Chapter 16 It's just horse riding, I will teach it myself
Gu Jingting's face suddenly turned gloomy. He put the tip of his tongue against his cheek and narrowed his eyes slightly, bringing out a bit of indescribable evil and aggression, which made Song Qiao feel...
He seemed to be the hunted prey.
Her whole heart was hanging in the air, sweat was dripping from her palms, and she was regretting her quick words when she suddenly saw the coach coming from not far away, her eyes lit up, and she greeted him with a smile.
"Coach, this way." Song Qiao crossed Gu Jingting and pretended to be natural.
However, the slightly tight back could not hide it from Gu Jingting at all. He chuckled. He was so timid and dared to yell at him. He really didn't know how to live or die.
After thinking about it, his cell phone rang in his pocket, and Gu Jingting walked to the side to answer it.
Song Qiao caught a glimpse of his movements from the corner of her eye, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She turned back to the coach beside her and said, "I need to learn to ride a horse in three days. Thank you for your hard work."
The coach was wearing racecourse work clothes and his face looked gentle and honest.
He patted his chest and assured: "Don't worry, it's no problem. You get on the horse first."
Song Qiao's expression was slightly dull. She looked at the horse beside her that was almost taller than herself. Her fear resurfaced again. She took a few deep breaths, stepped on the pedals and started working hard.
After all, he was new to it, so Song Qiao couldn't figure it out. He tried two or three times but couldn't get on the horse's back.
"Don't worry, try again, tighten your abdomen and grab the rope." The coach guided from behind.
Song Qiao listened to his words and adjusted her strength, but still failed. At this moment, a force suddenly came from behind her, pushing her up, and then, her buttocks seemed to be pinched lightly.
Song Qiao lowered her head warily, and found that the instructor was looking at her without any surprise: "We will teach you how to mount the horse later, let's learn how to ride it first."
He said, without waiting for her to react, he grabbed the reins and turned over to sit behind Song Qiao.
"Come on, first try to use your legs to clamp the horse's belly, use gentle force." The coach instructed, while reaching out to try to teach Song Qiao how to control.
As he spoke, Song Qiao felt as if his waist was being touched intentionally or unintentionally.
She felt a little uncomfortable and moved forward to distance herself.
Unexpectedly, the coach followed her forward in the next second, and this time he put his hand on her waist in a bold manner, "What are you hiding from? How can I teach you if you are like this?"
He did it on purpose.
Song Qiao's eyes were cold. Without saying a word, she grabbed the coach's hand and bit it down with her mouth open. While he was screaming in pain, she turned around and pushed him off the horse.
The coach screamed and fell to the ground. He howled twice and got up angrily to do something.
"I'm going to fuck you, you bitch, today I... ah..."
Before he could finish his harsh words, his hand that was raised high was suddenly grabbed and pulled back. The coach in pain could only turn his head and yell angrily: "Let go, let me go!"
Gu Jingting stood condescendingly, with cold and bloodthirsty eyes under his mask.
"Let go?" He said calmly, "Okay."
As soon as the words fell to the ground, there were only two heart-wrenching "clicks" sounds, and the coach fell to the ground in pain, with his arms twisted in abnormal postures.
"Ah...ah...I won't let you go!"
The commotion here attracted the person in charge of the racecourse. He hurried over with a few of his men. When he saw this scene, he looked angry. When he raised his head to reprimand, his eyes fell on Gu Jingting, and his whole body froze.
"Gu, Gu..."
"Sir, your racecourse coach is harassing my employer in the name of work. As a bodyguard, I teach him a lesson. There should be no problem."
Gu Jingting stood in front of the person in charge, his tone was neither urgent nor slow, and the aura he exuded made people inexplicably afraid to offend.
Gu Wu's whole body was stiff and his head was spinning rapidly.
No, why did his boss become a bodyguard when he was so good?
"Sorry, our racecourse was negligent when this happened." Gu Wu reacted quickly and waved his hand to take the coach away: "As an apology, in the next three days, we will find a new coach for you and clear the racecourse for only
You practice using it alone."
Song Qiao naturally had no objection.
"No need." At this time, Gu Jingting spoke again, with a gentle voice: "I don't worry about who you are looking for anymore, I can do it myself."
What?
What's wrong with this human island? Song Qiao turned around and glared at Gu Jingting warningly.
The latter was tall and tall, with one hand in his pocket, obviously not taking him seriously.
Song Qiao gritted his teeth, turned around and raised a smile, planning to ask Gu Wu to find another coach for him. Unexpectedly, he responded directly: "In this case, that's the best."
After he finished speaking, he took everyone away.
Within ten minutes, all the people waiting in the racecourse were cleared out.
Song Qiao was dumbfounded when she looked at the racecourse where there was no one around. Although the person in charge was sincere in doing so, where could she find a coach now?
She helplessly raised her forehead and took out her mobile phone to ask Momo for help.
Gu Jingting stretched out his hand and snatched it from her hand, with a gentle voice: "You don't need the ready-made person in front of you, and you are going to give up the near and seek the far away?"
Song Qiao frowned and wanted to take it back: "Stop making trouble. I'll settle the score with you later for what you just did on your own. Now I have to find a coach quickly."
Gu Jingting raised his eyebrows: "You don't believe I can?"
"Of course." Song Qiao did not hesitate.
He is just a little gangster. If he is better at Ding Po Tian's boxing and kicking, he can also ride a horse?
Gu Jingting avoided Song Qiao's hand, put his phone in his pocket, turned around, stepped on the pedals, turned over neatly, and sat firmly on the horse.
The degree of familiarity is as if he has often touched horses.
Song Qiao was stunned, and he was inevitably a little suspicious. How could the little gangster know how to ride a horse?
When I was distracted, a hand appeared in front of my eyes, with clearly slender finger bones. The sunlight slanted down from the top of my head, and the hand reflected on it seemed to be glowing slightly.
Song Qiao grasped it by mistake, and then, with a slight movement of his body, he also sat on the horse.
She was so frightened that she tightened her grip on the reins. When she calmed down, she found that her body was being embraced by a man, and the strange yet familiar fragrance of fresh sandalwood drifted in and out from behind her in the wind.
