The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 88 I heard that your English score is 55
Hearing this, Qiao Yiyuan turned his head slightly to look at her beautiful profile, and the corners of his slightly raised mouth raised an arc again. He caught a glimpse of her left hand that was not wearing a glove on her right arm, and took off the black velvet glove on his hand. He pulled her left hand away and stuffed the warm glove into her left hand. Her left hand felt cold to the touch.

"Put it on." After finishing speaking very lightly, he raised his handsome face to look at Lao Liu, and said politely, "Hi, I'm Brother Yaoyao."

As a result, Lao Liu couldn't calm down at all, he just wanted to dig a hole in the ground and hide in it, to see what he had done before, why he was so tongue-in-cheek...I'm so ashamed!
With a warm glove stuffed into her left hand, Meng Yao looked up blankly at Qiao Yiyuan's sharp-edged profile when he was talking to Lao Liu.

"Why are you in a daze, your hands aren't cold?" Qiao Yiyuan lowered his head and saw that she hadn't moved, so he said something more.

Meng Yao immediately came back to her senses, put on the gloves slowly, and her hands, which were so cold that they were so stiff and painful, suddenly warmed up.

After putting on his gloves, Qiao Yiyuan put his arms around Meng Yao's shoulders, turned and left the club door, and walked towards the car parked by the side of the road.

Old Liu watched them leave, his gloved hands kept patting his old face, which was flushed from the cold and also blushed from doing something wrong.

"No face, no face, no face..." He kept chanting words.

Such a handsome, rich-looking young man is my cousin...

"Thank you, Mr. Qiao, for helping me again." After getting into the car, Meng Yao took off her gloves and put them aside. When she looked up at him, she happened to meet his faint eyes. There was a moment of silence in the atmosphere, she said curiously , "Mr. Qiao is looking for me for something?"

"I'm a little hungry, let's have supper first." He answered the question and changed the subject.

Her clarified eyes lit up, and she said with a smile, "I know there is a very good beef noodle stall. To express my gratitude, can I invite you to eat noodles to thank me?"

After talking without thinking, Mr. Qiao looked like the kind of fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, would he eat roadside stalls like ordinary people?Would you even refuse to sit?
Meng Yao, can't you pass your brain before talking to Mr. Qiao?
She opened her mouth to change it, but he was one step ahead of her.

"can."

At the beef noodle stall, Meng Yao greeted the proprietress and ordered two large bowls of beef noodles.

When the proprietress was talking to her, she looked at Qiao Yiyuan from time to time, then led them to sit there, and wiped the tables and chairs again.

Qiao Yiyuan looked at the chair, then at Meng Yao, and then sat down with an upright posture.

Seeing that he was sitting, Meng Yao sat down on his left, talking happily, "Although this beef noodle is a roadside stall, you have to eat it in the cold wind, but it is better than many restaurants, absolutely. The color, aroma, and taste are all good, but no one eats it now because it is very late."

"It sounds like you're a frequent visitor here." Qiao Yiyuan looked sideways at her.

"Oh, it used to be."

While talking, the proprietress brought two bowls of beef noodles to the table. Meng Yao reached out for chopsticks and handed them to Qiao Yiyuan.

Qiao Yiyuan looked at her respectfully and cautiously, and had the illusion of an employee facing his boss. The corners of his mouth curled up indistinctly. Nod slightly.

"It's chewy and the soup is good."

Hearing his comment, she smiled and lowered her head to eat noodles.

"I heard that your English score is 55." He raised his face, and suddenly threw out a sentence.

"Pfft...cough..."

Hearing these words suddenly, Meng Yao choked on her face, turned to the side and coughed desperately.

(End of this chapter)