The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 614 Who misses you so much

Caught off guard, she fell into Gu's strong chest. Meng Yao was about to struggle, but when she smelled a familiar smell, she raised her head and saw that it was Qiao Yiyuan, with a surprised expression on her face.

"How did you come?"

He raised his right palm to caress her cheek, which was cool, "You didn't respond when I called you, why are you so preoccupied? Walking like this is dangerous, do you know..."

Unexpectedly, Meng Yao wrapped her arms around his waist, and nestled her delicate body into his broad arms, the words Qiao Haiting said were still circling in her mind.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that I should do something.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that she suddenly took the initiative to hug him, he hugged her tightly behind his back.

"Cold." She casually found an excuse.

Qiao Yiyuan bowed his head and kissed her softly on the top of her hair tenderly, took her into his arms and walked towards the car. After approaching, he opened the door of the passenger seat, helped her to sit in, closed the door and walked around the front of the car to get into the car.

Meng Yao had already fastened her seat belt, and when she saw him getting into the car, she smiled at him, "Nini said she would have dinner with me, but I can't wait for her, I haven't eaten yet, shall we go eat something delicious? "

"Haven't eaten yet?" He frowned and stared at her, "Won't you eat until you wait for her? How many times have I told you not to be hungry."

Saying so in his mouth, he fastened his seat belt with his hands, started the car and took her to dinner.

When I went to the Chinese restaurant to order good food, Meng Yao ate alone. I wonder if it was because he was influenced by Qiao Yiyuan after being together for a long time, and the way he ate was more elegant.

After eating almost, Meng Yao looked at Qiao Yiyuan who had been with him all the time, the two looked at each other, neither of them spoke.

Finally Meng Yao was full, Qiao Yiyuan called the waiter to check out, sat for a while before leaving the restaurant hand in hand.

"I have work to do tomorrow."

"Tomorrow I'm going abroad."

After getting into the car, the two spoke in unison, turned their heads to look at each other after speaking, and then laughed at the same time.

"Then how long are you going?" Meng Yao asked.

Qiao Yiyuan reached out to shake her hand, "It depends on the situation, but I will do it as soon as possible so that you won't miss me too much."

"Who misses you so much, you put gold on your face!" She blushed and coquettishly.

"Who else is far away in the sky and close in front of you." He leaned forward and kissed her blushing face.

After breakfast the next morning, Meng Yao went to the hospital alone, but Chen Juan said she wanted to go with her, but she refused.

The gynecology department is always very busy, and there was a long queue early in the morning. Meng Yao had to wait, but the more she waited, the more nervous she became. So I got up to breathe.

Come to the chair in the corridor of the hospital, sit down, and take a long breath.

"It's really pitiful. Married into a rich family but can't have children."

"That's right, not to mention wealthy families, even ordinary families can't accept a hen that can't lay eggs. Divorce will happen sooner or later."

"After being treated for so long and suffering so many crimes, it still can't be cured."

"I heard that her mother-in-law has asked for a divorce."

The conversation between the two nurses as they walked fell into Meng Yao's ears. Looking at their backs as they walked away, her mind couldn't help but start to think wildly.

After sitting for 10 minutes, Meng Yao returned to the gynecology department, and after waiting for 2 minutes, her number was called.

Meng Yao sat down and handed the registration form and medical records to the doctor.

The doctor reached out and put the registration form in a box aside, and looked at her, "What's uncomfortable?"

"Hmm... Dysmenorrhea." After saying two words, her face turned red.

"How long? Does it hurt?"

"It's been a few years, and I have to take medicine every time."

"Have you ever had sex, history of miscarriage?"

(End of this chapter)