The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 545 Just Make Me Happy
——"Thank you. I also wish you good results in Canada."

——"Of course I will get good grades for the motherland, you don't need to remind me. You can continue to rest."

The words were very Ruan Feifei, Meng Yao couldn't help laughing, and started to reply.

——"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. I'm already recovering. I will work hard to recover. I believe we will meet on the court soon."

Then, nothing below.

Ruan Feifei, who was participating in the Four Continents Championship in Canada, was relieved to see Meng Yao's reply and had no doubts about her words.

They cannot be called friends, but this is a kind of intuition, a kind of trust that does not belong to friends but belongs to opponents on the field.

The arena without Meng Yao is so boring...

"Mom, I'll just go down by myself." Outside Meng's house, Meng Yao sat in a wheelchair and said to Chen Juan who insisted on taking her downstairs, "Second uncle and aunt are still inside, hurry up and watch the Spring Festival Gala."

"Then be careful." Chen Juan told her.

"understood."

Meng Yao drove the automatic wheelchair to the elevator, reached out and pressed the door open button, and waited for the elevator door to open.

The elevator door closed, and Chen Juan, who was still standing in front of the door, closed it.

A gust of biting cold wind rushed towards her face, so cold that Meng Yao, who had just stepped out of the elevator, shrank her neck, and the wheelchair turned around and drove towards the exit of the corridor illuminated by incandescent lights.

The clear and familiar sound of steady footsteps gradually approached, Meng Yao was overjoyed, a smile spread from the corner of her mouth, and she accelerated the speed of the wheelchair.

Qiao Yiyuan, who was wearing a dark gray coat, appeared under the incandescent light, his figure was stretched obliquely, and when he saw that she ran down alone, he frowned slightly, and his slender legs walked forward in two steps.

"So disobedient, you ran down alone. If I haven't arrived, are you foolish to drink the northwest wind here?" Listening to the reproach, it was more distressing that she was blown by the cold wind.

"Every time you come to pick me up, I want to wait for you too." She smiled at his displeased handsome face, looked down, and saw that he was wearing a turtleneck sweater without a scarf today, so Take out the scarf from the bag, "Squat down, I'll wrap it around for you."

He looked down at the iron-gray scarf in her hand, and at a glance, he knew it was not bought. It was very different from those sold on the market. He raised his eyes to see her happy face, said nothing, and squatted directly in front of her, whatever She helped tie the neckerchief.

After finishing, she said to him again, "Stand up and have a look."

He stood up obediently, and took a step back, which just happened to block the cold wind blowing in from the corridor, preventing her from being chilled.

"Hmm...it's a bit shorter." She frowned a little dissatisfied, and wanted to take it back into the furnace and rebuild it.

"I think it looks great," he began. "Don't you think it goes well with my coat?"

She raised her eyes to meet his gaze, saw through his thoughts, and smiled sweetly in her heart, "Just make me happy."

"My girlfriend should be coaxing, but to be honest, it's not enough, right?" He bent over, resting his palms on the armrests on both sides of the wheelchair and looking down at her.

"How can..."

chirp.

He swallowed her words in his stomach.

Her face turned red instantly, and she glared at him coquettishly, "This is under surveillance, please restrain yourself."

"I blocked everything, so I couldn't take pictures."

"It's just because it's blocked that it makes people suspicious."

"..."

"Let's go." She tugged at his coat.

He stretched out his hands and pulled her arms around her neck, slightly tilted his head next to her ear and said to her, "It's done, I'm not responsible for the wrestling."

(End of this chapter)