Getting married, the president's uncle is too sultry!

Chapter 139 Master Attacker Wang Qing didn't intend to answer Wang Miaomiao's question, but unexpectedly, an annoying figure caught her eyelids.

In an instant, she frowned slightly.

Cong Yifei, Shang Nantian and Murong Ye all saw the two of them, they nodded politely, and sat down at the empty table next to them.

Wang Miaomiao also nodded slightly to express her goodwill, but Wang Qing's face was cold and did not warm up at all.

Similarly, Shang Nantian also had a stern face, he just wanted to strangle Wang Qing who was sitting across from him.

"Sister, are you in a bad mood? Who messed with you?" Subconsciously, Wang Miaomiao glanced at the next table.

The three rich and handsome men have good looks, sitting together, it really becomes a beautiful scenery.

Uh-huh...Although that Murong Ye was tearfully told by his ex-wife that he was inhumane, he was different. Many women immediately became nympho when they saw him, and his charm did not decrease at all.

After knowing that he is single, regardless of whether he can be humane, he seems to be more popular with women.

"Wang Miaomiao, where did you see that I am in a bad mood? I saw your eyes glowing, and you are committing a nympho. If you like those scumbags next door, then you go, I don't bother to talk to you .”

"Sister, don't you like men? Don't you like those three handsome guys next door?"

Annoyed, Wang Qing rolled her eyes at Wang Miaomiao, "I don't like men, I like money!"

"Oh... I thought that apart from Murong Ye, the other two men could at least come into your sight, but unfortunately, you disdain it. Sister, Cong Yifei has been staring at you, could it be that he has taken a fancy to you gone?"

"Wang Miaomiao, can you not be so boring? Next time, find a man to accompany you to dinner, don't call me."

"Did I ask you out because I didn't have a man? Can Hong Kong girls like us, who are independent and independent, be able to be held by ordinary men?"

Staring at Wang Miaomiao meaningfully, Wang Qing was too lazy to make a sound, and continued to eat.

They chatted quietly at the table next to the good-looking man at the next table, and Cong Yifei and the others also chatted about the Wang family sisters.

"The Wang family's six golden flowers really live up to their reputation, and each one is sharper than the other. Nan Tian, ​​Wang Qing is over there, why don't you go over and say hello to him? Mrs. Female President Gong, you're really good if you can soak up it."

Cong Yifei laughed mischievously, he stared at Wang Qing from time to time, he was not afraid of dying and teasing Shang Nantian.

"Go, if you like her, just say it. Don't involve me, I'm not interested in her. Even if all the women in the world die, she can't be in my eyes. I'd rather be short than abuse."

Murong Ye looked at Shang Nantian amusedly, but he remained silent.

Cong Yifei's eyebrows fluttered with a smile, and he continued to tease: "The more you say that, the more I feel that you have a ghost in your heart. Is it something that happened to you and Wang Qing that made you worry about it?"

"Cong Yifei, don't say I know you, no matter how you hear it, you feel that you are entrusted by others." Annoyed, Shang Nan gave Cong Yifei a blank look.

As soon as their order came out, Shang Nantian ate by himself, he didn't bother to talk about Cong Yifei and Murong Ye.

As long as he made a sound, they would definitely make fun of him. If they had known that he would not have brought them to this restaurant for dinner, they would run into Wang Qing, that tomboy.

"Nantian, your sister-in-law has been staring at you!"

Shang Nantian was almost choked by Murong Ye's teasing, he quickly took a few sips of his drink and swallowed the food in his mouth.

After exhaling a few breaths, Shang Nantian glared at Murong Ye displeasedly, "Brother Ye, I think you are very free, you can fix your mother-in-law before you come to play tricks on me, I will accompany you at any time."

"Nan Tian, ​​if you and Wang Qing are aboveboard, what are you afraid of? We don't need to be embarrassed at all. However, you have no chance to see Wang Qing again, she has already paid the bill and left."

"Bastard, it's my bad luck to know you two!" Shang Nantian continued to eat, but he had a wry smile on his face.

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On Tuesday, Murong Ye and Shang Nantian went to Mai Zhijie's horse racing invitation.

The racecourse is located in Happy Valley in the heart of Hong Kong Island. It has an all-grass track with a length of 1417 meters. When Murong Ye and Shang Nantian arrived, the audience was almost full.

Horse racing betting has always been a special event in Hong Kong City. Many citizens are addicted to horse racing, and their enthusiasm is rising.

Many wealthy people in Hong Kong City are also keen on horse racing, and the vip viewing room is almost full.

Seeing Murong Ye and Shang Nantian coming, Mai Zhijie warmly hugged Murong Ye.

