The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 411 Are They Fighting?
His words were very light, so light that the moment she heard it, her heart suddenly suppressed, and she was so uncomfortable.

"I didn't ask you to ask people to come back." She said in a muffled voice.

"It's my business to ask or not, you don't have to worry about it." His tone sounded quite suffocating.

Hearing his words, Meng Yao inadvertently remembered what his father had said to her back then, "Don't look at Qiao Yiyuan who looks like a perfect man, attractive, he is stubborn and self-willed. 'Now it looks like that.

Peeking at Qiao Yiyuan's side like a stretched bowstring, he felt that he turned his father's back to be her coach, which was a willful behavior with emotions mixed in, but then again, when any child is not willful in front of his parents, some children are so willful. Old, Mr. Qiao should be regarded as being forced to be willful.

But right now, are they arguing?The last time the situation was similar to the current situation was when the national team suffered a back injury.

...Is this asking her to activate the error confession scheme?
Meng Yao couldn't help but feel hot when she thought of kissing him again to solve the problem quickly.

Qiao Yiyuan didn't say a word until he got back to the door, his handsome face was as tight as a stone in a latrine, smelly and hard.

"Mr. Qiao, wait a minute." Seeing that he was about to return to the room, Meng Yao hurriedly stopped him, put the bonus on the floor and walked towards him.

He turned slightly and looked at her out of the corner of his eye, but still didn't intend to speak.

"Chirp!"

Her neck was caught off guard and pulled down by her arms, and Jun's face was kissed by surprise. The soft and soft touch instantly softened his heart, and the heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, and the gas in his stomach was even more like The discouraged ball suddenly deflated, replaced by irrepressible sweetness.

But even so, Qiao Yiyuan still pretended to be handsome, staring at her cute flushed face without saying a word.

Uncomfortable being stared at by his scorching gaze, Meng Yao took a few steps back, and looked at him from time to time with a cheeky look, "Don't be angry. Don't ask people to return gifts. There is no reason to return the things you give. Return the gift." I'll figure it out on my own, that's all." After speaking, he turned and went back to the room.

thumping!thumping!thumping!
Leaning her back against the door panel, Meng Yao felt her heart beating fast and hard, and raised her hand to touch her face, the temperature was also higher than usual.

Half-distracted, he walked to the end of the bed and sat down, and suddenly seemed to be in a state of concentration, his eyes fixed on a certain part of the room.

Kissing a boy is inherently embarrassing, and when you are embarrassed, you will blush and heartbeat, not to mention that she kissed Mr. Qiao. Although she is used to living with him, she kissed him only the second time. Of course, she did it because she was not used to it. There is this reaction.

Meng Yao let out a long breath, and gradually calmed down.

Qiao Yiyuan looked at the door of Meng Yao's room and withdrew his gaze. With his left hand, he took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket and scanned the date on it. Suddenly, he thought that New Year's Day was approaching, and the year was about to pass. Then he remembered the scene of participating in the glutinous rice ball competition with Meng Yao on New Year's Day this year. , The corner of the mouth can't help but hold a smile.

The thumb of his left hand found a number from the phone book and dialed it. The call was quickly connected, and he spoke to the other party in French.

After the call, he made another call and went out. After finishing the call, he walked to the door of Meng Yao's room, raised his hand and knocked on the door three times.

"I go out for a while."

Meng Yao, who was sitting at the end of the bed playing with her mobile phone, heard what he said, turned her head to look at the door panel, but did not move, because she still felt embarrassed, so she didn't want to open the door.

Outside the door, Qiao Yiyuan didn't get a response, and lowered his head slightly, lowering his eyes to look at the toe of the navy blue cotton slippers.

"..."

The sound of footsteps gradually drifting away, Meng Yao looked at the door panel and stood up from the end of the bed, turned her head to look out the bay window for a while, the snowflakes were still flying.

(End of this chapter)