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

Chapter 671 Little Comrade, You Are Crazy
This guy lost his mind after being hit by work!
Luo Cong pressed Han Yanan's face from the moment he raised his hand, and pushed his head back: "Be honest, tell me, have you been fired by the research institute?" But after she finished speaking, she remembered that he was in front of the artificial lake. I also called the sissy boss, and judging from his tone of voice, it didn't look like he was fired, so he was puzzled again, "That's not right... how come you are free, today is not the weekend..."

Han Yan'an was helpless, took her wrist and took her hand off: "Did you get confused in the exam, do I need so many reasons to come to you?"

"Need, if you want to come, come here, and you won't be too busy to reply to my message a while ago."

Seeing her bring the topic up to his crimes again, Han Yan'an let out a long breath, let go of her wrist, and leaned back on the sofa: "I'm on strike."

"What? Say it again, what did you do?"

"I'm on strike." Han Yan'an repeated honestly.

Luo Congcong immediately tried his forehead, and his eyes widened anxiously: "Did you have a fever? You actually went on strike? The vice president of the research institute, Comrade Han Yan'an, the light of the chemical world, actually went on strike?"

Han Yan'an took off her wrist helplessly again, and shook his head: "It's not that exaggerated, work is not going well, and it is human nature to go on strike."

"Normal love, how dare ordinary people go on strike, do you want a salary, do you want a year-end bonus?" Luo Cong gave him a dissatisfied look, connected to the hotel's wifi, and began to search for the word Han Yan'an on the Internet.

Sure enough, among Han Yan'an's related reports, the latest one is: "Han Yan'an's absence from the XX project launch conference is suspected to be due to internal discord within the research institute."

"The reporter is pretty good, and I know that you have conflicts with Dean Chen." Luo Cong slid down and found that the first page was full of news about "Han Yan'an's absence" or "internal discord". She smacked her lips and clicked on the second page , the content gradually became the gossip of "Girl Killer Han Yanan's Love Exposure" and the photos of the two of them walking together.

Every time Luo Congcong saw the words "Girl Killer", she would feel sincerely uncomfortable, and then countless goosebumps came out, causing her to throw away the phone without hesitation.

"Gossip reporters and social news reporters really have a generation gap like the Milky Way, and there are also problems with their words." Luo Congcong gnawed on a watermelon to make his goosebumps go down, and squinted at him, "So, it's just because of the project with Dean Chen. Disagreement, you came here on strike with a bag on your back? Didn’t even bring a computer? Tsk tsk, you little comrade is very headstrong!"

"That's all secondary." Han Yan'an wiped the watermelon juice on her chin with a tissue, and said seriously, "The main thing is that I miss you."

Luo Congcong let out a heck when he heard the words, took a tissue and wiped it himself: "Little comrade, you will be struck by lightning if you tell nonsense."

"It's true." Han Yan'an picked up a piece of watermelon, "I swear to the watermelon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the watermelon rind suddenly broke because the watermelon hadn't been cut properly, and then there was a "click", and the whole watermelon rind fell to the floor.

"Hehe." Luo Congcong finished the last bite of the watermelon in his hand, and continued to pick from the fruit plate, "Sure enough, he was struck by lightning."

Han Yan'an was speechless, so he simply threw the watermelon rind away, picked up the remote control to change the TV channel: "Anyway, even if I don't go back for a year, the courtyard can't do anything to me. When there is a problem with the project, Dean Chen will know My judgment is the most correct."

"Little comrade, you are crazy." Luo Congcong looked at him.

Han Yan'an peeled off a grape and threw it into his mouth, his eyes were shining brightly: "Crazy, you need capital. However, I happen to have this capital."

(End of this chapter)