After the marriage, the giant is really fragrant every day [Transmigration Book]

Fearing that the audience would not believe it, Cen Xing issued a screenshot of the lottery notarization and showed the all-round monitoring of the stables. He said relaxedly: "If you find any loopholes, please let me know at any time. The process is guaranteed to be completely open, and there is no possibility of cheating."

In an instant, the barrage was so dense that it almost blocked Cen Xing's face: "People are stupid and have a lot of money", "The stupid X rich second generation wants to be popular and crazy"...

The manager of the racecourse beside him couldn't help persuading: "Mr. Cen, equestrianism is not as simple as you imagined. Although your husband and younger brother are equestrian stars, it doesn't mean that you also..."

After all, in the eyes of the public, compared with Meng Qian, Cen Xing, the sudden appearance of the eldest son of Meng, is like a lump of mud covered with flowers, with nothing but his face.

"Thank you for the reminder." Cen Xing didn't look angry at all, ignored all the malicious comments on the bullet screen, set up the camera, and began to explain: "What I'm looking for today is a warm-blooded horse, I hope this future comrade-in-arms will be Strong, jumpy, lively, and a pony that fits me right in."

He was live broadcasting all the way in the racecourse, attracting many coaches and students in the racecourse to watch. Not only the barrage, but also the background sound, there were also many whispers and mocking boos. The news naturally spread to Lu Mingshen's ears quickly.

In Lu's general manager's office, the assistants did not dare to show their air, and even the secretary outside the office held his breath and pricked up his ears to listen.Ever since Lu Mingshen became disabled due to an accident, no one dared to mention anything related to equestrianism in front of him, for fear of provoking him, the first to suffer would be those migrant workers.

After reading the assistant's report at a glance, Lu Mingshen turned to the computer, and when everyone thought he was going to get angry, he said calmly, "Show me the replay of his horse selection."

Turning on the video without saying a word, Lu Mingshen saw that Cen Xing, who didn't speak much in front of him in the morning, was quiet and introverted, and now he was full of energy and his smile was as bright as a sunflower. He pointed firmly at an unremarkable sorrel pony in the herd: " I want him."

The sun was shining brightly in the camera, and Cen Xing's black eyes were shining brightly. He stared at the selected pony, raised his head confidently, and didn't know what he was thinking. Two cute dimples appeared on his cheeks.

"Give me the address of the live broadcast." Lu Mingshen seemed to be hit hard for some reason, continued to click on the link, raised his eyes and asked the assistant: "Is this my racecourse?"

In the picture, Cen Xing puts on a set of sportswear, rolls up his sleeves, revealing his white and strong arms; his T-shirt is soaked in sweat, outlining a well-proportioned figure of a young man, with his hands open, holding only a rope, trying to get closer A pony that hops left and right.

Not sure what the boss was thinking, the assistant nodded tremblingly, but he heard Lu Mingshen say: "Understood, I have a private call to make, you can go out."

After chasing each other with the horse for nearly half an hour, Cen Xing was out of breath, and his vision was almost blurred by sweat. He felt that the physical fitness of this body was really not very good, so he only ran about ten laps, and his knees couldn't help shaking.It seems that he still has a long way to go to start again here.

When the audience gloated and thought that he was going to be unable to hold on, he raised his arms, adjusted his breathing, moved forward step by step, and approached the pony next to the railing again.Surprisingly, this time the horse did not run away in a hurry, but tilted its head to look at him, as if waiting for something.

"What I just showed you is the pressure training method. By imitating the horse's body language, tell him 'I am the boss'. You see, now he is willing to follow me." Sweat slid from his forehead and condensed on the tip of his chin On the corner of his mouth, Cen Xing patted the horse's neck with the pride of a teenager, and encouraged him: "Later, I will give my little friend a horse racing kindergarten class."

"Mr. Cen!" It was a gray-haired horseman who passed the bridle to Cen Xing, handed him a bottle of water by the way, and said in a low voice with his back to the camera: "Put your hands down a bit, and use it for a while More stable."

