The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 326 Waiting for Someone I Like

"Mr. Qiao, walk slowly, I'm a girl!" Meng Yao caught up with her umbrella, but seeing that he didn't intend to slow down, she reached out and grabbed his left hand, forcing him to stop, and raised the umbrella to cover him his head.

The left hand was held by Weibing's soft little hand, Qiao Yiyuan's heart beat suddenly, the fire in his heart was instantly extinguished, and he looked down slightly at the left hand that was being held by her forcefully.

Meng Yao followed his gaze, let go of his left hand, her heart was beating wildly, and she explained with a hot face, "You are walking too fast, I really can't catch up, so... blame my legs Short, not as long as your legs."

Seeing her blushing again, and still blushing at him, Qiao Yiyuan's heart beat faster for no reason, seeing doubts flashing deep in her faint eyes.

"If you have short legs, do more stretching." He continued to walk, and the speed changed to match her foot speed.

Meng Yao and Ping He walked side by side with him, and the umbrella was held by his left hand towards her.

She pouted, "If stretching can lengthen your legs, most people in the world will have long legs."

"You can only talk to me when I have someone I like." He suddenly threw a sentence to her.

Eh?
She looked up at him, but only saw his perfect profile, "Why?"

"……I am older than you."

"Then do you have it?"

"I don't know." After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked back at her.

He needs to determine what category the emotions that have been out of control recently belong to, and he can solve them only by finding the reason, otherwise he will definitely collapse and die in the long run.

"Oh..." She lengthened the ending, and looked away thoughtfully.

On October 27th, the Canadian leg of the World Figure Skating Grand Prix kicked off, and the official start time was 55:[-] p.m.

There was a knock on the door, and Meng Yao, who was wearing a tracksuit, opened the door. Seeing that it was Qiao Yiyuan, she turned around and ran back to the room casually.

"I've got my makeup done, I just need to paint my nails."

Qiao Yiyuan raised his left hand to look at his watch, "It's still early for the women's singles match, so don't be in such a hurry."

Meng Yao, who had already unscrewed the cap of the nail polish bottle, didn't think much of it, and replied to him while applying it, "I want to watch the men's singles match."

Hearing this, Qiao Yiyuan knew that she wanted to see Bilo Davis again, and immediately felt displeased. Seeing her painting quickly, his eyes flickered, he walked over with long legs and sat down beside her, stretched out his hand and took her away Nail polish caps in hand.

"What are you doing?" She looked up at him, impatient to catch up with the start of the men's singles match, and raised her volume a little aggressively.

He squinted his eyes secretly, and said lightly, "You can paint it for me."

"No need, I'm almost done." She was a little annoying him.

"Look at what you painted, do you dare to show it to others? Don't you know how to work slowly and carefully?" He took her hand as he said, and removed her paint one by one with nail polish remover.

She wanted to stop it, but she didn't dare. She couldn't tell him about watching Biro's match in front of him, could she?
After thinking about it last night, she felt that he didn't like her contact with Biro, probably because he was worried that she would be distracted and not perform well in the game.

It was the first time for Qiao Yiyuan to apply nail polish to a girl. His movements were rather blunt, but he applied it very carefully.

Meng Yao looked at him painting, and found that although his movements were stiff, the painting was indeed better than hers, so she couldn't help but feel a little flattered.

Time passed as Qiao Yiyuan slowly painted Meng Yao's nails, and Meng Yao also forgot to watch the men's singles match.

Qiao Yiyuan packed up the nail polish and watched the time, and it was almost time to go out after it dried.

"It's so beautiful!" Meng Yao looked at her fingers back and forth with satisfaction.

Seeing that she liked it, his eyes showed a little joy, "I'll paint it for you tomorrow night."

"Okay!"

"Then let's go, the game will start there."

He stood up, picked up her trench coat, put it on her, and helped her carry her bag.

(End of this chapter)