The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 506 I'm Sorry

These actions have shown that everything related to Qiao Yiyuan has been cut off.

Chen Juan, who watched her series of actions, turned back to the room, a thin tear rolled down her cheek, she looked down at the phone in her hand, and suddenly hoped that Qiao Yiyuan was not the illegitimate child, it was just a misunderstanding, a turn of events An oolong who cries and laughs.

But it had actually happened in her life, and she had no reason to doubt it.

In the room, Meng Yao sobbed and took off the necklace Qiao Yiyuan gave her, and looked at the pendant.

——"I can't be by your side in the future, wear it, like I am with you."

Thinking of what Qiao Yiyuan said, tears burst out again, and he started to throw it into the trash can, but at that moment, his heart was so painful that he wanted to throw it away, but his hands couldn't control it, so he couldn't bear to throw it away.

The scenes since the acquaintance with Qiao Yiyuan, like a movie, flipped through her mind frame by frame.

Meng Yao put away the necklace and put it in an inconspicuous corner of the closet.

Brother Joe, I'm sorry.My mother has been hurt physically and mentally for three years because of this incident, and I don't want her to be hurt by the same incident again because of my willfulness, so I gave up our relationship without authorization, I am really sorry.

Staring silently at the box in the corner for a long time, Meng Yao closed the closet door and the box was swallowed by darkness. She took off her coat and put it on the bed, then went into the bathroom to wash her face, but while washing her face, her eyes accidentally glanced at the woolen sweater on the side of her neck. There is a faint bruise on the high collar of his body, which looks like a lip print when he stretches out his hand.

Not long ago, the scene of being kissed by Qiao Yiyuan sore her neck came to mind.

"..."

Tears fell down again, and the heart with love roots seemed to be pulled up from the ground to leave the roots of the soil.

Qiao Zeyuan returned home, his eyelids kept twitching, which disturbed him, he raised his hand to press his eyelids with his fingertips, and kept twitching as soon as he let go, thinking about Meng Yao inexplicably, but he just thought about it and didn't think much about it. .

At dinner time, Qiao Yiyuan returned to Qiao's house, and after having dinner with his family, he went into the study with Qiao Haiting.

"You and Meng Yao parted ways." Qiao Haiting said bluntly.

Qiao Yiyuan, who was sitting across from him, gave a soft "um", looking a little lazy. Regarding figure skating, he didn't want to discuss with him at all, so he didn't answer with much enthusiasm.

"No wonder you didn't dare to promise me the last dinner." Qiao Haiting's words had a hint of desperation.

Qiao Yiyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and said directly, "If Dad asks me for something, it's a so-called joke. I don't think there's any need to talk about it. Meng Yao can choose whoever she wants as a coach, and that's her business."

"I have a friend whose daughter happens to be a figure skater, so you should be her coach." Qiao Haiting said suddenly.

Hearing this, Qiao Yiyuan was looking at him directly, with a businessman's scrutiny of the businessman and consideration of the requirements in his faint eyes, and he took a good afternoon to bask in it.

"Dad, if you have something to say, just say it. Is it interesting to test me with something that doesn't match your usual practice? Also, it's my business who I want to coach. Dad doesn't like figure skating. Please don't interfere. Take care of these things."

"Meng Yao kicked you away as soon as Chen Juan was discharged from the hospital, but you still defend her, do you like her?" Qiao Haiting stared at him sharply.

Qiao Yiyuan frowned, "Dad, where did you hear the rumors? It's just inexplicable. Why did Coach Chen kick me away as soon as Meng Yao was discharged from the hospital?"

"Don't confuse me, you know what my point is." Qiao Haiting glared at him.

(End of this chapter)