The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 309 What is the explanation for this kind of thing?
Qiao Yiyuan just heard the female boss's words, and the depression disappeared inexplicably, and he was in a happy mood. Although he didn't know why, it was not a bad thing to be in a good mood. Now that he heard her words, he turned around with puzzled eyes look at her.

"What is there to explain this kind of thing to strangers? Don't you know that 'cleaner cleans himself'? It's still very difficult to explain it. There is no silver 300 taels here. You are going to do this kind of stupid thing." After speaking, he walked to the cash register. payment.

Does that mean she was stupid if she did it?
"..." Meng Yao glared at Qiao Yiyuan's tall and straight back standing in front of the cashier.

"Thank you for coming, let's go slowly." The female boss smiled and handed the wrapped paper bag to Qiao Yiyuan with both hands, staring at his handsome face with twinkling eyes.

Qiao Yiyuan nodded slightly, hooked the paper bag with his right index finger and turned around, saw Meng Yao standing with her back at the door of the store, walked up to her in a few steps, and handed the paper bag to her.

"Here, my apology."

She glanced at the paper bag and looked up at him when she heard the words, "What compensation?"

He said seriously, "You are not very angry that I concealed your 'Leaping Cup' matter, and that I lied to you by acting with Mr. Fang. This is an apology."

After hearing this, she crossed her arms and squinted at him intentionally, and said something difficult, "Would it be too shabby for you to give this? No matter what, you have to give someone who is worthy of your status, right?"

For her request, he didn't feel disgusted by the lion's mouth, and stared at her faintly, "OK. What do you want?"

"You're kidding!" After she finished speaking, she reached out and took the paper bag in his hand, glanced at the quantity inside, then smiled and shook the paper bag at him, "Thank you. In future games, we will change the color every game. Can be used for several seasons."

He put his hands in his trouser pockets, smiled without saying a word, and stepped on the stone road with his long legs, "Since you're here, let's go shopping for clothes and see if there are any skirts suitable for changing into performance clothes."

"That's a good idea." Her eyes lit up and she followed his pace.

As soon as they approached, Qiao Yiyuan took the paper bag in Meng Yao's hand and carried it in his hand. Perhaps after getting along for a long time, such small details became natural, as long as they went out together, the person who carried things was always Qiao Yiyuan.

On the way to play while shopping for clothes, Meng Yao would ask Qiao Yiyuan to take pictures when he encountered a beautiful place, but Qiao Yiyuan didn't dislike it either.

Back in Beishi, Meng Yao immediately put herself into training, preparing for the World Figure Skating Grand Prix in October.

The screen of Meng Yao's mobile phone lit up when she placed it on the fence, and there was an incoming call from an unfamiliar number.

Qiao Yiyuan stood beside him, saw the phone number on the phone, looked at Meng Yao who was practicing in the ice rink, reached out to pick up the phone and pressed the silent button, and when the call was cut off, he raised his voice to ask Meng Yao.

"Yaoyao, what is your mobile phone screen password."

Meng Yao stopped, wiped the sweat with her gloved right hand, panted and slid over to take the mobile phone to untie it, handed it to him, turned and slid away to continue practicing.

Looking at her back, Qiao Yiyuan added the strange caller number to the blacklist, then put it down, looked up at Meng Yao and entered the ice rink.

"Ice is not clean enough."

"Yes!"

Entering the Sixth Ring Expressway in Beishi, Qiao Haiting hung up the phone for the third time with a sullen face, and rubbed the edge of his index finger with the ball of his right thumb clenched into a fist on his long leg.

Then a call came to Mrs. Qiao's mobile phone.

In the corner of the cafe by the window, Mrs. Qiao was sitting on the sofa, with a cup of coffee on the table in front of her, and a mobile phone not far from the coffee.

Qiao Yiyuan, who was dressed in a casual suit, walked in steadily from outside the induction door.

(End of this chapter)