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

Chapter 972 Why don't you soar ninety thousand miles? (1)

Han Yanan won.

Luo Congcong nearly laughed three hundred times when she saw his scissors and his own cloth and then yelled that she really wanted to live another 500 years, but she was a reserved person so she just laughed a dozen times just stopped.

"I lost!"

It was the first time I saw someone so happy after losing.

Han Yan'an couldn't help laughing, strode up to her, nodded: "Yeah."

"Then I want to eat spicy food when I eat hot pot tonight."

"Ah."

Luo Congcong raised his chin proudly, feeling that the whole world belongs to her today, and she is the king of this world!She looked up at Han Yan'an slightly, and found that he didn't look disappointed at all, she was a little puzzled, "Aren't you angry?"

"Ah."

"I want spicy food, don't you stop nagging me?"

"Ah."

"Really, you won't find any reason to grab my chili sauce by then, will you?"

"will not."

Another word or two jumped out, and Luo Congcong let out a dissatisfied "hum": "I lost my language function again."

Han Yan'an smiled and rubbed her heart: "Whatever you say is what you say, I will listen to you."

"Listen to me?" Luo Congcong stared at him suspiciously, "Then I'm going to have a party with Susu and the others tonight, and Zhao Feiyuan, at least five people."

"Ah."

"There are also Dongze and Mango, I haven't seen them before, I want to call them too..."

"Ah."

"By the way, I want to play with the airplane model you bought earlier."

"Ah."

Wow, why are you so obedient? Nine times out of ten there is a conspiracy!

Luo Cong opened his hand, crossed his arms and looked at him: "Are you... are you planning to take revenge on me?"

He smiled and shook his head.

"No? Then why are you so obedient? You never let me touch that airplane model, and you agreed to let me play today? Tell me, are you tricking me!"

Han Yan'an still smiled: "Is that the impression I usually give you that you are so stingy?"

"Yeah!" She nodded heavily.

He was helpless, and raised his hand to rub her hair: "Actually, I just think that I have to treat you better before you can agree to marry me."

"Ah?" Luo Congcong was taken aback, "What?"

Han Yan'an put his arm down, put it in his pocket and rummaged for a few seconds, and when he took it out again, there was an extra piece of toffee in his hand.

Luo Congcong is very familiar with this kind of taffy, she can even recite the words on it!So when she saw this piece of candy lying in Han Yan'an's palm, she had a bad feeling...

Han Yan'an smiled and pushed his hand forward, only fifteen centimeters away from her chest.He paused, and said softly, "Congcong, I'll give you candy, will you marry me?"

Why is every bad premonition so accurate!

Why fulfill her premonition!This is obviously not her wish!

Luo Congcong tried his best not to vomit blood, pointed to Tang and looked up at him in a daze, "You, are you proposing marriage?"

"Ah."

"Mist grass don't use a word at this time! You...how can you..."

Han Yan'an's other hand pinched her fingers, then opened his palm and put the candy in her palm: "If you accept my candy, it means you agree."

A bolt of lightning strikes down, Luo Congcong's old blood can't hold back, and he spat out with a "puchi"!
"What kind of marriage proposal are you! How can you be so sudden! And...and how can someone in this world use candy to confess their love and propose marriage! I...you...you should go to heaven!"

(End of this chapter)