Happy Little Mayor

Maxson was so enthusiastic about what they said, and in the end he would send Wang Bo a saber anyway.

This sabre has guards, smooth curves, sharp blades, a fine nylon rope wrapped around the brass handle, and good slip resistance. Wang Bo pulled it out suddenly and waved, and the blade broke the wind and whistled, full of murder!

With a lot of fine horses, Peterson quickly pushed Wang Bo into the car and stepped on the accelerator to leave. Pharaoh wondered: "Why so anxious?"

"You don't know, Boss, the old guy Maxson is very nostalgic. He just promised to move to the town. It was an impulse. He will definitely regret it. He will still call you on your cell phone. Things became a foregone conclusion, "said the black cowboy.

Sure enough, they only drove halfway back, and Pharaoh's cell phone rang.

According to Peterson's instructions, he hung up the phone and sent a text message: Welcome to Sunset Town, Mr. Maxson, we sincerely and warmly welcome you!

In the evening, when Eva got off work, Wang Bo drove her and Xiaolili to the beast.

When he stopped, he went down and made a loud whistle to the Mustang herd.

Immediately, a tan-colored shell flew ...

The tyrant gold's explosive power and speed are really not covered. This guy has short legs, but he has a small pace and a fast pace. The rhythm is really like a machine gun, running forward suddenly.

Seeing this horse with a special sense of joy, Eva grinned, "My God, this child looks so cute, it's so fast! My God, it's really awesome. Steed. "

Wang Bo was a little embarrassed. The title of steed was a bit inconsistent with the facts.

With the harness, he walked to Tyrant King and began to prepare it.

As a result, the obsessive local tyrant Jin was tied to a saddle on his back, and his mood changed immediately. He shook his head to break away from Pharaoh's arm, and quickly ran to the side.

Wang Bo beckoned and smiled kindly: "Come, baby, come to Dad, Dad will dress you up ..."

The tyrant's golden eyes were alert, and his smile was stunned, and he decisively ran a little longer.

Seeing this pharaoh's anger, he shouted angrily: "Toast, don't eat Nima and drink ..."

"Ah, Nima, come on!" The captain growled angrily.

Wang Bo took the horsewhip and made a crisp sound, scaring the captain: "Don't say bad words! Don't you say bad words?"

As a result of the whip whistle, the army commander was not afraid, but the local tyrant Jin was afraid, and ran a long distance again.

Eva laughed aside, Wang Bo embarrassed, and said, "This horse is too naughty."

After hearing this, the beauty teacher skimmed her cherry lips and gave him a white eye, saying, "It's not naughty, it's scared! Put away the whip, hug it first, groom it, and look at it in the process!" "

Wang Bo threw away the water leopards and horsewhip, and walked towards the tyrant gold. The tyrant gold blinked, and now he was well behaved.

Holding the tyrant's head, he combed the horse hair with the horn comb he just bought.

Eva wanted to pass him the special hard and soft brushes. Seeing that the steed didn't seem to dislike the horn comb, she took it back.

The horn comb is soft in texture, and the horse skin is relatively thick, so the local gold is very comfortable, squinting, squinting, and burying his head in his arms.

Eva urged: "No, it's not like that, staring at his eyes and communicating with it, horses are very smart, they are good at communicating with eyes."

Wang Bo raised Tu Hao Jin's head and looked into its eyes.

At this look, he discovered another advantage of Tyrant Gold. His eyes are very beautiful when he looks close, his pupils are particularly clean and clear, and Wang Bo can clearly see his reflection.

Moreover, its eyes are moist with water stains, like Wang Quan's eyes, and his eyes are extremely soft.

Wang Bo's gaze was also very soft. He continued to comb the horse hair while looking at it, so he exchanged feelings, and local tyrant Jin suddenly lifted his upper body and put his two front legs on his shoulders.

This was nearly half a ton of weight, and suddenly pressed up like this, Wang Bo suddenly felt that the crotch was sinking. Fortunately, he didn't get dark with Eva Hu last night, otherwise his legs would surely fall to the ground.

The tyrant gold is just a prank, his legs are resting on his shoulders, it makes a scream of joyful yells, probes forward, opens his mouth, sticks his tongue out, and licks on his face!

After pretend to run immediately, local tyrant Jin licked and ran again, leaving Wang Bo with a saliva to stand there.

But this time it was local tyrant Jin who wanted to play. After running a distance, he fired back like a shell, and buried his head in Pharaoh's arms again.

Eva marveled in the distance: "Why is this child so explosive? Maybe train it, it can participate in the World Series."

After the eye contact, the relationship between Wang Bo and the local tyrant Jin further heated up, and he finally achieved his wish, covering both the saddle and the water.

Little Loli ran over happily, waving her little arm and shouting, "I want to ride a horse, I want to ride a horse, I want to ride a horse ..."

Eva took her by the collar and lifted her back, as if carrying a schoolbag: "No, this horse has just been tamed. Let the teacher come in contact with it for a while, and wait until it is familiar to us. horse riding."

Wang Bo said, "I called Peterson and asked him to teach us horse riding. I have confidence in this child, isn't he nice?"

He stood next to Tu Hao Jin, and patted him on his ass, then Tu Hao Jin lifted his hind legs to reveal his mumbled thing.

Wang Bo: "Xuete!"

Eva grinned, came over to hold Shui Leyan, and said, "This doesn't require Peterson. I'll teach you, it's easy."

Wang Bo asked with interest: "Do you still ride?"

Eva said with a smile: "Please, this is not an elegant sport. I haven't rode a thoroughbred horse, but ordinary horses were used to ride before. When I was in elementary school, I had two horses at home."

In Europe, horses and human life are closely related, especially in New Zealand. Riding is a common operation, and most farms have several horses.

But broadly speaking, if it rises to the club environment, horse riding is still defined as a noble sport, and the consumer group is positioned as the bourgeoisie.

Eva let him hug Tu Haojin's head to appease him, and then patted the steed's shoulders, left-footed his toes on the stables, and his long legs were stumped. Take a step.

"Did you see the action I just made? Not all horses like to be ridden, sometimes you will resist when you get on the horse, so when you step on the stables, try to use your toes to exert force. If there is a problem, you will immediately jump back. Baby demonstrated again.

Wang Bo nodded and understood. Seeing this, Eva patted his shoulder to prepare him for the horse.