Duan Zhuo's eyes seemed to fall on her.

As soon as she raised her lips at him, Zuo Wenlun was under the horse and said, "Miss Zhi, your hands can be relaxed a little..."

"good……"

Not far away.

Duan Zhuo's eyes fell on the two people in the horse farm.

OK, let other men teach horse riding.

She laughed so happily.

As for the days when I’ve been chatting for so long? What’s there to talk about?

Duan Zhuo licked the back of the teeth, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, making his eyes even colder.

After a while, Duan Zhuo put down his coffee, held his eyelashes and stood up: "Lao Zhuang, Uncle Sheng, you guys talk first, I'll go ride a horse for a while."

"good."

When Sheng Hua saw the man leave, he smiled at Zhuang Jiarong and said, "Xiao Duan still loves riding horses like he was when he was a child."

Zhuang Jiarong smiled but said nothing.

Love riding.

I just couldn't sit here, so I went for the little girl.

Duan Zhuo changed his clothes and took the black purebred horse he often rode in the horse circle.

The dark horse is tall and has a shiny mane. It is the fastest horse breed in the racing horse. It is brave and powerful. Just standing there, you will feel majestic.

In the horse farm, Zhimian saw Duan Zhuo riding a dark horse towards her direction. The man had a cold face, and at this moment he was even more masculine and bloody. Zhimian was also led by Zuo Wenlun to the entrance of the horse farm to meet him.

"Duan Zhuo, do you want to ride a horse, too?"

The man glanced at Zuo Wenlun, and his dark eyes fell on her: "Come here, I'll take you to ride."

Zhimian was slightly stunned. Seeing that he urged him again, just as he was about to dismount, a woman was riding a red-brown horse and finally pulled the reins and stopped in front of them.

The woman looked at Duan Zhuo and raised her chin slightly: "I heard from my dad that you are here, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Zhimian was surprised in his heart.

Who is this person?

Duan Zhuo glanced at her indifferently, "Is there anything wrong?"

The woman has long hair, her cold white skin looks particularly cold, and her eyes are arrogant: "I'm comparing two games? I'm worried about not finding an opponent recently."

Duan Zhuo snorted, "Just your skills?"

"Who do you look down on me? The one I ride now is just the fastest on the horse farm, and you may not be able to compare with me." The woman looked at Zhimian and raised her lips and smiled: "Don't you mind playing two games with him, do you?"

Zhimian nodded a little confused: "It's okay, you guys play..."

"Let's go, do you dare?"

The woman looked at Duan Zhuo.

Duan Zhuo pulled the corner of his mouth, sneered, and immediately turned the direction of the horse and rode towards the obstacle field next to him. The woman followed.

After the two left, Zhimian asked Zuo Wenlun: "Who is that lady?"

"That's the daughter of our Mr. Sheng. He is the first-class female rider in the horse farm. He has very good skills."

Zhimian saw the two of them walking to the obstacle course. After the game started, the two horses were galloping and jumping, with their manes fluttering, dyed with bright light, one black and one red and brown, which was particularly handsome.

She watched Duan Zhuo reach the finish line with a slightly leading speed, with an arrogant smile on the corner of her lips. What did the woman talk to him, and after a while, the second round began again.

Men have a strong desire to win and lose, pursue passion and speed, while women are heroic and brave, and there is a particularly harmonious beauty between them.

Very good match.

These four words popped up, Zhimian felt so sad.

Who made her know how to do this at all? Zhimian looked back embarrassedly and continued to ride a white horse in the elderly group.

She fiddled with her little thoughts in her heart and asked Zuo Wenlun: "How long will it take if she wants to learn that lady like that?"

"Ms. Sheng has been riding since she was a child. If she wants to race horses, she has to practice for at least one year."

“…”

Well, then she probably won't have this opportunity.

After Zhimian gradually became proficient, Zuo Wenlun loosened the reins and asked Zhimian to try it out by himself. He kept his distance and did not follow him.

She is gentle and she handles it well.

