The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 667 The Sweetheart

Standing in front of the bookshelf, Meng Yao turned around and looked at him, thinking about what words to use to describe him, walked to the leather chair behind the desk and sat down before looking up at him, and said two words, "Stylish." After speaking, he glanced at his desk, Seeing her photo, I reached out to pick it up to look at it, and teased him for a while, "I always look at her at work."

Qiao Yiyuan, who was sitting sideways on the edge of the desk, glanced at the photo in her hand, looked back at her with a smile, and said proudly, "She is an Olympic champion, a world champion, and my wife."

"Is your wife so powerful? I can't tell." Meng Yao frowned slightly with a serious face.

"My wife is the best female athlete ever."

She gently put the photo frame back in place, raised her right hand to support her cheek, and looked up at him, "Then what am I? Mr. Qiao."

"You," he stood up and walked over, turning the leather chair towards him, leaning down his tall body with his palms under the armrests of the leather chair, trapping her in a space, staring at her and whispering, "My sweetheart If you're not your sweetheart, it's useless to be a wife." After saying that, he leaned over to kiss her, and put his palm on the back of her head.

Meng Yao pushed him away, looked at him with a pretty face, and asked him softly, "I have to go back to the hospital for reexamination today, are you busy?"

"Not busy." Pecking her red lips, he straightened up and put on his coat, then went back to the desk to get the cell phone and car keys, cleaned up the desk, turned off the computer, and led her out of the office.

When passing by the secretary's desk, he told him to call his cell phone if there was something urgent.

After entering the elevator, Qiao Yiyuan looked at his watch and said to her, "If you can, make an appointment for surgery."

When Meng Yao heard that an operation was required, Meng Yao was quite scared, but she still complied.

Coming out of the internal medicine building, Qiao Yiyuan received a call from the secretary, but he still didn’t stop. While answering the phone, he led Meng Yao towards the parking lot. When he arrived at the parking lot, he unscrewed the car, opened the door to let Meng Yao sit in, closed the door and walked around the front of the car. car.

Meng Yao fastened her seat belt and looked at him sideways. He was serious and calm while handling the work, full of the wisdom and momentum of a leader.

After hanging up the phone, he turned his head and saw Meng Yao's fascinated expression. Qiao Yiyuan frowned slightly, and asked her with a light smile, feeling quite inexplicable, "Don't tell me, I just found out that your husband is so charming."

Meng Yao blushed, but she also said sincerely, "Yes, yes! My husband is so attractive that he is simply irresistible. I accept you now, and I don't know how many girls in your company will be heartbroken."

"It needs to be broken. It was broken five years ago when the Winter Olympics opened. It's too fake now." Then he started the car, "Go to eat."

The car drove out of the hospital gate.

Meng Yao glanced at Qiao Yiyuan, who was concentrating on driving, and said, "That... I thought about it, even if I don't participate in the work in front of the stage, I can always do it behind the scenes."

Qiao Yiyuan glanced at her, looked back to the front of the car and said, "First of all, my answer only represents my personal opinion on your question, not my own opinion on whether you put down the skating rink or behind the scenes, okay?"

"Row."

"Okay." He thought for a while and said, "In front of the stage, it should be athletes and coaches, and behind the scenes, based on your current achievements and my country's current figure skating results, it will not be easy. To prepare for the new Winter Olympics, there is only one Meng Yao, so there is only one legend."

"Backstage, you will still have the task of guiding athletes to skate. In figure skating in my country, I don't think anyone can compare to you. The chance of not touching the ice rink is zero. Even if you don't touch the ice rink, I I remember you said that selecting candidates for the Winter Olympics is not an easy task, it’s like finding a needle in a haystack.”

(End of this chapter)