The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 81 I Didn't Participate in the National Winter Games
One morning's training, Meng Yao was completely out of shape. Coach Lu noticed it, but didn't say anything.

At 11:30, Meng Yao spoke to Coach Lu and hurriedly left the club with a paper bag.

Qiao Yiyuan left the office at twelve o'clock sharp, and when he entered the elevator, he received a WeChat message from Meng Yao, telling him where she was waiting for him.

Seeing this, he remembered her reaction on the phone last night.

Qu Xi, who was behind him, happened to raise his head to take a look, he couldn't keep his mouth shut and let out a meaningful yow, Qiao Yiyuan glanced at him, he immediately turned his head away, and whistled with his hands in his pockets as if nothing had happened.

Qiao Yiyuan put the phone back into his trouser pocket, staring at him with faint eyes.

Gradually, Qu Xi felt as if the cold light was on his back. In order to relieve the discomfort, he took out his mobile phone to make a phone call and make an appointment with a beautiful woman, "Baby, I am free today, and I will take you to eat, drink, and go shopping..."

Ding.

The elevator door opened in the parking lot on the first basement, and Qu Xi flirted with lover No. N and walked out.

Qiao Yiyuan, who followed him out of the elevator, walked a few steps and then stood there with one hand in his pocket, holding the car key with his right hand, playing with the key, watching Qu Xi take the car and leave before moving his long legs .

In a corner of the quiet and elegant restaurant, Meng Yao and Qiao Yiyuan sat face to face.

The waitress who glanced at Qiao Yiyuan from time to time slightly lowered her head and stood at the table waiting to order, constantly marveling at Qiao Yiyuan's handsomeness.

"order."

Qiao Yiyuan looked at Meng Yao, who had heavy circles under her eyes and seemed a little reserved since she sat down, feeling like she was back when she first met her.

"Mr. Qiao, order, I can do whatever I want." Meng Yao glanced at him, lowered her eyes after speaking, reached out to pick up the water glass and slowly drank the water.

Qiao Yiyuan, who was looking at her, took a long time to pick up the menu, flipped through it two or three times, ordered a few dishes on the menu with his well-defined index finger, closed the menu, and handed it to the waiter with one hand. she.

"Is the training density very high recently?"

After he finished speaking, he frowned secretly and thought about it carefully. After returning from Haishi and having a celebration meal at Meng's house, it seemed that they hadn't seen each other for a week.

The waitress standing on the side took the menu with both hands and peeked at Qiao Yiyuan, covered half of her blushing face with the menu, turned around and left quickly.

Naturally, Meng Yao also noticed the nympho of the waitress, probably because she had been in touch with Qiao Yiyuan a little too much, and she was already calm and composed when facing his handsome appearance that even women would envy.

She nodded to his words, "I'm training every day, I don't even have time to go to school."

It is estimated that at the end of the term, her door will have a red light.

Alas... I lose sight of the other, isn't that the way it is, I'll go back to Nini for a make-up lesson.

Qiao Yiyuan sat slightly to the left, with his slender legs folded naturally, and his slender fingers crossed on the long legs, "Are you going to participate in the National Winter Games next month?"

After asking, in order not to make her feel uncomfortable, she moved her eyes from her lovely face to the chatter of the lunch rush outside the window.

Meng Yao's lowered eyes inadvertently glanced at his left hand on his long leg, and found that there was a silver-gray engraved ring on his index finger, and then peeked at the silver-gray turtleneck sweater he was wearing, young and steady. Adding a sense of fashion, coupled with the impeccable appearance, it is difficult to conceal the elegant temperament of a gentleman.

It is already outstanding without decoration, but with a little decoration, it feels much better in an instant.

To say that Mr. Qiao is the moon in the sky really wronged him...

"I didn't participate in the National Winter Games." The feeling of depression in her heart made her pout subconsciously, and the loss was even more difficult to hide in her words.

Hearing this, his eyes fell back on her face, just in time to catch the cute little movement of her pouting, and the thin lips paused before saying, "Why?"

(End of this chapter)