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

Chapter 440 Is This Your Ideal Type? (1)

This time Luo Congcong waited for Han Yan'an much longer than before. In the past, she only had to wait for 5 minutes before seeing Han Yan'an walking over wearing a hat as usual. Maybe there would be a few little fans by her side.

But this time she waited at Kelp Lake for half an hour, but she didn't see Han Yan'an.In the end she was so hungry that she had to call him.

The phone was picked up quickly, and before she opened her mouth to speak, she heard Han Yan'an say: "I'll be right there."

It was only the time when the sound was transmitted from the right ear to the left ear, and Han Yan'an hung up the phone.Luo Cong took down the phone in a daze, glanced at the darkened screen, and blinked: "What's going on..."

Is it her illusion?When I first met him last year, he wasn't very familiar with him, and he didn't hang up the phone so eagerly. At most, he ended the topic with the word "um", and then hung up indifferently.But this time... How could she hear impatience in his voice?
She said the wrong thing?No, she didn't speak at all!

So she did something wrong?What's more wrong, she has been very obedient today, she was fine half an hour ago, so she won't turn her face half an hour later, right?
Thinking about it this way, there is only one answer—it was the little ants who caused the trouble.

This thought flashed through Luo Cong's mind, and she immediately dialed Luo Ant's phone angrily, and then put the phone to her ear: "What did this kid do wrong to make Han Yan'an so angry?"

The phone rang a few times, but no one answered, a silver car suddenly appeared in Luo Congcong's corner of the eye, she immediately poked her head to look, and sure enough, she saw Han Yan'an's license plate number.She hung up the phone immediately, and saw the car parked in front of her, and then the window was rolled down, revealing Han Yan'an's face.

Just before the car window was rolled down, Luo Congcong thought she would see an expressionless face like an old popsicle, or that Han Yan'an would give her a scolding as soon as he opened his mouth.But she never expected that when Han Yan'an behind the car window saw her, there was only helplessness on his face, not anger.

have no choice?No, there was no helplessness in his voice when he called just now!Luo Congcong swallowed, seeing Han Yan'an's expression getting more and more helpless, and her doubts grew more and more.

"Assistant Han?" Luo Congcong called out cautiously.

Hearing her voice, Han Yanan exhaled suddenly, leaned back on the car seat, and said, "Get in the car."

This is the helpless voice, like the only expression he can only show when he encounters something he can't handle.

How big of a mistake did the little ant have to make to make Han Yanan like this?
"Oh..." She nodded guiltily, walked to the co-pilot, opened the door and got in.

As the car started, Luo Congcong looked at the familiar route to a cafeteria and dared not meet Han Yan'an's eyes.

When driving out of Kelp Lake, Luo Congcong finally mustered up the courage to ask her and the little ant what they did wrong, but Han Yan'an spoke first.

"Luo Congcong."

"Here!" She responded subconsciously, and turned to look at him.

I saw Han Yan'an looking forward, the corner of his mouth still looked helpless: "What kind of boy do you like?"

"Ah?" Luo Congcong's mind seemed to be flooded, chaotic and chaotic, she looked at Han Yan'an in a circle, and asked him falteringly, "What...what do you mean?"

The car was parked in the parking space outside a cafeteria. Han Yan'an unfastened his seat belt, leaned over in front of her, and asked her again: "What kind of boy do you like?"

(End of this chapter)