The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 105 Mr. Joe, I feel a little sorry...

The National Winter Games are still going on, and the women's figure skating is over.

After packing her luggage and preparing to go back to Beishi with the team, Meng Yao turned her head and saw the large bunch of sunflower lilies placed in the sofa chair, and sighed inwardly.

Such a large bouquet of flowers can be seen or eaten, but it is really a waste of money... Mr. Qiao is not short of this money, but... her grades have not met the expectations he meant by sending this bouquet of flowers.

The phone in the coat pocket rang suddenly, and he took out the phone to check for a call. "Mr. Qiao" called.

Meng Yao's expression changed from surprise to surprise, she quickly tapped the connection with her thumb, and a smile appeared on her cute face.

"Mr. Joe!"

"Are you ready to go back?" Qiao Yiyuan had already arrived in the urban area of ​​Jiangshi at this time.

"Well, ready."

"Talk to the coach and take my car back."

Huh?Mr. Qiao has really returned to China, does that mean he watched her match?

"...Oh, good."

After Meng Yao hung up the phone, she pulled a small suitcase and walked out of the door of the guest room. Before closing the door, she took a look at the bunch of sunflower lilies that would be eye-catching when hugged, and closed the door after a few seconds.

In the lobby on the first floor, only Coach Lu in a brown coat was sitting on the sofa in the rest area waiting for her. There was an old dark green canvas travel bag on the floor beside the sofa.

"coach."

Coach Lu turned his head when he heard the sound, and stood up when he saw her. After she walked slowly, he first cared about her left foot, "How is your foot?"

Meng Yao looked down at her left foot and nodded, "It's okay." She paused and looked up at him, "Coach, my cousin is here to pick me up, I want to go back with his car, can I... well, just not with the team gone back."

This was the first time Meng Yao proposed not to go back with the team, and she was still a little nervous.

Coach Lu thought she was showing an uneasy expression for some reason, and smiled nonchalantly after listening, "I'll tell Head Coach Zhu. Go to the hospital and take a good look at your left foot when you go back, so as not to cause the root cause of the disease."

"Know it."

Coach Lu left after that.

Standing at the side of the hotel gate, seeing Qiao Yiyuan's car approaching, Meng Yao had the illusion that she hadn't seen him for a long time.

Qiao Yiyuan, who was wearing a yellow-brown coat, opened the car door and got out of the car. When she walked around the front of the car with the same steady steps and walked towards her, she looked at him, who was outstanding in appearance, and pondered why he had such a feeling.

After thinking about it, it is probably because he has traveled abroad, separated by an ocean that can't be seen at a glance, and he hasn't seen each other for nearly half a month, so he has such an illusion that it would be ridiculous to say it.

Alas...Mr. Qiao looks like a handsome man walking out of a painting.

When he approached, she raised her right hand playfully and greeted him with a smile.

"Hi, Mr. Joe."

I thought that she would be like last time, busy with training for a week, and would become reserved in front of him when we met again, but I didn't expect that.

Qiao Yiyuan stood in front of her and lowered his head, his faint eyes fixed on her smiling face for a few seconds, before speaking for a while.

"good."

Meng Yao was stunned for a moment, what's wrong?
And Qiao Yiyuan had already stretched out his hand and opened the door of the passenger seat to let her sit in, and then put her suitcase into the trunk. After putting the suitcase away, seeing that she was still standing, he walked over and stood by the open car door with a handsome face. Slightly glance at her left foot.

"Go back to Beishi and go to the hospital to have a look at your left foot."

Meng Yao turned her head and looked up at him, slightly tugged at the corner of her mouth, lowered her face and said, "Mr. Qiao, I feel a little sorry..."

Qiao Yiyuan pondered the meaning of her words, but still didn't understand after a while, "Sorry for what?"

"Didn't you expect me to win the gold medal when you sent me the bouquet? I only got the silver medal."

(End of this chapter)