The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 491
Meng Yao lowered her head slightly, but did not immediately respond to Qu Xi's words.

In fact, she understands what Brother Qiao thinks a little bit, and she doesn't want to be separated from Brother Qiao, but she just thinks that doing so will make her mother feel sad. In the past three years, her mother has been hurt physically and mentally, and now she is sad because of her If not, she will feel very unfilial.

"Brother Qu, I can understand Fourth Brother Qiao." She looked up at Qu Xi, and then pressed her finger prints on the back of the document.

Qu Xi gave her one of the documents, "Remember to show it to Coach Chen when you go back. From now on, we have terminated the cooperative relationship. Even so, Brother Qu will still support you, and you can ask me for help if you need anything. You don’t need me, your fourth brother Qiao can handle it.” The latter sentence is his self-deprecating.

"Thank you, Brother Qu." She curved her lips slightly.

He also smiled, raised his watch to check the time, put the documents back into the leather bag and stood up, "I still have work, can you go back alone? Or I'll ask the driver to take you back."

"No, I'm not going home." She folded the document and put it in her backpack. "I told my mother to go back after having a celebration banquet with you. I'll go shopping by myself." After speaking, she looked up at him, "Qu Brother, go back to the company first."

"That's okay, be careful alone." He patted her on the head, turned around to check out, and left.

Then Meng Yao walked out of the coffee shop and saw Qu Xi's car driving into the driveway, she folded her coat collar with both hands, turned and walked towards the sidewalk, checked the time on her phone, and decided to go to Qiao Yiyuan's house to find him.

A black limousine stopped by the side of the ice rink.

In the quiet ice rink, there was only the sound of skates scratching on the ice, and Qiao Yiyuan was skating on the ice in a black practice suit.

Deng!
Hook and jump around.

The tempered glass door was pushed open, and a pair of black high-heeled short boots walked in, but they stopped for a moment, and the lipsticked mouth opened slightly in surprise.

Deng!
Axel hops around.

Qiao Yiyuan slid backwards and slid Yan-style balance. When he was turning, he caught a glimpse of a figure at the door. He thought Meng Yao was coming, so he changed his foot and slid towards the entrance and exit of the fence, but he saw that it was not Meng Yao, but Mrs. Qiao. His faint eyes were surprised He was slightly taken aback, but quickly returned to normal.

Mrs. Qiao walked quickly to the small square table by the ice rink to pick up a white towel, and then walked to the side of Qiao Yiyuan, who had already slid to the edge of the ice rink, panting slightly and bent over to put on the skate holster. Pass him the towel.

"Thank you, Mom." He took the towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"I thought you taught Meng Yao how to skate, but you can skate so well." Mrs. Qiao looked at him and said.

Qiao Yiyuan didn't say a word about this, but instead asked her, "Why did Mom come here?" While speaking, he put his arms around her shoulders and walked her out of the tempered glass door.

"I miss my son." Madam Qiao smiled, "Would you like to go home for dinner tonight?"

"There is a celebration banquet tonight." He sat down with Mrs. Qiao.

"What celebration banquet?"

"world champion."

Mrs. Qiao suddenly understood, and turned to say, "During breakfast this morning, I told your father to ask him to apologize to Meng Yao. Guess what he said?"

"Meng Yao won the world championship and whether he apologized are two different things. It's not that he suggested that Meng Yao apologize after winning the world championship. You bet him that he agreed to continue until the Olympic season."

Mrs. Qiao smiled and sighed, "The phrase 'to know a son is like a father' should be reversed, that is what he said. But you and Meng Yao have already got the chance to continue the Olympic season, and your father will not. There will be no reason to say anything."

Qiao Yiyuan did not respond to this.

(End of this chapter)