After walking for a while, the reins were suddenly pulled, and a gust of wind suddenly surged from behind me, the saddle sank, and a warm feeling swept from behind me, carrying a cold mint fragrance.

She fell back and leaned against a warm chest.

Zhimian turned his head immediately and met the man's clearly contoured side face, "Duan Zhuo?"

The man wrapped his arms around her from behind, followed her hand, held the saddle, and smirked at the corner of his mouth, and his voice was low: "How is it, is it fun?"

Zhimian didn't expect him to come to find her.

In a blink of an eye, Zuo Wenlun was gone: "Where is that coach?"

Duan Zhuo looked at her: "Do you like him to accompany you more?"

"Of course not..."

The girl vetoed quickly, and Duan Zhuo's emotions stretched out: "We live in the world of two people, and the others are in the way."

Duan Zhuo took the reins and joked: "Your horse is walking slower than a turtle."

Zhimian lowered his eyes and muttered: "I don't know. If you want to ride faster, you can go to the racetrack with others."

Two seconds later, the man's deep laughter came from his ears, as if the electric current was about to make her ears crisp.

"Children."

"……what."

"Do you know you're cute when you're jealous?"

She was embarrassed and embarrassed and thoughts were exposed, so she simply pretended to die and refused to speak.

Duan Zhuo explained: "That person is Uncle Sheng's daughter. She and I were in the same horse riding class when we were young. We often competed, and she hated me very much."

"Why?"

Duan Zhuo smiled, "Because she loses to me every time."

No wonder they were very familiar with each other in the past, but they had known each other before.

"It's just torture her," he raised his eyebrows lazily, "Where is there any fun riding a horse with your partner? Are you right?"

“…”

Zhimian's cheeks turned red.

Well, she admitted that she was so stupid that she was coaxed by him.

Duan Zhuo hugged her steadily behind her back and slowly raised his speed, "Don't be afraid, I'll take you to ride for a while."

The horse's hooves accelerated, Zhimian rose and fell with the saddle, but he felt particularly at ease because Duan Zhuo was behind her. Her shiny curly hair was like a golden wave of wheat under the wind and waves, fluctuating gently. Duan Zhuo's chin leaned against her side face, smelling the sweet aroma of tea on her body, with a few beads of sweat on her nose, and her cheeks were tender and tender.

Duan Zhuo usually gallops on the dark horse and wants to pursue the stimulation of fast galloping.

At this moment, the warmth and softness are in my arms, and I feel more comfortable and comfortable, and it is hard to give up.

Riding a horse and hudding your beloved is the romance of a man.

The grassland is vast, and the blue sky and green grass are about to connect to each other.

Duan Zhuo was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable because of the bumps, so he stopped slowly and Zhimian smiled: "The speed is just right, and it is indeed more fun than the speed I used to do."

Duan Zhuo chuckled in her ear: "It's certainly comfortable to be faster."

Zhimian turned around and saw the smirk on his face. After he was taken by him, he could easily hear another meaning from his words. He immediately turned red from his neck to his ears and angrily said, "Can you..."

Before he finished speaking, Duan Zhuo turned his face and kissed her lips.

There was no one everywhere, with only the gentle sound of wind in my ears. Zhimian's heart was throbbing, slowly closing his eyes, feeling his face being gently picked up, and the man's kiss became particularly gentle.

During the fall, the sound of horse hooves came from his ears. Zhimian was so scared that he stopped immediately. In a blink of an eye, he saw the Qianjin of the Sheng family riding a horse and quickly passing by them. His eyes fell on the two of them for a moment, and then he pulled up the corners of his mouth and withdrew his eyes: "Ga——"

Zhimian's face exploded like a small tomato.

The other party's eyes just now seemed to be laughing at them: [Where are riding a horse, why are you two here?]

Duan Zhuo sneered, rubbed Zhimian's head, and said, "No matter who she is, let's continue."

“…”-

After lunch at Shenghua's private horse farm at noon, after the business negotiations were completed, Duan Zhuo took Zhimian away and returned to Lincheng District.

The two agreed to go to Xincheng Yujing in the afternoon to get something.
To be continued...