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

Chapter 778 Bidong's Buyer Show and Seller Show (2)

After returning to the hotel, Luo Congcong didn't go out again. Han Yanan asked her to go shopping together, and she also lay on the sofa watching TV, saying that the game was too tiring and she didn't want to waste any more calories.Han Yan'an had no choice but to change his clothes and put on a hat to go shopping for vegetables, and then busily cooked a few dishes, calling Luo Cong over to eat.

As soon as he smelled the aroma of rice, Luo Cong jumped up from the sofa with a "whoosh", sucked on his slippers and ran over to shout: "Little comrade, you performed well today. When I am free later, I will reward you with a little yellow flower." !"

Han Yan'an untied the apron that would be stuffed into the suitcase wherever he went, and poured her a glass of water in doubt: "My lord, why not Xiaohonghua?"

"Don't you men all like yellow? This is to follow the people's thinking and let you, father-in-law, devote your life more loyally to the royal family!" Luo Cong couldn't wait to pick up a piece of meat with his chopsticks, lamenting that the coloring and fragrance are delicious. At the same time, he said, "Comrade, I just found a TV series. When the male protagonist does wall-dong to the female protagonist, his movements are very standard. You can learn it after dinner!"

Han Yan'an was still depressed about his identity as "father-in-law" one second, and glanced at the TV the next second, and found that a Korean drama was playing on it: "Learn what to do, this kind of thing is self-taught, no It takes effort to learn."

"Then why don't you let me know?" Luo Congcong bit his chopsticks and raised his eyebrows at him.

Han Yan'an bit the mixed cucumber until it was crunchy, and his eyebrows became serious: "Didn't you always claim that you are too tired from the competition and don't want to burn calories?"

"I'm the one who gets walled off, how can I burn calories?"

With a "snap", Han Yan'an put down his chopsticks and stood up bluntly, "Then get up, and I'll pass one to you."

Luo Cong immediately put down his chopsticks happily: "I'll play it back for you, and you can do it against the TV!"

But as soon as she stood up, Han Yan'an grabbed her arm and pressed her against the wall without force, then propped her right hand on the wall, put his left hand in his pocket, and asked her slowly: "How does it feel?"

Luo Congcong was once again imprisoned in her arms. She looked down at his movements, and then looked up at his forbearing facial features, wondering: "Is there any difference between this and the movements next to the elevator? No. , TV dramas are also played in this way..."

The action of the male protagonist in the TV series is indeed exactly the same as that of Han Yan'an!

But why she still didn't feel it!Could it be that it was because of Han Yan'an's wall that she forced her to come!
Seeing that she was silent, Han Yan'an asked her again: "How does it feel?"

Luo Cong raised his head, swallowed, and said honestly: "I don't feel it."

Han Yan'an's eyebrows furrowed together, his arms retracted, and he said bluntly, "Why don't you feel it? I did something wrong?"

"No, your actions are quite standard. Except for the difference in appearance, the rest are the same as the buyer Xiu Yimao." Seeing that he was unhappy, Luo Cong immediately smoothed things over.

Han Yan'an frowned for a moment, then asked her abruptly: "That's because I'm not as handsome as that actor, or you're tired of seeing me every day."

Luo Congcong was stunned for a few seconds, then quickly shook his head: "No, my sincerity to you can definitely be described as the world can learn from the sun, the moon and the table! I swear to the lamp!"

"Then why don't I have feelings for you, Bidong? Have you not recognized your sincerity, or have you not shown it?"

"Eh..." Luo Cong got stuck in the routine again, so he had to run back to his seat and bury his head in eating meat, "Wow, your cooking is getting better and better, you can even work as a chef in a hotel, and the salary must be high ..."

(End of this chapter)