The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 138
"President, the chairman wants me to tell you that he does not agree to let an unknown athlete speak for him. If he must use a figure skater, he will choose Ruan Feifei."

Just before get off work time at noon, Qin Fei came in to report.

Qiao Yiyuan, who had already put on his coat and was about to leave the office, was not surprised at all when he heard Qin Fei's report, and did not speak immediately, but looked down at his right hand and adjusted the men's ring on his left middle finger.

Qin Fei actually doesn't understand this boss who is younger than himself. He is convinced of his ability, and he has nothing to say about his business strategy.

What he didn't understand was his boss's preference for figure skating. He felt that there was no reason for it. As the boss's father, the chairman seemed to disapprove of his boss's spending too much time on figure skating.

"I'll tell him, you don't have to worry about this matter." After a while, Qiao Yiyuan raised his head and said to Qin Fei, and left the office after speaking.

He didn't run into any red lights along the way, and entered the gate of Meng's community within ten minutes.

Ding dong, ding dong!
It wasn't long before the door opened.

Standing inside the door, Meng Yao saw him standing outside the door with his body wrapped in wind and cold, and smiled, "It's a bit early today, come in quickly."

Qiao Yiyuan noticed that she didn't wear an apron today, and wondered if someone was cooking for her today, but she didn't open her mouth even though she thought so, and stepped in with a slight nod of her head, bringing in some chill.

Meng Yao, who was wrapped in warmth, sensed the cold air emanating from his body, so she moved away a little, and habitually helped him take the cotton slippers out of the shoe cabinet and put them on the floor.

"Dinner will be served soon, please sit down."

Seeing the figure who turned around and walked towards the sofa in the living room after finishing speaking, Qiao Yiyuan glanced in the direction of the kitchen, where the sound of cooking was being heard, which fulfilled his guess, and bowed his head to change his shoes in silence.

Just as she took off her coat and hung it up, Second Aunt Meng came out of the kitchen and saw Qiao Yiyuan coming, she smiled politely, "Mr. Qiao is here."

Seeing Second Aunt Meng, Qiao Yiyuan was a little surprised, because Second Aunt Meng always stayed with Coach Chen in the hospital and didn't have much time to come here.

"Second Aunt Meng." He lightly tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Second Aunt Meng turned to Meng Yao who was reading, "Yaoyao, go and set the dishes."

As soon as Meng Yao heard this, she immediately got up and went into the kitchen, but she couldn't help but compare herself to the victorious scissorhands in her heart.

She's about to stop cooking for Mr. Joe, oh yeah!
When Meng Yao entered, Second Aunt Meng smiled at Qiao Yiyuan, "Please sit down, Mr. Qiao, I have something to tell you."

Qiao Yiyuan, standing beside the hanger with his hands in his trouser pockets, seemed to have expected it, nodded and walked towards the sofa.

In the dining room, Meng Yao hummed a little tune and set the bowls and chopsticks. Seeing that they hadn't come in yet, she started serving three more bowls of rice. It was self-evident that she was in a good mood.

Just after putting down the third bowl of rice, Second Aunt Meng and Qiao Yiyuan walked into the dining room one after another.

"It's all ready." Second Aunt Meng smiled, "Mr. Qiao, sit down and eat."

Qiao Yiyuan responded, and waited for Second Aunt Meng to sit down before sitting down opposite Meng Yao.

"Yaoyao, I think it's good for you to cook for Mr. Qiao to express your gratitude, and I support it very much." Second Aunt Meng said to Meng Yao with a smile.

Eh?
Meng Yao was stunned.

Why is it completely inconsistent with the previous statement?The second aunt obviously wanted to discuss an explanation with Mr. Qiao!

Looking up at Qiao Yiyuan on the opposite side, Qiao Yiyuan is like a chicken pecking at rice, eating more elegantly than usual and pleasing to the eye.

Sensing that she was looking at him, Qiao Yiyuan looked up at her, "Is there something on my face?"

Meng Yao shook her head, wanting to cry but no tears.

Why is that?Isn't Second Aunt very angry?She has a foot injury!
(End of this chapter)