The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 431
When Qiao Yiyuan recovered, Meng Yao had already fallen asleep leaning against his chest.

He knew it, drunk and talking nonsense, and teasing him, little villain.

After Meng Yao lay down and covered her with the quilt, Qiao Yiyuan secretly kissed her on the forehead, then walked out of the room to the sofa in the living room, half squatted down and reached out to shake the sleeping Gumani's shoulder.

"Miss Gu, wake up."

"...Dead fly, go away." Gumanni was not only full of mouth, but also bored.

Qiao Yiyuan's handsome face darkened slightly, then he sighed deeply, picked her up and carried her to Meng Yao's room, and let her sleep with Meng Yao.

After tidying up, Qiao Yiyuan put Gumanni's key on her bedside table, and finally took a long look at Meng Yao before leaving.

Sitting in the car, Qiao Yiyuan sighed quietly and laughed at himself, his mood fluctuated just because of her words, and he really went back to life more and more.

The car left Meng's community in the cold early morning, and the gorgeous fireworks in the night sky sent Qiao Yiyuan all the way back to Qiao's house.

At nine o'clock in the morning on the first day of the new year, there was a loud cry in Meng Yao's room.

Gumani got out of bed in a hurry, and then rushed to the bathroom.

Meng Yao also woke up, holding her uncomfortable head with both hands, opening her eyes, squinting her eyes and looking around, she saw that it was her own room, recalling what happened last night, but she had no memory of what happened after she got drunk.

Gumanni came out of the bathroom after washing and saw Meng Yao woke up, "Happy New Year, Yaoyao~"

"Happy New Year, Nini." Meng Yao sat up from the bed.

"I'm going home quickly. My parents will definitely count me as a big New Year's sleepover at someone else's house. There are no rules and distances for such a grown-up... How could I drink too much?" Gumanni recalled the situation last night , a little unclear, simply gave up and turned around and walked out of the room to find the bag, "I'll go first, Yaoyao! The New Year's gift is on the coffee table!"

"Okay, call me when you get home!"

Unexpectedly, she walked so fast, Meng Yao got out of bed and responded, but before reaching the door, she heard the sound of closing the door, so she stood at the door and stared in the direction of the door.

All of a sudden, she returned to tranquility, and only heard the whistling wind outside the window. It took her a long time to turn her eyes away to look at the gift on the coffee table, and then looked around the deserted house. The feeling of loneliness invaded her heart.

After a long time, I went back to my room to look for my phone, and turned on the screen. There was a missed call from Aunt Meng, and Qiao Yiyuan's WeChat red envelope for the New Year.

Seeing Qiao Yiyuan's message, Meng Yao raised her mouth and called Aunt Meng first, and then Qiao Yiyuan.

Qiao Yiyuan was discussing the details of Qiao Yining's wedding with his family, with a look of lack of sleep, and because of this, Qiao Haiting read a few words. When he received Meng Yao's call, he was refreshed and deliberately got up and walked to the side to answer it.

"Happy New Year, Mr. Joe."

Hearing her smiling New Year's greetings, Qiao Yiyuan came to the French shutter window with one hand in his trouser pocket, and greeted her with a smile.

"Happy New Year, Yaoyao. Did you sleep well?"

"It's okay. Last night...you sent me back?"

"Otherwise you sleepwalked back?" He teased her.

She blushed, and habitually raised her hand to scratch the back of her head in embarrassment, "Then...did I go crazy with alcohol last night?"

"I didn't get drunk, I just said some weird things."

She took a breath and stuttered slightly, "What... what?"

"You said you liked me." Qiao Yiyuan deliberately used her nonsense to shame her.

Meng Yao's face flushed red, her heart rate soared, and she couldn't even speak smoothly, "How, how, how, maybe..."

Did she really say she liked Mr. Joe last night? !God!

Hearing her voice trembling like chaff sifting with fright, Qiao Yiyuan pressed his mouth and nose lightly with his left hand and smiled lowly.

Looking at Qiao Yiyuan's sweet appearance that seems to be in love, several people in the living room looked at each other suspiciously.

(End of this chapter)