The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 214 I Just Want to Take You to the Finals
Meng Yao was speechless after being complained about, she lowered her head and ate in silence, so she didn't notice the strangeness that flashed away on his handsome face.

The table was bumped too much by Qu Xi's side, Qiao Yiyuan looked at Qu Xi who was having a heated fight with the beautiful woman, and then turned to look at Meng Yao who was eating sullenly.

It took a long time before he said lightly, "Put your backpack on, let's go eat elsewhere." After speaking, he got up and picked up the bonus and held it to his arms with one hand.

Eh?
Meng Yao raised her head, looked at Qu Xi, hurriedly turned her eyes away, said "Oh", put her backpack on her hands and feet neatly, wiped her mouth with a tissue when she got up, and said goodbye to Qu Xi before leaving.

After closing the car door, Meng Yao sat in the passenger seat with the bonus in her arms. She turned her head to look at Qiao Yiyuan who was backing out of the parking space. She thought about her words and changed back and forth several times. She still felt that it would be better to be straightforward.

"Mr. Qiao, don't you like hot pot?" To be precise, the taste of hot pot is not to his liking.

There may also be reasons why Big Brother Qu is making out with beautiful women, but she thinks the biggest reason is that he doesn't like hot pot.

"I don't like eating outside." Qiao Yiyuan was also very straightforward. After speaking, she looked sideways and added on purpose, "I have a tricky taste."

Hearing the latter sentence, Meng Yao understood that she was telling her specifically that when he helped her make up lessons, she complained about his tricky mouth when she made lunch for him, but he didn't expect him to remember it until now, and he loves to hold grudges so much.

She pouted her mouth a little, and muttered in a low voice, "After all, it's not her mouth..."

Qiao Yiyuan heard it, and took her words seriously, "Let's go to the supermarket now, I'll be in charge of buying the ingredients for the hot pot, and you'll be in charge of making the hot pot."

As long as there is no problem with hearing, you can hear it. This is a declarative sentence, not a question.

To put it bluntly...

But she also wanted to eat hot pot, and she hadn't enjoyed it just now.

"Okay! But I'm going to make it at your house." After eating the hot pot, I can go there at eight or nine in the evening.

Qiao Yiyuan had no objection, and drove straight to the supermarket.

After entering the supermarket, Qiao Yiyuan pushed the shopping cart, while Meng Yao picked vegetables and put them in the shopping cart.

Seeing her professional selection, Qiao Yiyuan couldn't help but ask her, "What do you base your selection on?"

Meng Yao, who was looking at the meatball, turned to look at him, and said with a smile, "I'll take it if it looks pleasing to the eye."

"..."

At the end of the checkout, I bought a big bag and bought dog food.

It was almost eight o'clock in the evening when the hot pot was eaten.

"How sure are you of the final?" Qiao Yiyuan asked casually, but she didn't think she could get the ranking at all.

"Not sure." Meng Yao told the truth, watching him slowly chewing his mouth on the opposite side.

"If you're not sure, you're going all the way to the finals, so you're not afraid of getting hurt. I've found that you have a big heart."

Meng Yao could hear the seriousness in his tone, but she still wanted to explain to him, "I just want to take you to the final, and it's my ability to make it to the final. Daikako Yamamoto was squeezed out by me, which shows that I was lucky. some."

Hearing her say, "I just want to take him to the final", Qiao Yiyuan, who lowered his head and ate potatoes slowly, was startled, and then asked her softly, "Why do you want me to go with you so much?"

She supported her left cheek with her left hand, and put the chopsticks in her right hand into her mouth to suck slightly. There was a trace of consideration in her clear eyes, and she finally decided not to hide it from him.

"Actually, Brother Qu approached me before going to the French station and said that you like figure skating very much but don't have time to watch the competition live. He also said that if I asked you, you would definitely agree. I was not sure at the time, but fortunately you coming."

"You really listen to him." He looked away lazily from her face, lowered his head slightly, and put a piece of potato into his mouth.

Meng Yao quickly corrected, "It's not about listening to him. As long as it's about Mr. Qiao, I will definitely do my best."

(End of this chapter)