The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 117 Will your conscience not hurt?
Qiao Yiyuan had already changed his shoes, stooped to pick up his own shoes and put them on the shoe rack, and glanced at the engraved "Meng Guoping Exclusive" on the horizontal board of the empty pavilion next to him.

Qin Fei's words continued to ring in the phone, "During the Winter Games, Yan Xiaoyan still imagined that she would repeat the old tricks in the 'Feiyue Cup', but Ji Chengzhong didn't agree..."

Qiao Yiyuan's eyes were always fixed on the words "Meng Guoping's Exclusive". The crooked font looks like it was written by a primary school student, so you don't need to guess that it must be when Meng Yao was in primary school.

Looking to the side, there are also "Chen Juan Exclusive" and "Meng Yao Exclusive", only three pavilions are written, and nothing else.

Seeing this, Qiao Yiyuan couldn't help but raise his thin lips, straightened up and walked towards the living room.

"...Ji Chengzhong has admitted his mistake, what do you think the CEO should do?" Qin Fei finally asked him.

Without even thinking about it, Qiao Yiyuan said directly, "Notify the Finance Department to pay Ji Chengzhong the salary in the afternoon. As for the Stellar Club, it will be handled by the Skating Federation Association."

After hanging up the phone, he just put the phone on the coffee table, and a clean white towel was handed over to him.

"Mr. Qiao, wipe your hair, or you will catch a cold easily."

He glanced at the white towel, raised his eyes to see her who had already untied her apron, and paused for a few seconds before reaching out to take it.

"Thank you."

She waved her hands unaccustomed to him being so polite today, and said with a smile, "You're welcome. Your coat looks a little wet, hang it there." She raised her finger to the hanger in the corner of the living room, looked at him again, and turned back to the dining room .

He turned his head to look at her funny walking back, and then looked down at the towel in his hand and the cotton slippers on his feet.

"..."

Walking into the restaurant, Meng Yao happened to take away the porcelain plate covered with vegetables, saw him coming in, smiled and said to him, "You can eat after washing your hands."

At this moment, Qiao Yiyuan suddenly had a strange feeling slipping through his heart, and it was fleeting, he frowned secretly.

Hmm...what the hell?
But no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't describe exactly what it felt like last time.

"Mr. Qiao, won't your conscience ache if you ask a wounded account to provide lunch for a healthy account every day?"

During the meal, Meng Yao asked Qiao Yiyuan half-jokingly, and at the same time wanted to confirm what Gumanni said, whether he was just trying to trick her on purpose.

"Are you hurt?"

The elegant-looking Qiao Yiyuan didn't take it seriously, and raised his eyes to look at her who was stunned after asking the question. From the look in her eyes, she could be sure that she was not injured.

she is not hurt?
Was he amnesiac and blind?Obviously, the hospital he accompanied her to was still walking around in front of him just now, okay?
Is it true that as Nini said, he was trying to trick her on purpose?
She considered whether to ask the truth, and finally said, "Intuition, you were upset when you heard that I was not at home on the phone this morning, so you found a way to discourage me, didn't you?" He quickly looked up at him and added, "I hope I'm thinking too much."

after all……

"I'm not happy."

His blunt words interrupted her thoughts, she looked at him with a calm expression on the other side in surprise, and then heard his heart-rending words with a sharp tongue.

"The condition of your left foot needs rest and recuperation. Athletes, of course, regard the competition as their life, but they don't even care about their health. Why do you win the competition? They think it is glorious to compete with an injury, and the Chinese will think you are very patriotic? How about participating in the Paralympic Games? , can better reflect your patriotism and sportsmanship."

"As long as you want to be disabled or disabled, you will not be accepted by the Paralympic Games. Also, in the new season next year, you will not even have a chance to play on the ice."

Meng Yao has been petrified, and the corners of her mouth twitch intermittently.

Mr. Qiao, is what you said too much?At least give me some leeway, hey!
(End of this chapter)