The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 405 Not Everyone Thinks Honestly
"If you don't wake up, it will save you the strength to walk." He fixed his faint eyes on her sleepy and bleary-eyed cute appearance, and easily joked to cover up the sense of loss in his heart.

She smiled "hehe", and became more and more embarrassed, "I can just go by myself, it's not good for people to see the impact of misunderstanding. Let's go up quickly, it's cold outside."

Then when they live together, not everyone thinks honestly, and some people misunderstand them, why doesn't she think so?
Seeing that she was going to get her luggage, he walked over with long legs and took the luggage from her hand, "I'll come. You go get the bag."

Meng Yao glanced at him, saw his side face busy getting out of the car with luggage, "Oh" shrank his neck and walked towards the passenger seat.

After entering the house, Meng Yao glanced at the wall hook while changing shoes, and remembered that Qiao Yiyuan's car key was about to be hung up, so she turned to him and asked, "Mr. Qiao, let me hang up the car key for you."

Qiao Yiyuan, who was lowering his head to change his shoes, took the time to glance at her sideways, "I don't hang my key here anymore."

"Where do you hang it? I'll help you."

"Put it in my room. Do you want to take it in for me?" Qiao Yiyuan teased her, and deliberately took out the car key and handed it to her.

She was quite surprised, "When did it happen, why didn't I find out?" Despite saying this, she reached out for his car keys, and then took his luggage.

Thinking that she really helped him get the key to enter his room, Qiao Yiyuan followed to the living room, put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked at her back, but saw her enter her room.

"..."

It didn't take long for Meng Yao to fold it out again, she had already taken off her down coat, walked up to him and returned the car keys to him, but there was baby powder on the key ring.

He originally just glanced at it casually when she handed it over, but when he got it, he fixed his eyes and saw that it was her fan with a rabbit, and looked at her with slight doubts.

"I see that you like that rabbit very much. I'll give you this one. Although the color is different, it's the same as the rabbit." She looked at him and explained with a smile, then walked towards the kitchen, "Would you like some What? I'm a little hungry."

Looking down at the fan belt rabbit on the car key ring, he let out a long sigh of relief, and when he heard her words, he responded lightly, "No, thank you." After speaking, he turned back to the room with his luggage.

Hearing the slight sound of closing the door, Meng Yao, who had just entered the kitchen door, turned around and saw that Qiao Yiyuan's door had been closed, only to realize that the atmosphere was a little strange.

"I want to ask Yaoyao what she means."

Qiao Yiyuan, who had already taken off his coat, stood in the cloakroom to answer Luo Pianpian's phone call, while on the floor was half-packed luggage, "Wait a minute."

Meng Yao was cooking egg noodles, humming a tune.

Qiao Yiyuan came to the door of the kitchen, watched her enjoy herself for a long time before opening her mouth, "Yaoyao, Pianpian invites us to have lunch at noon tomorrow."

Luo Pianpian on the other end of the phone heard Meng Yao and Qiao Yiyuan's homely conversation, envious and very uncomfortable. She and Yiyuan have known each other for so many years, and the relationship has always been limited to the level of friends, but Meng Yao lives with him like his family. When eating a meal, you have to ask her first before deciding whether you want to have a meal with yourself.

"Yaoyao said yes." Qiao Yiyuan went to the living room and sat down to reply to Luo Pianpian.

"Well, good." Luo Pianpian smiled far-fetchedly, "Yiyuan, I have something to say to you in private tomorrow."

Qiao Yiyuan responded without thinking too much, "We will talk tomorrow."

With his consent, Luo Pianpian was very happy, hung up the phone and immediately opened the closet, thinking about what clothes to wear tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)