Chapter 1957 Zhan Jiaer's Death Show (4)

However, the horse trainer's words were like a basin of cold water, which wiped out Zhan Jiaer's enthusiasm: "Miss Jiaer, Louis has not been domesticated yet. It is the biggest limit for strangers to sit on his back for a walk. Louis is very nervous now , Even a little bit of anger, you better get off the horse as soon as possible. "

Pete is a very good horse trainer. He gets along with ‘Louis’ all day and night, and he can feel the slight emotional changes of the horse.

Zhan Jiaer sneered: "It's tense and irritated? Your horse trainer is so good at it. I just ride on it and I feel that this horse is really a rare good horse. Its feet are stable and muscular. I didn't feel a touch of restlessness.

I think you did it on purpose and didn't want me to ride it. "

Zhan Jiaer knew that Dad was going to give this horse to Ruan Mengmeng, so he even thought that the trainer had been instructed by his dad to prevent others from touching the horse.

She had just sat on the horseback of ‘Louis’ and had a stunning appearance in front of everyone.

How could she be kicked off easily!

"Forget it, you won't let it run, then I'll do it myself." Zhan Jiaer wanted to pull the reins after she said it, and she controlled it.

Seeing this, Pete quickly stopped: "Miss Jiaer, calm down ... you can't control it by yourself, Louis is irritable and not ready yet ..."

The reins are held firmly in their hands by each trainer. To train a horse, each trainer must establish a relationship that is similar to ‘love’.

In his eyes, Louis is his treasure, his beloved horse.

Pete could feel Louis's anger and anxiety. Zhan Jiaer's resistance to twisting on her horseback would only make Louis grow more irritated.

"You let go, I told you to let go ..." However, Zhan Jiaer didn't understand Pete's good intentions, she just felt that the horse trainer was preventing herself from being in the limelight.

Seeing that he couldn't grab the reins for a long time, Zhan Jiaer suddenly remembered her brother's move when she took her horse.

Correct! Stomach!

Every time my brother wants to drive the horse and run fast, he clamps the horse's belly strongly.

Zhan Jia'er's dark eyes flashed—Since the trainer didn't know how to hold the reins, she came on her own.

At this moment, in order to **** Ruan Mengmeng's limelight, Zhan Jiaer shined in front of the guests, especially Cesare Este, regardless of whether she would bring down her horse trainer.

You have to know that Pete also dutifully grabbed the reins, for fear that ‘Louis’ would be provoked and Zhan Jiaer would be thrown off his horse.

Unfortunately, Zhan Jia'er didn't know Pete's painstaking efforts, only felt that he was hindering himself.

If she pinches the horse's belly and tramples the unfamiliar horse trainer, then he is bad luck.

Anyway ... their warriors are not able to afford it.

Feeling agitated, Zhan Jiaer's legs on the pedals clamped the horse's belly firmly.

...

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"What happened over there?" Not far away, Cesare Esther narrowed his eyes, focusing on Zhan Jia, who seemed to be arguing with the trainer.

Zhan Yang looked over, frowning: "Probably Pete is telling her how to control the horses ..."

After hearing this, Zhan Mo also looked in the direction of Zhan Jiaer, but when she saw the flash of suffocation on her sister's face, Zhan Mo felt uneasy.

It's too late to check it out, and suddenly—

A high-pitched, hissing noise came from the racecourse, and the sturdy ‘Louis’ suddenly raised his forefoot and wanted to slam out the person sitting behind him.

The horse trainer who grasped the reins immediately responded, desperately pulling, trying to control Louis.

But this is a foal with a precious Arab descent. The ancient Arab descent gives it the characteristics of a warhorse. Even a close horse trainer can't catch the irritated and mad horse.

I saw the horse trembling, the hoofs flew, and the forefoot flew fiercely to catch its trainer.

Then she lay on the horse's back, and Zhan Jiaer, who was so scared that she had only tears on her face, left her horse relentlessly.

"Jia'er—" Zhan Mo exclaimed, rushing towards the figure who had been flung away for at least five meters.

[Beyond 1200 words: Update on 11.1, see you tomorrow night ~~ Mody?]

(End of this chapter)