Sweet trap: President, Let Me Go!

Song muzhe was not in a hurry to take Chu Jiasi to ride a horse. Instead, he asked her to comb the horse first and feed some forage. After the horse accepted her, he encouraged her to try.

At first, Chu Jiasi was afraid of falling off his horse. After adapting to it for a while, she found that it was addictive. She gradually walked from slow to fast on the racetrack and felt the wind blowing through her face.

Refreshing, wanton.

Suddenly Chu Jiasi understood why star thought the racecourse was very fun. This feeling of freedom was really too enjoyable.

Let her regret why she didn't contact the sport earlier.

"Slow down and be careful. You'll fall in a minute!" Song muzhe rode to Chu Jiasi and looked at the smile on her face. He was also happy.

"No, this horse... Ah!" Chujiasi was about to get a glimpse of her rapidly improving equestrian skills when she was thrown down by the horse that suddenly raised her front foot.

Song muzhe quickly stopped, turned over and dismounted to check the situation.

Chujiasi sat on the ground in pain, covering her swollen ankle like a radish.

She really didn't expect to suddenly become like this. The horse has always been good. She didn't know it would suddenly jump up.

"I'll take you to the infirmary first." As soon as song muzhe raised his hand, he picked up Chu Jiasi and walked quickly towards the infirmary.

The pictures of handsome men and beautiful women attracted the attention of the surrounding people. Song muzhe often came for some time, and many girls here knew him.

"Isn't that President song? Why did you bring your girlfriend here today? "

"I don't know. I haven't heard that he has a girlfriend."

"I don't know who is so lucky."

Chu Jiasi, who was held in her arms, also had some hot cheeks. She grabbed song muzhe's skirt and whispered, "put me down. I can go by myself."

"It's so swollen to fart. I don't think you want your feet!" Song muzhe was holding a temper in his heart, and his dirty words flew out of control, which was not in line with his usual appearance of a gentle gentleman.

Even chujiasi was startled by his dark face.

After taking the medicine from the infirmary, song muzhe asked for a bag of ice. He reached out and pressed the ice on chujiasi's ankle. The serious look on his face gradually relaxed.

"I'll do it myself." Chu Jiasi looked at Song muzhe in embarrassment and wanted to take the ice bag, but song muzhe slapped her hand open.

"Have a good rest. The first second makes you more careful, and the next second you fall down." Song muzhe said angrily, and his strength was also heavy.

Ice compress made the pain feel relieved, and chujiasi was embarrassed to argue again.

It seems that people really can't win the victory. If they win the victory, something will happen, or something big.

Song muzhe also skillfully used the medicine wine to press Chu Jiasi, and the redness and swelling of his ankle finally disappeared.

The horse riding thing can't go on. Song muzhe took Chu Jiasi to the cafeteria next to him and sat down for a while. He said about the horse farm here.

Zhang Xu is the manager Zhang just now. He was a classmate of song muzhe when he was in college. His family has strength. He also has ideas and brains. He set up a horse farm in China, which can be regarded as developing his interests and hobbies into his career.

At the beginning, the family was very opposed, and thanks to song muzhe's support, it survived the most difficult period of time.

Rich people always like to have some different sports, which makes equestrian particularly attractive to those people.

The VIP with high consumption and the high consumption every time he comes to the racecourse make Zhang Xu very happy.

Others call him manager Zhang instead of general manager Zhang, and he doesn't care. He still experiences things in the racecourse.

"Don't look at him like this. Not everyone will come out to meet him. He also helps to buy your equestrian clothes, and the clothes manufacturers are also good." Song muzhe smiled, "if you want to ride a horse in the future, you can come directly."

"By the way, this is your card. When you come to the VIP area, you don't have to go to the ordinary horse farm over there. The place is small and crowded." Song muzhe pulled out a VIP card from his pocket and handed it to Chu Jiasi.

"It's too expensive for me to accept." Chu Jiasi quickly waved her hand and refused. From the consumption list she just saw in the hall, she knew that this VIP card was valuable, and what was pasted in the hall was only for public consumers.

Song muzhe gave her a different one. I'm afraid the price of the card used internally will only be higher.

"Just take it. It was done by Zhang Xu. It didn't cost money." Song muzhe raised his eyebrows, put the card directly in front of Chu Jiasi, got up and took some ice cream balls.

The cafeteria in the racecourse is also unique. Even people who can't ride horses will come to consume the food here.

Sometimes song muzhe really has to sigh that Zhang Xuzhen is a fucking genius. He combines entertainment and food. If he opens another hotel with a professional title, it will be a one-stop service.

But without that land, Zhang Xu himself didn't want to develop in that direction.

As night fell, song muzhe sent Chu Jiasi home. "Take this bottle of medicinal wine and wipe it twice a day. Don't do physical work these days. If you can ask for leave at the hospital, ask for leave."

Chu Jiasi nodded and was about to turn around and go upstairs when song muzhe shouted.

"Why don't I come back tomorrow and press it for you?"

"No, have you forgotten that I learned this myself." Chu Jiasi laughed and joked about song muzhe.

That's stupid.

Song muzhe smiled, "good night."

Back home, star looked at him bitterly, with a big mango in his hand and yellow juice all around his mouth.

"I suspect you left me at home on purpose." Star said discontentedly. Anyway, he never played so late when he went out with song muzhe. He was called home at 3 or 4 p.m.

"No, you think too much. Pay attention to your image. It's more elegant to cut the meeting with a knife. " Song muzhe said carelessly, went to the sofa and sat down, turned on the TV and watched today's financial news.

After watching for a while, song muzhe felt a little sleepy. When he looked back, he found that star was still staring at him.

"What's the matter?" Song muzhe always felt a little hairy behind his back. He thought that star had really jumped off more and more recently. He dared to stare at him behind him. He was almost scared to death.

"I asked my grandmother. She said you told her the news of going to the horse farm."

Song muzhe looked complicated. "Why do you ask her this?"

"Otherwise, how can I know who leaked the news and left me at home. I can't see the white clouds!" Star screamed and rushed towards song muzhe with mango juice in his hand!