CHAPTER 167: CHAPTER 167: NOT SO ANNOYING (8)

"In an hour, it’s mine." Fu Nancheng leisurely picked up some food with his chopsticks, wearing a victorious smirk.

"You..."

Qiao Mo was quite angry; this damned man was clearly trying to oppose her.

She hung her head low in dejection, indeed, a man with unmet desires is the most terrifying!

Does she have to go to the equestrian club by herself...

...

Two days later, early in the morning.

Fu Nancheng took Qiao Mo to the Royal Equestrian Club.

Qiao Mo was in high spirits all the way, not expecting he would actually bring her here, when he had firmly refused before.

Could it be that her efforts in the past two days have finally paid off!

Indeed, the tiger’s fur still needs to be smoothed in the right direction.

Qiao Mo praised herself heartily in her mind, but as soon as she followed Fu Nancheng and saw the fine horses in the distance, her legs began to weaken involuntarily.

The scene of being thrown off the horse that day seemed like it was just yesterday, making her heart tremble for no reason.

"Mr. Fu, these are two spirited horses that have been well-trained and thoroughly checked to ensure safety." The club’s manager personally greeted them, followed by two horse trainers and two tall chestnut steeds.

Fu Nancheng waved his hand dismissively, and the few people bowed and stepped back.

Because it was early, the vast horse field had only the two of them, with Shiwu and two bodyguards standing not far away.

Qiao Mo stood in front of one horse, gently stroking its cheek, the horse swayed slightly, but wasn’t resistant.

Really now, it looks so obedient... how could it become so violent.

Qiao Mo turned to look at Fu Nancheng beside her, a bit uneasy, even knowing that the previous horse was drugged, she was still afraid.

"Get on the horse." Fu Nancheng spoke in a deep voice.

Qiao Mo shook her head, stepping back two steps: "I don’t want to."

Fu Nancheng frowned, his dark eyes settled on Qiao Mo without a word.

Qiao Mo just held onto the reins, still standing in front of the horse, unmoving.

The two remained at a stalemate, time passing slowly, Fu Nancheng spoke again in a deep voice, his tone a bit colder: "Get on the horse."

"I don’t want to..." Qiao Mo whispered, her head slightly lowered.

She was just scared, she didn’t want to get on.

Before she could come to her senses, Fu Nancheng grabbed her arm, pulling her to the side of the saddle, lifting her up in an attempt to throw her onto the horse.

Qiao Mo was truly frightened, clutching his neck tightly, her voice choked with a slight sob: "I don’t want to... I’m scared!"

Warm fragrance and soft jade in his arms, hearing her soft, sweet voice, he couldn’t harden his heart.

He knew she was scared, but some things, if you don’t face them, you’ll be afraid forever.

He didn’t want her to fall off the horse again next time!

"Let go." Hardening his heart, his voice turned a bit colder.

Qiao Mo, with red eyes, hugged his neck tightly, feeling inexplicably wronged.

She... she was scared, and that’s why she asked him to teach her, but why was he being so fierce...

"I won’t let go!" Qiao Mo hugged tighter, fearing that she couldn’t twist against him, she wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to his shoulder, refusing to let go.

Her hair slipped into his collar, arousing him slightly.

"Let go, be good." His tone softened a bit, unable to harden his heart upon seeing her like this.

"I don’t want to ride anymore, I want to go home..." Qiao Mo’s fingers clutched at his clothes, speaking softly.

Qiao Mo knew that she was the one who said she wanted to come, the one who refused to get on the horse, and now the one who said she wanted to go home. Yet as soon as she saw these horses, she couldn’t help but recall the scene of dust flying that day.