The school grass is the teacher: Teacher Gao Leng, please ask questions

Chapter 227 Cong Cong, Happy New Year (2)

Although it took a long time, the two families finally saw the photo that Luo Congcong sent to Dongze with satisfaction.

Of course she would not send Han Yan'an's black material to Dongze. As the saying goes, good steel should be used wisely!She took those photos on her phone at the beginning, so that she could use them at critical moments one day!
But even so, she specially picked the best photo of Han Yan'an smiling, and it was the only photo she had of him smiling.

Therefore, as a female representative, Luo Ma Dong Ma nodded and praised the moment she saw the photo: "His features are beautiful, and he has a good personality."

Dongze was dumbfounded: "Auntie, how can you tell that he has a good personality?"

"Look at how bright his smile is. Anyone who smiles brightly has a good personality." Luo's mother stretched out her hand to enlarge Han Yan'an's smiling face, and couldn't help sighing.

Dong Ma also nodded: "Although I don't want to admit it, he is indeed prettier than my son."

Dongze became even more stupid: "Mom, am I your own?"

The male on the side represented Dad Dong and began to fight for his son: "Where is it good-looking, I still think my son is better-looking."

But Luo's father said: "I didn't expect this young man to be very handsome, half of what I was back then."

Luo Cong looked over in disbelief: "Dad, I don't know when it happened!"

"You were not born at that time, so of course you didn't know." The handsome dad waved his hand.

Luo Congcong smacked his lips and sent a message to Han Yan'an: "My parents and Dongdong's mother are praising you for looking good. My father said that you are half as handsome as he was back then."

As soon as her message was sent, the little ant snatched Dongze's phone and held it up high: "Cong Cong! Your teaching assistant and Xingyang look alike!"

Luo Congcong immediately shook his head: "Don't talk nonsense, Assistant Coach Han is much more handsome than Xingyang."

"You're talking nonsense, Xingyang is more handsome and talented!"

Luo Congcong always knew how much he admired Xingyang, so he didn't refute him, but continued to send a message to Han Yan'an: "But my brother said that you are not as good as Xingyang, assistant teacher Han, you were defeated by Xingyang. "

One minute later, Han Yan'an called directly.

Luo Cong was taken aback when his name suddenly appeared on the screen. He hurriedly stood up and ran to his room to close the door before answering the phone: "Professor Han?"

"Yeah." There was a reply from the other side, with a vaguely noisy voice.

She smiled: "Are you at home? It looks very lively."

"Yeah." He paused, "Everyone is here."

"Our place is also very lively." Luo Cong opened the door of the room a crack, let him listen to the chattering discussions in the living room, and then closed the door again, "They are arguing about your appearance."

"En." It was still a word, but this time his tone seemed to be very relaxed.

After a few seconds of silence, Han Yan'an suddenly called softly: "Cong Cong."

"Huh?" Luo Cong responded by leaning against the door.

"It's snowing in City A."

She raised her head subconsciously, walked quickly to the window and opened the curtains, then smiled: "It's also snowing in C City, what a coincidence."

Luo Congcong reached out and wiped the fog on the window, so that she could see more clearly.Suddenly his ears perked up, and he could vaguely hear a slight smile over the microphone.

"Are you laughing?" she asked.

"Ah."

She grinned: "I'm laughing too, what a coincidence."

"Ah."

The snowflakes were slowly falling in front of her eyes, and suddenly someone knocked on the door, and the little ant shouted at her: "Luo Congcong, the countdown is on!"

"I'll be right there!" Luo Congcong yelled, then unconsciously drew a finger on another piece of mist, and said softly into the microphone, "Assistant Han, Happy New Year."

Listening to the voice on the phone, Han Yan'an looked back at the family members who gathered together to laugh and play, and then looked at the goose feather heavy snow outside the window.

He smiled brightly, and said very gently: "Cong Cong, Happy New Year."

(End of this chapter)