"Thank you." Cen Xing replied gratefully, took the water, watched the horseman who didn't want to show his face go away, and glanced at the live broadcast again, it seemed that most of the malicious barrage had been cleared, and the rest was mostly "sucking horses" "Lucky draw" "Crowd watching", there are a few questions asking what is the kindergarten curriculum.

"The horse racing kindergarten class is to do circles." After adjusting the bridle of the horse, Cen Xing leaned against the railing, rested while drinking water, and looked at the camera mischievously: "It may seem a bit boring, but this is what every horse must complete If you have any questions, please feel free to ask, and I will try my best to answer if I can.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the barrage came alive again in an instant: "Why did you start this live broadcast?" "Why did you marry Young Master Lu?" "Does your husband know you're spending so much money?"...

"Let's talk about the reason for the live broadcast first." Cen Xing lazily raised his chin, blinked his eyes, and explained in an orderly manner: "I want everyone to see me as I am, not an appendage of the Lu family or the Meng family." After taking a sip of water and reading the next two questions, he laughed out loud and waved enthusiastically to the camera: "Why did you marry Lu Mingshen? It's not obvious, how handsome he is! Seeing his face, he can eat a few more meals." Bowl. I didn't tell him, but he might already know, if Lao Gong is watching the live broadcast, hello Mr. Lu!"

Knowing that Cen Xing was joking, Lu Mingshen stared at the glistening lips of the man in the picture, water droplets slid down from the corners of the upturned lips, leaving a reflective water trail, crystal clear.

When he took a taxi home from the racecourse, it was completely dark, and Cen Xing was almost paralyzed from exhaustion, and he just wanted to lie down quickly.Unfortunately, the car was approaching the villa. A big red sports car blocked the door of the villa where he lived impartially, as if afraid that others would not notice.

The taxi driver shrugged: "I can't get through, is it okay here?"

"Okay." When the car stopped, Cen Xing had a bad premonition in his heart. He straightened his clothes and walked straight to the villa without looking at the sports car in front of the door.Just as he pushed open the fence, a long "吥" horn sounded behind him, which was extremely ear-piercing in the surrounding silence.

Turning around without changing his face, Cen Xing finally saw the young man on the sports car clearly. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses that he thought he was a celebrity, almost covering half of his face.

Sneering from the bottom of his heart, Cen Xing stepped forward and said politely, "Sir, it's quite disrespectful to honk your horn indiscriminately. In order to prevent me from finding a property to tow the car, I advise you to disappear automatically."

The youthful expression froze on his face, he laughed dryly, pushed open the car door, took off his sunglasses and said, "It's my first time here, so I don't know. Brother, don't try to bully people with your mouth. Brother Mingshen won't indulge you like we do. "

He opened his mouth to imply his understanding of Lu Mingshen. The person in front of Cen Xing was none other than Yuan Shushou, the fake young master brought up by the Meng family——Meng Qian, with a pair of naturally attractive fox eyes and a face like a pretty girl.

The original owner's image in the Meng family is so poor, Meng Qian "can't deny it", Cen Xing raised his eyebrows: "Don't worry about it, I love it like this."

Knowing that Meng Qian was one of the masterminds behind Lu Mingshen's disability, Cen Xing was not foolish enough to listen to his provocations, let alone think that he could do anything good by coming to him.

"Hey, you don't have to force yourself, and you even made a nondescript live broadcast to make people watch jokes. I felt sorry for you after watching it." Meng Qian pouted, his eyes full of grievances. He knew how to anger Cen Xing, so he pretended Softly persuaded: "I heard that you and Mom had a fight, I came here specially to persuade you to go back and bow your head to Mom to admit your mistake."

However, Cen Xing only said indifferently: "Don't return, don't bb, let's go."

The expression of "begging for perfection" on Meng Qian's face froze for a moment, rolled his eyes, and said softly: "I know you are angry with me, and took away your parents' attention. If you want to blame, blame me. Take it out on your parents, they are innocent."

I am the orthodox heir of the Meng family cultivated by my parents for so many years with real money. Thinking of this, Meng Qian is very proud. Unlike some people, I don’t look like a prince in a dragon robe.

Liangliang glanced at him, and Cen Xing said calmly: "It's good to know, a counterfeit must have the consciousness of a counterfeit."

