The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 242 Who Has Such Charm That Shakes His Heart

Fortunately, he met a girl when he was still young, and saw his own shadow in her. She had the passionate youth he once had, as well as the focus, fanaticism, and perseverance in figure skating.

Even though it is not easy to succeed, but because of love, I will not give up lightly. Even if I quit the stage, I will not change my original intention.

Qiao Haiting secretly squinted his eyes and said nothing, but at the same time he knew that his son's heart that had been sleeping for many years had been activated.

Who has such a great charm that shakes his heart?
"We have made an agreement. I hope you don't forget that we are all adults. We must keep our word and do what we say. This matter ends here. It has never happened to me before. Our family business... "

The office door was suddenly pushed open.

Qiao Haiting and Qiao Yiyuan both turned their heads to look at the door, seeing Mrs. Qiao standing at the door, the father and son had different expressions.

Mrs. Qiao came in and saw that both father and son were there, she closed the door with a smile and walked in.

"They're all here? That's rare. We didn't have a party at home today, so we happened to have dinner together."

Qiao Haiting didn't answer his wife immediately as usual, but looked at Qiao Yiyuan, and when he saw that he didn't speak, he silently agreed.

Qiao Yiyuan didn't need to think about rejecting his father, but his mother couldn't.

Although Qiao Haiting was a bit authoritarian to Qiao Yiyuan in some aspects, he never took less care in educating his four sons, especially in treating women as gentlemen and loving them.

"We also want to have lunch together, so let's go to the Chinese restaurant that A Yuan used to go to." Qiao Haiting turned to look at Qiao Yiyuan after speaking.

Qiao Yiyuan stood up, turned to Mrs. Qiao, and said calmly, "I'll go back to the office to get my phone, you guys go down first."

"Okay." Madam Qiao replied with a smile.

Watching Qiao Yiyuan go out, Mrs. Qiao turned around and glared at Qiao Haiting, "You're bullying my son again, and you still want to kneel down, don't you?"

Knowing that she had listened to the conversation, Qiao Haiting complained and cleaned up the desk, "I protest! I'm too biased, so I know I love my son. I'm your husband and I don't feel sorry for him. Can I have a son without me?"

"It's great to have a son? Why don't you let me have a daughter if I'm so capable?" Mrs. Qiao scolded him coquettishly.

"Aren't you just a daughter, the little padded jacket has turned into a little shirt after raising it for so many years." Qiao Haiting muttered aggrievedly.

Mrs. Qiao's heart suddenly seemed to be filled with honey, and the corners of her mouth slightly curved.

Qiao Yiyuan returned to the office and put on his coat. When he picked up the phone, he found that the signal light was flashing. When he opened the screen of the phone, he saw two missed calls and Meng Yao's WeChat.

After reading the WeChat content, Qiao Yiyuan raised his left hand to look at his watch, it was twelve twenty.

Thinking of the lunch appointment with his parents, and thinking of Meng Yao standing outside the gate of the community with the food waiting for him for so long...

Qiao Yiyuan walked towards the door of the office with long legs, and the phone had dialed Mrs. Qiao's number.

"Mom, I have something to do temporarily, so I won't have dinner with you."

"A date with whom? A woman?"

Qiao Yiyuan stepped into the special elevator, slightly frowned at Mrs. Qiao's words, "No."

"Oh... remember to have dinner with a woman next time, otherwise I won't break your appointment. Go."

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Yiyuan replied to Meng Yao's WeChat.

Meng Yao, who had stood for half an hour, didn't feel sore feet, but felt cold hands and feet. When she heard the voice of WeChat in her coat pocket, she secretly took out her mobile phone in her heart.

——Sorry to keep you waiting, please wait a few more minutes.

After reading the message, a smile appeared on Meng Yao's face, and her hands and feet seemed not so cold anymore.

"Yo, there's a little beauty here."

Meng Yao turned her head and saw three flamboyant men walking towards the cold wind with cigarettes in their mouths. Their expressions were fixed, and they looked at them vigilantly, ready to call the gatekeeper of the community at any time.

(End of this chapter)