Xu Jing rolled his eyes again and said helplessly, "Brother, you tricked me here under the pretext of an endorsement, and then you told me you wanted me to accompany you to the party.

Do you think your reason is far-fetched and reasonable?

Do you think I would have come if I had known you were asking me to attend a party?"

He would never come even if he was beaten to death, and he would never pretend to be a grandson in front of Mr. Mo.

According to his previous temper, he would not be afraid even if all of them came at him, let alone Mr. Mo.

Now, due to the plot, I can't break up with them. I can only accept it.

Even so, Xu Jing still abides by the principles and does things as long as it does not cross the bottom line.

Who knew that these guys were so shameless, just like when they were playing games, he was the only one who worked diligently to reach the national server.

As a result, he was told that everyone around him was related to someone else. How could an ordinary person like him survive?

"Listen carefully, you brought me into this circle. It wasn't me who wanted to be in your circle."

Mo Zechuan was puzzled.

"Didn't you ask me to resolve the family relationship? I'm already working on it.

You have to show your support, otherwise I'm just wasting my time."

He didn't expect that a man is harder to please than a woman. He didn't even know what made Zhou Jinxi unhappy.

If you think about it carefully, he is also trying hard to change.

Wait a minute.

Mo Zechuan suddenly realized that Zhou Jinxi's identity was wrong. He was not in the same class as himself, so his perspective on the problem was wrong.

He thought that all he had to do was introduce his family to Zhou Jinxi, and the other two people would be able to help him get it done.

Actually, no, it’s because he was not informed in advance, so it was difficult for him to integrate into his family.

It's already a great honor for him to not show any disrespect to him, he can't go any further.

Mo Zechuan placed his hands on his shoulders and said humbly, "I'm sorry, I should have informed you in advance. Whether you agree or not, you should have known what was going on. It's not fair to keep you here without telling me."

Is that more like a word?

Xu Jing's expression eased slightly, and he pushed his hand away, saying, "I appreciate your attitude of admitting your mistakes. But to be honest, I would have been happy if you had done this before. But now..."

Xu Jing sighed, everything could not be undone.

People grow too slowly, and he has no patience to wait any longer.

He couldn't let Ning Su down, so he could only let Mo Zechuan down.

Mo Zechuan selectively ignored Ning Su and directly pulled his sleeve into his own exclusive horse farm.

The rich ones have their own separate breeding rooms and separate horse breeders to feed their horses.

"In an emergency, you can use my horse."

Mo Zechuan explained, "Xiaohong has a gentle temperament. You are an excellent horseman, so using your skills on her would be a waste of your talent. But give her some practice. Once you are familiar with her, I will buy you a better one."

"Don't bother. Horses are expensive to keep. You don't need to spend money on me."

Xu Jing watched the man lead the red-maned horse out, and his eyes fell on his horse and he couldn't take his eyes off it. "Good horse."

A good horse deserves a good saddle. After putting on a series of protective gear, Xu Jing took the horse from the stable attendant and then reached out to Mo Zechuan. "Give me back my hat."

Hey, he thought he was invited to join the horse.

It turned out to be for a hat.

Mo Zechuan was greatly disappointed, and handed over the hat in his hand angrily, and described the rules of the horse farm to him in detail.

After Xu Jing listened patiently, Mo Zechuan asked someone to put on protective gear for him, but he stopped him. "No need."

Xu Jing touched the horse's head and smiled slightly. When their eyes met, he had naturally tamed the horse.

At this moment, he didn't even need anyone to help him onto the horse. He could jump on the horse skillfully and enjoy a moment of pleasure.

"Hey, slow down." Seeing him jump on the horse and control it to walk slowly forward, Mo Zechuan hurried over and grabbed the reins in his hand. "Safety first, be careful."

"Okay, I'll play for a while, you watch."

Xu Jing whistled with his right hand, and the red-maned horse immediately let out a long neigh.

After Mo Zechuan let go of the horse, the horse carrying him ran straight towards the horse farm.

In a few seconds, he ran a long way away. Even if his vision was long, he could not follow his figure. He could only watch him riding a horse on the racecourse, galloping freely.

"Ha ha."

The young man is full of vigor and his laughter is hearty and audible.

Seeing this, Mr. Mo, who was still resting in the VIP seats at the racecourse, slowly stood up with the support of Zhou Shaoheng, leaning on his crutches.

Mr. Mo had very good eyesight when he was young, but he developed presbyopia as he got older, and he couldn't see people clearly when they were close.

From a distance, he saw a blue shadow sitting on the red-maned horse of his grandson Mo Zechuan and playing freely.

The horse under his feet was no longer a tool horse that was deliberately put on display in front of him, and he was not a novice who was so cautious that he was afraid that the horse would get angry and throw him off.

His movements were skillful and natural, and he could achieve the result Mr. Mo wanted without deliberately showing off his horsemanship.

What he wanted to see was the young man described in the poem, "In his youth, he was dressed in fine clothes and rode a vigorous horse. He lived up to his youth and acted wisely." He originally thought that he would never see him in his lifetime, but he did not expect to have an unexpected surprise when he came to the racecourse. It was really what he wanted.

"Old man." Zhou Shaoheng was a perceptive man. Seeing the old man staring intently at Zhou Jinxi on horseback, he knew something was up. "Please sit here for a while. I'll bring him over to see you."

"No need." The two of them had just had an argument, and it was not a good sight for them to start fighting as soon as they met. He didn't like it.

He grabbed Zhou Shaoheng's hand and patted it twice. "Shaoheng, your Zhou family has a successor."

Is this what you like?

Zhou Shaoheng was delighted to hear this and was about to say something nice to please Mr. Mo, when he suddenly saw Mr. Mo's legitimate grandson, Mo Zechuan, approaching with great enthusiasm. Before he could even open his mouth, Mo Zechuan spoke first.

Mo Zechuan helped the old man sit down and said with a smile: "Grandpa, what do you think?"

"You mean Xiao Zhou?"

What else?

He invited the old man here just for Zhou Jinxi.

He didn't believe that the old man knew nothing. Although he was old, his mind was as clear as a mirror.

"Grandpa." Mo Zechuan sighed and said, "Please help me, I want to chase him."

Huh? Zhou Shaoheng's jaw dropped, thinking he had misheard.

It seems that the man has already climbed up the big tree of Mohism, so why is he still arguing with others? He should have just gone with the flow.

"Mr. Mo." Zhou Shaoheng didn't wait for Mr. Mo to speak, and said with a smile: "Do you have a good impression of Zhou Jinxi, or do you want to take him as your lover?"