circles, there would have been a handful of celebrity entertainers in a small area.

It can be said that the Golden Melody Awards don't even have enough honorable guests.

Right now, Yang Cheng actually let himself be the guest of honor and invited Liu Yifei to be the award presenter.

This is too taken for granted.

As a national goddess, Liu Yifei's fame has already broken through the barriers between the entertainment circles on both sides of the strait.

Such a top-notch actress is the focus of attention no matter where she is, and is the envy of all her peers.

Even if it was the Golden Melody Awards in its heyday, it was difficult to invite Liu Yifei.