Limited Time Contract: A Beautiful Wife Is Hard to Train

"This won't work, it's too dangerous." Fu Yihang shook his head with a smile, and walked away with Shen Simu in his arms.

"Yihang! Yihang" Shen Simu cried out unwillingly, she pulled Fu Yihang, and stomped her feet as if leaving.

Fu Yihang sighed helplessly, pointed to the tall black horse and said: "Simu, Hurricane is a fierce horse in the racecourse, ordinary people can't ride it, it's very dangerous."

Shen Simu smiled brightly, and assured Fu Yihang: "I started riding at the age of seven, and there is no problem at all."

Fu Yihang suddenly thought of the petite and vigorous figure on the racetrack that summer.

"Yihang. Don't worry, I can really do it!"

Saying that, Shen Simu cautiously walked towards Hurricane, Hurricane looked at Shen Simu fiercely, with handsome hair hanging by his side, and stomped his feet in protest.

Although she was a little scared, Shen Simu slowly touched the head of Hurricane.

"Look, Yihang, Hurricane accepts me." Shen Simu looked at Fu Yihang happily.

Hurricane is a fierce horse in the racecourse, no one can control it except him, and he usually has a character that refuses to accept anyone, but today it is rare for Shen Simu to get close.

He patted Hurricane's head and smiled inwardly: What's the matter?old man?Do you also recognize that this is your master's wife?

Shen Simu kept begging Fu Yihang, seeing that Hurricane accepted Shen Simu, he refused for no reason, nodded, and pulled Hurricane out of the stable.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, reflecting the pure golden light on the pure black body of the Hurricane. Facing the empty racecourse, the Hurricane looked contemptuously in his eyes, a Yang Azi who looked down on all the heroes. Going forward, the hurricane has strong limbs, muscular shoulders and crotch, graceful neck and limbs, and a thick, soft and neat mane.

If there is a thousand-mile horse in the world, then Hurricane is definitely one of them, Shen Simu couldn't help being in awe, and stretched out his hand to touch his slightly hot body.

Seeing Shen Simu's favorite appearance, Fu Yihang's heart softened, and he said softly: "Simu, you and Grace go change your clothes first, Hurricane and I are waiting for you here."

The French woman standing next to her came over and said in English, "Ma'am, this way please."

"Okay, I'll be right back." Shen Simu couldn't wait to look at Fu Yihang, and happily walked to the changing room with Grace.

Ten minutes later, Shen Simu came out wearing a gray traditional British equestrian suit, with slender legs and long waist, giving a clear view, stunning and unrestrained.

Shen Simu saw Fu Yihang showing a shy smile, and ran over to take the rein from Fu Yihang's hand: "Don't worry, Yihang."

"Be careful." Fu Yihang helped Shen Simu get on the horse.

Riding on horseback, Shen Simu felt a long-lost sense of familiarity in her heart. The last time she got on a horse was when she was in high school. In a flash, so many years have passed.

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With mixed feelings in her heart, Shen Simu showed a faint smile, gripped the rein tightly, clamped the horse's belly tightly, and said confidently: "Drive!"

"Woo" got the order, Hurricane raised his neck, stomped his feet, and rushed out quickly.

Shen Simu didn't expect the speed of the hurricane to be so fast, so she leaned back, but fortunately, she grabbed the rein tightly and locked it firmly on the horse.

The hurricane running like a merry-go-round, kept poking out its front and back hooves, as if deliberately playing tricks on Shen Simu, trying to throw her off her body.

"Simu!" ​​Fu Yihang shouted.

He could see that the hurricane was testing Shen Simu, but if Shen Simu was thrown off and stepped on by the hurricane, the consequences would be disastrous!

"Quickly, bring a horse out!" Fu Yihang eagerly turned his head and shouted to Grace.

"Okay, sir!" Grace ran into the stable to lead the horse in a panic.

At this time, Shen Simu was crouching behind Hurricane, clutching the reins, trying to calm Hurricane's emotions.

"Simu!"

Fu Yihang's voice came over, but now Shen Simu didn't have extra time to worry about Fu Yihang, her eyes were blurred, the hurricane was blowing violently, she could only concentrate on dealing with the hurricane below her.

Fu Yihang's brow was sweating anxiously, his eyes were tightly locked in meditation, for fear that she would fall off.

"Sir, the horse is coming!" Grace panicked holding a brown horse.

Holding the rein with one hand and the saddle with the other, Fu Yihang rode on the horse and ran towards Shen Simu with smooth movements.

Seeing that he couldn't get rid of Shen Simu no matter what, Hurricane gradually calmed down, and finally flicked his tail, bowed his head and surrendered to Shen Simu.

Holding on to the saddle, Shen Simu let out a long breath, cold sweat dripped from the hat and stuck to her slender eyelashes.

"Simu!"

Fu Yihang rushed over on his horse, seeing that Shen Simu was fine, he hugged her down with one hand.

"Simu, are you alright? Are you alright?" Fu Yihang looked Shen Simu up and down, holding her face in his hands, his eyes were scarlet, and the trembling pupils were enough to show how worried and anxious he was.

Shen Simu wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, pretending to be relaxed and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Yihang, I'm fine."

After finishing speaking, she turned back and patted Hurricane on the head, and asked with a smile, "How do you feel?"

Hurricane turned his head and rubbed against Fu Yihang as if to please him, as if begging for his forgiveness. Fu Yihang patted Hurricane's head lightly, and said: "Hurricane, if you bully my wife again, I will get angry."

Hurricane raised his front hoof, poked Fu Yihang, and approached him with a sweep of his tail.

"Yihang, a fierce horse has its own temper. If I want to ride it, I must conquer it. It doesn't matter." Shen Simu persuaded.

Knowing that Shen Simu likes hurricanes, Fu Yihang finally sighed helplessly and compromised: "Don't worry, I won't punish it."

"Let's go, Hurricane, let's ride two more laps." Shen Simu stepped on Hurricane again.

"Roar" Hurricane let out a long cry, as if responding to Shen Simu's words, he ran to the side excitedly.

Looking at the girl's bright smile in the sun, Fu Yihang was in a daze, as if he had returned to that scorching summer day many years ago.

On that day 18 years ago, 12-year-old Fu Yihang went horseback riding with his parents, and Xu Zerui's family was with him.

"Hey! Fu Yihang, what are you doing? Why don't you change your clothes?" Ten-year-old Xu Zerui looked at Fu Yihang with wide eyes in a white equestrian suit.

Fu Yihang gave Xu Zerui a blank look, walked to the side, and muttered, "Exaggerated."

Xu Zerui chased after him, and said beside him, "Hey, what do you know? How much of a knight am I?"

Fu Yihang twitched the corner of his mouth in disgust, and asked back: "Knight? I think you look like a waiter!"

"Hey! Fu Yihang!" Xu Zerui stared at his round eyes and stomped his feet angrily.

Fu Yihang didn't want to say anything more to Xu Zerui, so he went to the stable alone to choose horses.

"Little friend, why did you come here by yourself?" The cleaning staff in the stable saw Fu Yihang, squatted down and said to him.