I had a fever for no reason and my physical condition was very bad. Sorry, sorry. ****

Peterson's hearty laughter continued to Aocheng. Wang Bo changed to one-sided riding like a girl, with his legs on the side of the rich man Jin's body.

His posture is not very good, but there is no way, the inner side of his thigh is really painful.

"Stop laughing, is this funny?"

Peterson smiled and said, "Haha, it's not funny, it's just that I haven't seen such a horse riding posture for a long time. In my young age, white girls used this posture to ride horses. I have to say, boss, you reminded me of the wonderful youth era."

Lao Wang glared at each other.

The old cowboy had to shrugge and said, "Okay, haha, I won't smile anymore. This is actually quite interesting. Boy, don't care. The first time I ride a horse for a long distance, this kind of scene is too common, which means your skin is still very tender."

Entering Ao City, the image of the two riding horses attracted the attention of pedestrians.

Wang Bo had to change his position after suffering. After returning to his normal cross-mount position, he almost lay on the saddle!

Looking at the pedestrians on the road, Peterson sighed: "Boss, it's been a long time since Aocheng has lost the tradition of cowboys. Take some photos and it will be available later."

Wang Bo took out his cell phone and took photos everywhere. The old cowboy reached out to take photos at the pedestrian.

The pedestrians are also taking photos of them. Lao Wang doesn't understand the meaning of shooting each other. Is this a New Zealand version of "You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people who are watching the scenery look at you upstairs. The bright moon decorates your window, and you decorate other people's dreams'?

After a while, a police car drove over. The police recognized Wang Bo's identity and said, "Wang, what are you doing? Are you playing riding and chopping?"

Wang Bo shrugged and said, "Don't joke, I am a law-abiding citizen, how can I cut and slap? Is it just riding a horse? Wouldn't this alarm the police?"

The policeman said, "Someone complained about you, saying that your horses might defecate on the road. You know, we are all traffic policemen, so of course these things have to be taken care of, right?"

Before Wang Bo answered this time, Peterson shouted dissatisfiedly: "Hi, police officer, the traffic police are in charge of our horse riding? Please, boy, I know you. I rode with your grandpa. It's on this road. The police wouldn't care about anything at that time!"

There are only these people in the small town, and it’s nothing strange to know each other.

The police also knew Peterson, and he said helplessly: "Sir, it is not the era of riding horses now. But of course you can ride horses. I just want to remind you not to let your horses shit on the road, otherwise this will be fined."

Wang Bo said that this is fine, it is indeed fine, because the rich man Jin has finished pulling it on Highway 8...

Saying goodbye to the police, they turned to McSon's 'Old Guys Harness Store'.

There is a simple fenced horse in front of the store, and a red horse is already inside, chewing slowly on the mix of soybeans and oats.

Peterson smiled when he saw the old horse and said, "Good luck, this guy is here too. Boss, I will introduce you to an old friend. He is a generous guy. Today we have an assistant."

The two of them tied up their horses and walked into the store one after another. Two people were drinking wine on the counter.

The two of them have a very different size. One is strong and burly, and the other is old McSon, and the other is thin and short. Compared to McSon, he looks like a piece of firewood, but he is very energetic, his eyes are shining brightly, and he looks full of energy.

As soon as Peterson pushed open the door, McSon cried out: "Ha, the sound of wild boar-like footsteps, guess who is coming? I guess it must be the annoying Peterson!"

"Well, the duck-like shouting sounds, no need to guess, it must be that only pigs like Macson is talking!" Peterson confronted him.

The little old man laughed and said, "Okay, you two, it's OK to calm my ears? Every time you meet, you will bicker. Do you want to participate in the 'Mr. Saqi talk show'? For God's sake, let me be quiet for a while."

Mr. Sachie's talk show is a niche show, a local TV show in Ao City. There are two hosts, and they are good at bickering.

Peterson introduced Wang Bo: "This old guy is Allen Malone. I think you may not have heard of his name, but if it was twenty years in the morning, it was wrong, as long as you were ten years in the morning, you would definitely know him. This is one of the greatest athletes in Ao City in history."

"Athlete? That's great. I love sports. Hello, Mr. Ma Long." Wang Bo stretched out his hand in a friendly manner.

The old man Ma Long was also very friendly. He laughed and said, "I know you, the eight-time champion of the Olympic City Sports Games, right? Don't listen to these guys talking nonsense. I'm not a great athlete, but I have ridden some good horses, and they are excellent athletes!"

After hearing what he said, Wang Bo guessed: "Are you a horse trainer? Or a horse racing knight?"

"The latter." Ma Long said, then pointed to his spread legs, "When I was eight years old, I walked like you for a while. But when you gritted your teeth and persevered, you will find that the situation is very different at most half a month."

“Will you adapt to this pain?”

"No, your thighs will be worn out, and you will be unable to sleep all day and night!" Ma Long said helplessly.

Peterson and McSon laughed, who teased, "I still remember clearly that it was second grade at that time, right? There was a time when this guy walked like a duck."

Malone has a good temper and is laughing, and then he stretches out his hand to Wang Bo: "Allen Malone, an old jockey who has been eliminated by the times."

"Wang, a not very competent mayor." Wang Bo shook hands with him, feeling that his big hands were rough and powerful, and his arms had beautiful muscle lines that were not consistent with his age.

Peterson patted the table and said, "Come on, Macson, we don't need nonsense. Today we are here to help you move. Your things are almost done, right?"

Maxon pretended not to hear it, scratched his slutty hair and said, "Hey, damn it, I have something to do to work on it? Oh, horseshoes need oat water!"

"An old guy who treats promises as a bad person is really the older he is, the less courageous he is. Allen, I will give you a friendly suggestion. In view of our almost sixty years of friendship, I have to remind you that there is another verbal expert among your friends." Peterson directly used his ultimate move to mock him.

Ma Long frowned and said, "What's going on?"

Peterson was about to speak, but McKesen turned around and shouted, "Okay, okay, don't mock me, old man, you don't seem to be unhappy if you don't force me to death! Okay, I'm willing to move to Sunset Town. I'm not a verbal expert, and the cowboy never lets his mouth off, ok?"

Wang Bo was about to laugh when someone suddenly shouted outside the door: "God, whose horse is this? Why are you running around?" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!