She walked out, stood in front of people, and was more confident than anyone else.

Standing in front of Ming Zhengxun, she always felt that her senior sister was no worse than any woman around him.

However, when he opened his mouth to marry her and said that he liked her, the inferiority complex in the face of him suddenly came up.

I always feel that a good person like him should not be defiled by a second-married woman like her.

Even if she thinks that her second marriage is nothing, even if she thinks that her second marriage is good enough, but when she faces Ming Zhengxun, she can't help but feel that she has been defiled.

"You...... You're good ......."

For a long time, she spoke in a difficult tone, but she couldn't say the following words.

And at this moment, Ming Zhengxun felt the sadness in her eyes, which made his heart suddenly panic.

The whole person became at a loss.

"Senior sister, you ...... Don't do that, I ...... Am I talking too much? I'm sorry, I ...... I'm just in a bit of a hurry, I'm ......"

"It's not."

Lin Jingshu shook her head, looked at him, and said:

"I'm just ......"

She smiled helplessly, but there was some nameless sourness lingering in her heart, "I'm very happy to be able to like people like you, but ......"

"The second half of your sentence is to reject me, right?"

Ming Zhengxun's tone was quite powerless.

In fact, he pressed step by step, not because of wishful thinking, but because of the time he got along these days, he could faintly feel that his senior sister actually liked him a little.

He knew what she was afraid of, and what she was afraid of was exactly what he didn't mind the most.

That's why she was anxious when she rejected him with that ridiculous reason.

"Senior sister, can you not refuse me first?"

He pursed his dry lips, and there was a bit of humility in his tone.

"Even for the sake of me waiting for you for more than 20 years, give me a chance, we will get along for a while, if ...... If you still don't think we're a good fit, you ...... Tell me ...... again."

The last half of Ming Zhengxun's sentence was very low, as if it was very difficult to say.

Lin Jingshu lowered her eyelids and didn't say anything for a long time.

Myung Jung-hoon looked at her and knew that she was silently rejecting herself.

He was silent for a long time, afraid that he would annoy her if he was aggressive, but in the end, he dispelled the idea of forcing her.

"I'm sorry."

He said these two words in a hoarse voice, and he couldn't go on.

In fact, he was really sad at the moment.

There has never been a single thing, a person, that would give him such a powerful sense of powerlessness.

"I'll go back first. The teacher is still waiting for my news. ”

After speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but his wrist was grabbed by Lin Jingshu.

His figure paused for a moment, and then he quickly turned around and met Lin Jingshu's smiling gaze, "Okay, try it." ”

Ming Zhengxun was stunned for a few seconds before he came to his senses and understood the meaning of Lin Jingshu's words, and immediately smiled.

Reaching out to hold the hand that had stopped on her wrist, the palm of her hand still oozing sweat from nervousness.

"As long as you're not afraid of being laughed at, you're married to an old woman who is your grandmother."

"Afraid of what? I didn't do anything, I got two grandchildren for nothing, and I took advantage of it. ”

Ming Zhengxun's mood fluctuated greatly, but he finally waited for the result he wanted.

Although Lin Jingshu didn't say that she would marry him so directly, it was enough to give him a chance to "try".