The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 317 Is it right for me?

Lu Yun and Chen Ying, who were arranging the dresses next to them, were taken aback, and even the staff in the bridal shop cast their gazes over.

"What are you crazy about?" Lu Yun said with disgust.

"The list for the World Skating Grand Prix is ​​out." Meng Yao proudly pointed her phone at her.

"Really?!" Lu Yun's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "Do you have my name?"

Meng Yao opened her mouth to say "yes", but when she thought of her prank on the high-speed rail, she immediately changed her words, "I won't tell you." I want you to say in front of my coach that I have something to do with your brother, to make you proud.

Lu Yun snorted, "If you don't say it, don't say it, what's the big deal."

Meng Yao imitated her "tch" and hummed a little tune to herself.

Chen Ying's wedding was very low-key, except for Meng Yao and Lu Yun, who were teammates in the military, the others were relatives and friends of both parties.

After toasting with Chen Ying and seeing off the guests, Meng Yao, who was so tired that her feet ached, was helped back to the hotel room by Qiao Yiyuan. She fell on the bed and didn't want to move. The high heels on her feet were flying off one by one.

"Broken shoes hurt my feet to death. It's more uncomfortable than wearing skates... It's so troublesome to get married, why do you want to get married? It's just a crime, just get a certificate and you're done."

Qiao Yiyuan, who was standing at the end of the bed with his hands in his trouser pockets, listened to her complaints, glanced at the pair of high heels she had thrown off, and when he glanced back at her, he heard her change her words again.

"But the wedding is really romantic. It takes so long for a wedding. It's not easy to be a bride." Speaking of this, she turned her head to look at Qiao Yiyuan, who had been silent all along, "Mr. Qiao, is the wedding of a wealthy family more complicated what?"

"I'll tell you when I get married." After Qiao Yiyuan finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the door, pulling the door behind his back to close the room, when he heard a low sound of gasping in pain from inside——

"Hiss...the skin is broken, no wonder it hurts so much...smelly shoes."

Outside the door, Qiao Yiyuan looked down at the doorknob, and two villains appeared in his heart to engage in a tug-of-war.

Go inside and take a look.

No matter what you look at, it's not a serious injury if you break your skin.

Don't go in and take a look if you don't worry, isn't it hypocritical?

How could it be hypocrisy?It's just a coach, it's not that she's thoughtful about everything!

Then hurry up, why are you still here?
"..."

"Hiss...God, it's still bleeding..." Meng Yao turned her head to look around for the bag, but she couldn't see it out of sight, "Hey, where is my bag?"

"Is it serious?"

Qiao Yiyuan folded in again, and saw her sitting on the edge of the bed with her left foot in her hands, looking around for something while still moaning "hissing" in pain.

Seeing him coming in again, Meng Yao stared at him with clear eyes. She didn't look back until he sat down next to her, but asked him blankly, "Didn't you leave?"

He glanced at her and said nothing. He stretched out his left palm and pulled her thin white left foot covered with marks from skating. Seeing that the skin on the heel was scratched and bloodshot, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. There is an inexplicable monster in my heart.

"You can't pick a pair of better shoes to wear. The skin deserves it." Then he pushed her feet away and looked at her with a little anger in his eyes.

Meng Yao didn't understand why he was so angry. Pain in her feet was already uncomfortable, and it was even worse to be blamed by him, so she stared at him with a straight face.

"I deserve it right? You go out quickly, you don't need to worry about it."

His eyes changed and he glared at her.

"Am I wrong? This is my foot, and it has nothing to do with you." She also stared back, "I'm inexplicably angry all day long, are you a girl?"

"Why am I angry?" He twisted his eyebrows into braids.

(End of this chapter)