"I heard that President Murong's equestrian skills are quite amazing. I have three good horses for the competition and only two riders. If President Murong is interested, why don't you take the last BMW for me, I believe you will definitely win."

"Mr. Mai has won the prize. I'm afraid I won't get a good ranking for you and ruin the reputation of BMW. You should find a professional jockey!" Murong Ye smiled politely with his sexy thin lips, and he politely refused.

"President Murong, you are serious. I am very optimistic about you, so don't be humble. Do you know who will fight for my first BMW? Long Xiaoting, the president of Hongji Group, he will take the lead.

He is not afraid of losing, President Murong, you can afford to lose.However, I believe that you will win, and you must be the first.I have inquired about the news, the third group has no strong competitors, you can really try it. "

Shang Nantian stared at Mai Zhijie disdainfully, what kind of medicine is this smiling tiger selling?

He invited brother Ye to come and see the horse race, it was indeed not easy, if he asked him to be a jockey, would it be fraudulent?

For a moment, Shang Nantian looked at Murong Ye, and he signaled him to be careful of Mai Zhijie.

Before Murong Ye could express his opinion, Mai Zhijie continued: "President Murong, don't you dare to ride a horse? I heard the news recently, is it true what the former Mrs. Murong said? Have you ever fallen off a horse? Then……"

"Mr. Mai is really good at joking. If I don't run for you, won't you look down on me? If I don't even dare to ride a horse, is it because I can't do it? Mr. Mai's guess is really interesting, I didn't expect You pay so much attention to me. Well, I will run the third race for you, and I will explain in advance, please forgive me for not being the first!"

Murong Ye smiled unfathomably, his sharp eyes were staring at Mai Zhijie.

Even if he set up a pit for him, he would have to jump down to find out what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd!

It's really hard for Mai Zhijie, if he wants to pull him down, he has to please Qiao Zixiong, and even move out his default son-in-law.

"President Murong, don't worry about running. No matter what the result is, I will gladly accept it. The competition is all about participating and enjoying the process."

Mai Zhijie hugged Murong Ye again, and he wished him a triumphant return.

At the same time, his eyes were gloomy, and the smile on his face was very strange.

"If I were a few years younger, I would go to the game too. I envy you young people." Qiao Zixiong raised the corners of his lips slightly, and he gave Murong Ye and Long Xiaoting admiring glances. Binoculars, ready to watch the game at any time.

"Old Qiao is joking again. Let the young people compete in this competition. You and I can just watch with peace of mind."

"It's true. I'm not as imposing as I used to be. I'm getting old. Xiao Ting, President Murong, you guys, hurry up and get ready, the first round is about to begin."

Murong Ye and Long Xiaoting went to make preparations, Qiao Zixiong and Mai Zhijie chatted while looking at the racetrack through binoculars, Shang Nantian stood next to them, he didn't talk to him, he also looked at the racetrack through binoculars.

In the nearest auditorium, unexpectedly, Shang Nantian saw Zhou Tao's figure.

madam?How did she come to see the horse race?

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Long Xiaoting led the first race, and he ran No.1 without any suspense.

Qiao Zixiong was full of praise for this son-in-law who had long been fancy. He talked and laughed with Mai Zhijie, immersed in the gratifying results.

In the second round, the riders were all professional jockeys, and Mak Chi Kit's BMW did not disappoint him, running No.3.

It was already afternoon, and it was drizzling in the sky. However, the enthusiasm of the audience did not weaken at all. Many people were still watching intently with their newspapers.

Murong Ye had already changed into his knight uniform, and he was also getting ready on the track.

Indeed, his horse riding skills are not bad, and he has run many horse races and won them all.

Therefore, he really has no good excuses to evade Mak Zhijie, and he also knows that his motives are not pure.

At the start of the race, Murong Ye led the way. He was really hopeful to win the championship. With his skills, he was really sure of winning.

However, after running more than 500 meters, the horse he was riding refused to cooperate.

As soon as he put his feet on the horse's back, the horse swayed like crazy and started to run wildly.

Shang Nantian, who was standing on the vip viewing platform and watching this scene with a telescope, couldn't calm down anymore. He immediately ran out of the vip viewing room and ran to the auditorium closest to the runway.

You bastard, Mak Zhijie really does all kinds of evil!

The horse seemed to be on a stimulant, its mood was very unstable, no matter how Murong Ye tamed it, it was out of control, and it was still trying to throw him off.

If he fell off his horse at this time, the consequences would definitely be disastrous.

Even though Murong Ye had been thrown from the saddle by the horse, he was still holding on tightly to the rope.