Li Yongxuan stared at them carefully. To make a movie, they can also—
"I don't like the way you look." Mai Weizhe narrowed his eyes and said dangerously, "What are you thinking about? Are you trying to sell us? We're short of money, yes, but not that much!"
"I just thought, maybe, I can help."
"No need!" Mai Weizhe refused immediately, with no room for negotiation. "I don't want you to think about that!"
In the midst of the noisy rhetoric, Grandpa Mai had the sharpest ears, and when he heard the phone ringing, he got up to answer it silently. "Yes, this is the Mai Mansion... Who are you looking for?"
While everyone was still arguing about what product skating should endorse, and why Mai Weizhe was so stubborn and unwilling to listen to Li Yongxuan's advice, Lord Mai came back, his gray eyebrows were locked, and he said calmly, "Yongxuan, find me. yours."
find her? Li Yongxuan also frowned. How can it be? It's so weird.
After picking up the phone, she snorted first.
There was silence and no response.
"Hello?" She tried again, confused, "I'm Li Yongxuan, who is it?"
"Are you really, living with him?" the low male voice asked in disbelief.
Then, it hung up.
Li Yongxuan was in a daze with the wireless microphone, only a monotonous beeping sound came from it.
Seeing her like this, the people who had been arguing in a lively manner were also quiet, and their eyes were all focused on Li Yongxuan who suddenly did not move like a statue.
"Sister Xuanxuan, what's wrong? Is it a harassing call?" An Run asked worriedly.
Mai Weizhe reached over, slowly pulled out the microphone she was holding tightly, and pressed a few keys to try to check, but the incoming call was not displayed, and it was impossible to see why.
His eyes turned sharp, and he glanced at the grandpa who answered the phone. Grandpa Old Mai just shook his head slightly, he didn't know who it was.
In fact, Li Yongxuan herself is not 100% sure, but she is at least 90% sure; the voice is definitely not unfamiliar, she recognized it with just a few words.
After all, that person was once the only emotional sustenance in her lonely life.
It's just... How did Director Liang know Mak's phone number? How do you know she lives here
Her whole person was in unprecedented chaos, her smile was gone, her brilliance was gone, as if she had lost her soul, and even Mai Weizhe quietly held her hand under the dining table, unaware.
There was only one thought in her mind: what does he want to do
【Chapter VII】
The long training camp finally came to an end, and the competition came.
At the noisy competition site, Mai Weizhe, who was preparing to play in the next round, was sitting in the rest area, his protective gear and skates were all dressed up and ready to go. His expression was calm, even a little thoughtful, completely unaffected by the surrounding broadcasts and conversations.
An athlete of his level must be trained to be a little numb in the face of big games, otherwise, if you have to be nervous every time you compete, the chance of malfunctioning will greatly increase. Stress resistance is innate, and it is also acquired through rigorous training.
But this time, Mai Weizhe's calm is all superficial, and the waves in his heart are turbulent, and no one can see it.
His most hated opponent is about to face him again soon. Over the past year, in every major speed skating competition, the opponent's dear friend has always been haunted. The two have won the championship and runner-up in all competitions, and the competition is still fierce. The sports media called them a battle of gentlemen, and every game was a hot spot.
Gentleman ass.
The opponent has a lot of small moves, and he can use all means in order to win. When fighting for a favorable position, he blocks, kidnaps, slides beyond the legal range, and deliberately stretches his feet into the direction of the competitor's advance... Everything comes. Mai Weizhe was plotted several times by him.
bad people. If you have the guts, try it out today. He Mai Weizhe has never been a submissive player. When the kidnapper came, he would definitely fight back and beat him back.
The same is true in real life, whoever has the guts to gossip and touch him, don't even think about retreating! It doesn't matter what kind of big group you are, what kind of person in charge, and director!
His face was probably gloomy, and An Run had been paying close attention to him since the fit of sharpening the ice blade in the lounge at the back. At this moment, the little boy silently sat beside him.
"Brother Mai, don't be angry anymore, sister Xuanxuan is already here." An Run quickly played the trump card, hoping to make Mai Weizhe relax a bit. After all, the next game, the medal hope is on him!
Mai Weizhe tilted his head and glanced at him, "Who said I was angry?"
Although his mouth was hard, his eyes quickly swept behind An Run. Not seeing her figure, he came back and stared at An Run coldly, his eyes silently asked: What about people
"Over there." An Run quickly pointed to the auditorium beside him.
Sure enough, following the instructions, Li Yongxuan's pretty figure appeared in the stands. She accompanies Grandpa Old Mai to watch the game.
In the last part, he entered the devil stage. He couldn't go home, so he set off early to enter the contestant village where the competition was held. They only contacted by phone and hadn't seen each other for a long time.
He's been through a tug like never before. Not the actual tugging of a deep tissue massage by a strength trainer, but a heart-to-heart battle. His instinct was to grab her hard, take her completely, and keep other threats out of the way; but the reality is, he can't do that. Li Yongxuan is a thoughtful and independent individual, and she should be able to make decisions and judgments on her own.
However, if that rotten person dares to appear again and interferes with obscene little gestures, don't blame him, Mai Weizhe, for being rude—
"Brother Mai, Sister Xuanxuan is here, why are you so scary?" An Run was about to tremble. He was obviously here under the orders of the coaching staff, and persuaded softly, "No wonder she didn't dare to come in just now. I'm talking to you in the lounge, I'm afraid it will affect your mood to prepare for the game..."
Ah, so she didn't come to the lounge to see him? Hearing this, Mai Weizhe's expression softened a bit. I thought she was starting to hide from him, but didn't dare to ask directly; Mingming really wanted to know if she had continued contact with Liang Wenhe, but she still couldn't ask.
This feeling of worrying about gain and loss is super annoying. Mai Weizhe got up and adjusted his helmet. It's their warm-up time, and he's ready to hit the ice.
As soon as he got up, before entering the runway, he slid aside leisurely, stopped under the position where Li Yongxuan and the others were sitting, and looked up.
Grandpa Mai, who was sitting upright, nodded coldly. Li Yongxuan came down involuntarily, looking at him worriedly across the guardrail. "Come on... The coach said a few days ago that there seems to be a problem with your thigh strain. Are you alright?"
He smiled nonchalantly. With her and grandpa at the scene, he knew that everything would be fine. It hurts that he will fight for the championship.
"It's alright. Come." He hooked his fingers at her, and she bent down obediently. He whispered in her ear, "I have prepared a surprise for you after the game. But now you have to kiss me first and wish me the best of luck in the game."
Li Yongxuan blushed when she heard the words, "Here? No, not so good?" Surrounded by reporters and audience, I don't know how many cameras are facing them.
Mai Weizhe turned his head to look at her stubbornly, "Okay, let you owe it. But one day, you have to pay me back with interest, do you hear?"
"Are you a hooligan? You are talking about everything." She scolded him, "Go and warm up quickly, the coach is staring at you."
"He's staring at you. Who taught you to interfere with me here to concentrate on the game."
"Ah? Really?" She had a serious personality when she heard it, but she backed away anxiously, "Then I'll go up first-----"
Stupid girl, so bluffing. With a determined smile on the corner of Mai Weizhe's mouth, he slid away gracefully, and wandered around the midfield for a few laps on the freshly prepared ice, his whole body was full of depression and calmness before he broke out.