Han Xiaotu looked up and smiled flattered. As a servant, she was not used to being mentioned by Song Yina.

"That's right, even if you only invite my cousin to go out to play, I will go with you like a slut! Haha~ Don't think about getting rid of me. If you have something fun, you must have my share~"

Song Yina smiled, unconsciously amused by Mo Yichen's energetic appearance.

Nangong Zeye was not talking, he was just observing Song Yina secretly with too much concentration. Apart from her pair of lake-blue eyes, there were so many things about her that were very similar to his mother, including the way she spoke and smiled.

They are so similar, so... strange!

Han Xiaotu, who noticed that Nangong Zeye was losing his temper, deliberately turned away her gaze from the young master, her heart beating unnaturally, as if something was manically disturbing her heart.

Silently clenching her chopsticks, Han Xiaotu lowered her head to eat, while Mo Yichen opposite her kept looking at her suspiciously.

Suddenly Han Xiaotu didn't dare to look into Mo Yichen's eyes, for fear that he would see through something.

He always felt that beneath that overly playful and lazy mask, there was a keen insight hidden deep inside, which would be exposed to him if he was not careful.

A week passed quickly. On the weekend, Nangong Zeye invited a large group of rich young ladies from the upper class to go horse riding at the racecourse.

Mo Yichen naturally went with him, and Song Yina was also invited to attend, because a few days ago, they had discussed finding time to hang out together.

Although Song Yina is weak and beautiful, she also has a boy-like enthusiasm for horse riding. It seems that her parents have taught her since she was a child to live a ladylike life in front of others, so she still has a suppressed free and easy and passionate spirit in her bones.

Bar.

So Song Yina, who has been going to the racecourse with her father since she was a child, is no stranger to horseback riding.

Because there were so many people, a group of people suggested that we have a horse riding competition.

Mo Yichen, Nangong Zeye, and Song Yina were assigned to the same group. They were in the second group. Song Yina was wearing handsome white trousers and brown riding boots today. Her long black hair was tied up into a ponytail. Look.

It looks clean and neat.

Soon, the staff at the racecourse led a white horse in front of Song Yina, and Song Yina stepped on it skillfully, without any sense of weakness in her own body.

At this time, Nangong Zeye and Mo Yichen also got on the horse. Their handsome faces, tall and proud postures, and the heroic appearance of riding on horseback immediately attracted the attention of those next to them.

Several rich girls screamed loudly.

When women are infatuated, it really doesn't matter what grade they are in.

Soon, with the referee's whistle, the horses in the second group also ran forward at the same time.

Originally, a group of people were all starting from the same starting point. Soon, the distance gradually widened and they were separated. Nangong Zeye and Mo Yichen have been running side by side at the front of the team.

However, the person following closely behind them was not the other young masters in the same group, but Song Yina, who looked heroic at this moment. Her delicate and beautiful face was particularly eye-catching at the moment, and the flying black hair behind her was blowing beautifully in the wind.

of arc.
Chapter completed!