Wrinkling his nose, a hint of sarcasm flashed in Meng Qian's eyes. He didn't expect Cen Xing to still be hooked. Could it be that he thought that with Lu Mingshen's backing, he could do whatever he wanted?Just as he was about to make trouble, he glanced at the surveillance camera in front of the door, pursed his lips, and grabbed Cen Xing's sleeve: "I heard that Mrs. Lu and brother Mingshen's mother don't like you very much, in case you boast now Haikou, you have a good relationship with brother Mingshen, if you turn around and get kicked out of the Lu family, your parents will be very sad."

"Aren't you jealous?" Cen Xing took his little tricks into his eyes, dodged lightly, and said calmly: "The parents you talk about are actually my biological parents. You think the Lu family will definitely look down on them. Me, who would have thought that Lu Mingshen and I both got the certificates, and you are the only one living in the hypocrisy, and nothing you own is justifiable."

No one knew that Meng Qian had been secretly in love with Lu Mingshen for many years, that person was like a rock, he would not take it hard.He thought that if Lu Mingshen didn't accept him, he would definitely look down on the vulgar Cen Xing, but he didn't expect that the two would get married in a flash. He came back this time just to find out what kind of shady methods Cen Xing used.

"Don't you know? Dad has already suspended all the credit cards under your name." Meng Qian tried to maintain the hypocritical sympathy on the surface, but his eyes betrayed his thoughts. The car can't even sit."

Just as Cen Xing was about to speak, a luxury convoy suddenly drove into the corner: Bugatti Veyron, Ferrari, Maybach...

"Mr. Cen," the first Bentley stopped in front of the two of them. Tang Jin got off the co-pilot and said politely: "These are the cars arranged for your transportation. I don't know which one you are used to. If you are not used to it , you can buy them all, and then provide a driver.”

Meng Qian's face turned pale: "Why, how come?"

He is the heir of the Meng family, and his father never bought him so many cars at one time, so why should he be named Cen? !

"Please arrange a driver." Deciding to carry out the role of the vicious male supporting role to the end, Cen Xing quickly shook off his hand, flicked the dust on his clothes, and said in a long voice: "Also, my afternoon live broadcast, since you I saw it, and I will give you a reminder, don't think that if Lu Mingshen retires, you will be able to sit firmly at the top of the competition standings."

The expression on Meng Qian's face suddenly collapsed: "You..."

"Mr. Tang, can I trouble you to contact the property owner?" Without looking at Meng Qian who was jumping, Cen Xing lightly left a sentence "Please pick me up at five o'clock tomorrow morning", turned around and entered the door neatly, and closed the iron fence smoothly.

"Mr. Meng," Tang Jin politely blocked the angry Meng Qian, "Honking is forbidden in this community, if you don't want to be blacklisted by the property..."

"Remember it!" Meng Qian glared at him viciously, then closed the car door with a bang, stepped on the gas pedal, and disappeared at the corner of the street.

During the day, the feeling was not obvious, but when Cen Xing picked up vegetables, he noticed that his arms were sore, and his eyelids couldn't help but fight. After taking a bath, he lay down on the bedding in large characters, and got up and wrote the training plan.

Because he was too tired, he didn't bother to care about it. The original owner's clothes disappeared at some point, and the wardrobe was replaced with rows of brand-new custom-made suits; One more latest magnetic therapy massage chair.

Glancing at his phone, he still didn't receive Lu Mingshen's email. He didn't know if that person was too busy to talk to him, or he didn't know what he was doing at all.

Do you want to send an email "report"?Cen Xing lay on the bed, clicked on Lu Mingshen's delivery address, and thought about what to say, but he couldn't overcome his tiredness, so he closed his eyes unknowingly.

In another villa not far from him, Lu Mingshen saw him fall asleep, gently put down his phone, and clicked to zoom in without thinking: Cen Xing was wearing a gray silk pajamas, and one button could be vaguely seen The imaginative white inside, the arched quilt outline depicts his slender figure; his crow-feather-like thick eyelashes fit on the lower eyelids, and the two rose-colored lips are slightly opened, reminiscent of spring god, Adonis of the waters...