Nan Shao, the drama master, he has started again

Chapter 1112 Is it the feeling of belonging to Daddy?

The arms are firm and powerful, not the same as Grandpa Zhai Yu's... no, not the same as Grandpa Zhai's.

Grandpa Zhai's arm is also very strong, but Grandpa Zhai's skin is not as fresh as the skin of the man holding him at this time.

His skin is a very healthy color, the veins under the skin are winding and bright, and the lines of a few blood vessels can still be vaguely seen.

It's not like the black hair on the hands like the people from country K, but the light hair is spread out, and the man's masculinity is just right.

His small hand was grasping the man's wrist, and the small claws couldn't wrap around his wrist.

The horse galloped fast, and the oncoming wind fluttered, the speed was obvious, but sitting on the saddle, Xiao Bao, who felt the speed of the gallop for the first time, did not feel the slightest uneasiness or fear.

Not how brave he is.

Rather, the arms wrapped around his waist are particularly powerful, and the embrace on his back feels particularly secure.

It feels different from when leaning in the arms of Mummy, Grandma, or even Grandpa Zhai.

It's rare for the little man to think about it. Does this count as the feeling of belonging to Daddy?
……

Jinkaka was really on the verge of crying.

The promised docile colt!
What the hell is running faster than the wind now? !
If it wasn't for the training before she got on the horse, the trainer specially reminded her that if she really lost control, she must stick to the rein and hold the horse's neck tightly, and she would have been thrown to nowhere.

Heaving the saddle, Jin Kaka felt that his butt was about to bloom, and his face started to ache from the wind. He opened it with great difficulty, and found that he had been taken to an unknown place in the woods. Quickly shuttled through her eyes, she regretted vomiting blood.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't run out.

"Woooo, don't run. Run away, okay..."

Not daring to let go, Jinkaka could only clenched his trembling teeth, slurred his words, and tried to communicate with the Sahuan stallion with a staggering broken bass.

"Let's have a discussion, run, stop when you're tired, okay..."

However, the colt ignored her at all and just charged forward, not caring about anything.

Gradually, Jinkaka felt a dull pain in his stomach, bumpy and uncomfortable, coupled with excessive panic, he wanted to gag.

The whole face has long been pale, losing any blood color.

Running like this is really not an option.

She really couldn't keep going like this.

Forget it, just die.

Jinkaka thought about it in despair, bit her lower lip tightly, unknowingly biting out a circle of blood, fearful and determined, gradually let go of the rein——

"drink--"

Suddenly, she seemed to hear the sound of running horses approaching.

She turned back with the last bit of struggle, and when she saw the extremely cold face, she was like a lonely person who fell into the boundless deep sea, and found the only driftwood that could survive.

Scared all the way, Jinkaka didn't cry.

But when she saw Lang Mochen catching up, she burst into tears and couldn't help it.

No matter how much she disliked him, every time such an emergency, he always came.

This time, it is no exception.

After all, the stallion lacked exercise. Even though it was fast enough, its endurance was not as good as that of a horse that practiced every day. It slowly slowed down, and Lang Mochen took advantage of this opportunity to catch up.

"Grab the reins and don't fall!"

Hearing this, Jin Kaka quickly grasped it firmly, and dared not let go.

"It won't stop."

(End of this chapter)