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

Chapter 736 Sorry, I don’t have this kind of service (5)

In addition to the stall of purple potato porridge, there was a small girl standing in front of Han Yan'an, holding a plate of egg pancakes in her right hand, her left hand subconsciously covered her mouth because of fright, and stared at Han Yan'an with wide eyes.

And Han Yan'an was still wearing his baseball cap, his indifferent eyes lowered to briefly look at the imprint on the shirt, then glanced down at the pants, shoes and Luo Congcong's bag, which were also unavoidable, and finally looked at the shattered bag on the ground His eyes finally stopped.

Luo Congcong felt her heart stop for half a second, then quickly ran over to snatch his bag, took out a tissue from inside, wiped the purple potato porridge on his chest, and asked in a panic: "How are you?" , is it hot!"

The people nearby also looked over, and after noticing the face under the hat, they all began to whisper.Luo Cong never cared about her small fish cake, and when she saw that it was not clean, she dragged Han Yan'an away: "Go back to the dormitory and change clothes!"

Han Yan'an raised his head and said "um", and followed her out obediently.

The little girl who had been in a trance all of a sudden came back to her senses, hurriedly put down the omelette to stop them, and also took out a tissue from her bag as if she was about to wipe it for Han Yan'an, and kept apologizing: "I'm sorry senior, I'm sorry , I didn't mean it, I really didn't see you in front...it's my fault, I...I'll do your laundry..."

A new type of Ping... Porcelain Porcelain Art?

The tissue had already been stretched out, and Han Yan'an took a step back directly behind Luo Cong.The girl's hand turned a corner, and she was about to bypass Luo Congcong and continue touching porcelain. Luo Congcong frowned, and decisively raised his hand to grab her wrist.

The girl was also anxious, wanting to break free from Luo Congcong's imprisonment.Ke Luocongcong used all her strength this time, so she had no choice but to beg for mercy pitifully: "Senior sister, I really didn't mean to..."

"How do you know I'm a senior? You know me?" Luo Cong asked her in a calm tone with unabated strength in his hands.

The girl's wrist was a little red, and she shed two tears of grievance, looking at Han Yan'an behind Luo Congcong: "I... I saw your photos on the school forum..."

It's the school forum again. She hasn't followed it for several days. Could it be that she is still updating the photos of the two of them?

From the corner of the eye, the classmates who were grabbing food all looked over, and the uncle who was going to clean the floor also hesitated to come forward.Thinking that keeping a low profile is the most important thing at this moment, Luo Congcong squinted his eyes and asked her: "So you already knew who he is, did you come to touch Ci on purpose?"

"No...it's not like this...I didn't do it on purpose, I lowered my head and didn't see anyone in front of me..." The girl didn't dare to look at them, she explained aggrievedly.

The devil will believe you.

Luo Congcong let go of her wrist: "Since it wasn't intentional, then we forgive you now. You don't need to wash your clothes, so you can pretend nothing happened." After she finished speaking, she took Han Yan'an's hand and planned to walk around her Move forward.

The girl was stunned, and said "Hey" to grab Han Yan'an's arm, but Han Yan'an's quick eyes and hands flashed over, making her miss it.

Luo Cong stopped and turned his head in a sullen tone: "Why, did you do it on purpose?"

"No...I'm not..." The girl withdrew her hand in a hurry, her two delicate hands were mixed together, and she squeezed out two more tears.

"Since it wasn't intentional, then stay away from us, and don't let me see you again in the future."

Luo Cong dropped a sentence from the end, pulled Han Yan'an away, leaving behind a group of onlookers who had risen from "whispering" to blatant discussion, and a school girl who had turned from sobbing grievances to crying bitterly.

(End of this chapter)