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

Chapter 580 Another Killer
Han Yan'an went to the bathroom, and Luo Congcong refreshed the web page again, turning his head to chat with Dong Ze.But as soon as she turned her head, she saw a person walking in briskly, and greeted her warmly as soon as she saw her: "Cong Cong? When did you come? Where's Dean Han?"

Dongze also turned his head and smiled: "Yan'an went to the bathroom, Brother Wang, you took so long to buy this meal, you directly turned dinner into a midnight snack."

The assistant also waved at Dongze, walked over and put down the bag, with a sad face: "Dongze is here too, don't mention it, our Dean Han's taste is very difficult to pick, I have been looking for it for a long time and I can't think of what to buy. I bought one with chicken drumsticks before, and he didn’t seem to like it, so I bought the normal one, but he still didn’t like it, and he used all kinds of jobs to squeeze me!”

From the corner of his eyes, Luo saw Han Yan'an coming out of the bathroom, wiping the drops of water on his cheeks with his shirt sleeve.She hastily winked at the assistant, signaling him to stop talking.

But the assistant was destined to be peanut oil squeezed by Han Yan'an for a lifetime, so he foolishly thought she was telling him "I agree with you", so he spoke more vigorously.

"You have seen Dean Han oppressing me more than once. He is a strange person. Sometimes he has to do everything by himself, and he is determined not to let me run around with him. But sometimes he keeps asking me to do something. Things that have nothing to do with work! Let me go to the advertiser and ask for the biggest toy, it’s fine, let me go to his house to pick up the courier, what the hell is it! Hey Dongze, do you think you are a senior..." The assistant said more and more As he was talking, he suddenly planned to discuss with Dongze in depth, but when he turned his head, he saw Han Yan'an walking over with cold eyes, and there seemed to be some drops of water on his forehead, and he was dumbfounded, "Han... Han Yuan long……"

Luo Congcong and Dongze held back their laughter and coughed dryly.

But Han Yan'an didn't even look at him, went directly to Luo Congcong and sat down beside him, took out a tissue and wiped his face: "How's it going?"

"It seems that it hasn't been posted yet..." Luo Congcong almost failed, refreshed the webpage, and waved for Han Yan'an to take a look.When Han Yan'an looked over, she walked up to the assistant and patted him on the shoulder.

"Am I finished..." the assistant asked her with a pale face as she was not feeling well.

Dong Ze was so suppressed that his chest was trembling, and he whispered: "It's okay, I committed suicide not long ago, and Yan An didn't discipline her."

"But my status is different from Cong Cong's..."

"Wang Dongxue." Han Yan'an suddenly called out without emotion. The assistant was startled, and rushed over with a whoosh, and he continued to say, "Go to the lawyer's department on the second floor and tell them that I will go there right away and let them bring the materials now. Go to the meeting room."

"Got it, I'll go right away!" The assistant straightened his back and saluted, then turned his head and rushed out like flying.

Han Yan'an also stood up and straightened his sleeves that were a little messy due to water droplets.Luo Cong stepped forward to tie the cuff buttons of his shirt for him, and asked him: "I thought you would meet that beautiful woman before the lawyer team showed up. I didn't expect that you would have to meet her without any communication." We met in arms."

"It's not difficult to check her information, but once I check her in private or go to see her, she will catch me, and people will misunderstand what is going on between us." Han Yan'an looked down at Luo Congcong's help He put on a tie, and the corner of his mouth suddenly turned up into an evil smile, "And if I talk to her face to face, if you get jealous and ignore me, wouldn't I just lose my wife and lose my army?"

　Mandarin is my Achilles' heel, it's harder than writing a novel.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)