The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 80 I Pick You Up

Seeing Ruan Feifei's call, Meng Yao was in a daze for about ten seconds before answering.

"Hello?" Why did Ruan Feifei call her?
Ruan Feifei was also at the ice rink at this time, but she was about to leave, and Coach Su by the fence not far away was finishing the work.

"It doesn't matter if I tell you the last question." Ruan Feifei lay on the fence, her slender and well-proportioned left leg kept kicking backwards.

Anyway, the person who gave the CD was gone, so it didn't matter if I told her.

Meng Yao recalled the scene last time, and asked without hesitation, "Don't you want to tell me?" After finishing speaking, she realized that she had said the wrong thing, afraid that she would hang up the phone, and said repeatedly, "Say what you say, I'll listen on."

"What are you talking about, Miss Ben just found out that she made a wrong call." Ruan Feifei snorted after finishing the call.

Who the hell wants to tell her, but can't even say a word!
Meng Yao, who was hung up on the phone, looked puzzled.

"..." Wrong call?
"Baby, go back." Coach Su walked over with a shoulder bag and smiled, seeing her staring at the phone with an unhappy face, looked at her dotingly and asked, "Who called just now to make my baby unhappy? "

Ruan Feifei pursed her lips, and said reluctantly, "Meng Yao." Then she walked out holding Coach Su's arm.

Coach Su looked at her with surprise, "Since when did my baby start paying attention to others?"

Ruan Feifei snorted, "That's her great honor." She would not call anyone casually.

Getting used to her little tsundere, Coach Su pursed his lips and smiled, stretched out his hands to gather her coat, turned his head to look in front of him, and said, "You really have a good eye for treating her like a rival baby!"

When Ruan Feifei heard this, her exquisite face flashed with discomfort, and she denied it unhappily, "A person who can't even jump up to the standard is worthy of being my opponent? Tch!"

Coach Su smiled in his heart knowingly.

"Then why did you call her?"

"Wrong type!"

"Is that so? I remember my baby hates making mistakes."

"Mom, you are so annoying..."

It was another exhausting night after training, and it was eleven o'clock when Meng Yao returned home.Usually Meng Yao would go to the dance studio to practice when she got home, and she would take a shower and go to bed after twelve o'clock.

Throwing the small backpack on the single sofa, he turned and walked towards the dance room, but the corner of his eyes glanced at the paper bag placed in the corner of the sofa, he stopped walking, turned his head to look at the paper bag, and remembered that he wanted to return Mr. Qiao's coat But keep forgetting to go out.

The entire Qiao's building, except for the brightly lit floor-to-ceiling windows of the president's office, was basically darkened.

Qiao Yiyuan was operating the computer when the phone on the desk rang, his eyes did not leave the computer screen, when he reached out to pick up the phone, he looked down at the incoming call, looked back at the computer screen and swiped his thumb across the phone screen to connect, but the phone was placed on the ear While looking at the caller ID, his faint eyes narrowed slightly.

"..."

Putting the phone back to her ear, she heard Meng Yao's embarrassingly polite words before she even opened her mouth.

"Mr. Qiao, I'm sorry to call you so late. I'm afraid I'll forget it tomorrow, so I called you in advance. I've finished washing your coat. When do you think you have time? I'll send it to you."

Qiao Yiyuan, who had a question mark in his head, only remembered it after she talked about it, and said calmly, "I'll pick you up from the club tomorrow at noon, and you can just drop by me."

Meng Yao's jaw was about to drop in shock. Thinking of the words of Head Coach Zhu and Coach Lu, she refused without thinking, "No need, Mr. Qiao, just tell me the location and I'll go there by myself!"

Hearing the shock in her voice, he narrowed his faint eyes slightly, and his tone was rarely refusal.

"I'll pick you up at noon tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)