Although he was a little dissatisfied with the arrangement of sitting so far away from Dill, seeing that Dill did not show much disgust for his image at the moment, An Lingxuan obediently sat at the nearest end.

Seeing that Dill had been dealing with the food in front of her, without the slightest intention of speaking, An Lingxuan was a little anxious in his heart, and he couldn't help asking, "Is there something wrong with Princess Mako Su asking me today?" ”

Dill put down the knife and fork in her hand, glanced at him lightly, and said, "Don't say anything." ”

An Lingxuan touched a soft nail here in dill, so naturally she didn't continue to ask questions, but waited patiently for her to finish eating.

Finally, Dill put down the cutlery in her hand again, wiped her mouth slowly with a snow-white towel, and then slowly folded it and put it aside.

Then, in An Lingxuan's fiery expectant gaze, Dill finally spoke: "I have thought carefully about your request, and my answer is 'yes'"

An Lingxuan was stunned for a moment, and then there was a burst of ecstasy in his heart, and his originally pale face became a little distorted because of the excessive joy.

He stood up suddenly, ignoring the crooked chair behind him, and walked quickly to Dill, a pair of trembling hands grabbed Dill's sleeve directly: "You mean, are you willing to marry me?" ”

Dill eyes became deeper and deeper when she touched the hands that were holding her, and she broke free from An Lingxuan's grasp as if she had raised her arms, and her voice was still flat: "I think I made it clear just now." ”

An Lingxuan was still immersed in the ecstasy of Dill agreeing to her marriage proposal at this time, and she did not have a keen sense of Dill who had become very impatient.

"I said you must like me, yes, you must like me......"

"I said," Dill impatiently interrupted the male protagonist's self-talk, and looked at him with a pair of deep eyes without emotion, "We can get the certificate today." ”

"Today's ......" An Lingxuan hesitated a little, "Will it be a little too fast, everything hasn't ...... yet"

"What, regret it?" Dill interrupted again.

"No, no," An Lingxuan waved his hand and denied it repeatedly, "I naturally hope to marry you as soon as possible, but I'm afraid that I will wronged you." ”

Dill didn't dwell on the topic of whether the male protagonist was wronged or not, but simply said: "Then let's go now," Dill looked at the ancient wall clock on the wall, "It's eight o'clock and five, and it's still too late to register now." ”

"Okay, okay." An Lingxuan nodded again and again, for fear that if he slowed down for a second, he would be misunderstood and miss something.

After arriving at the registration office, Dill did not take a group photo with Ahn Lingxuan, but directly asked the housekeeper to give the registrar two pre-selected photos for them to process into a group photo.

Although this did not comply with the regulations of the registration bureau, the other party looked at Dill and Steward Des with a cold face, and still complied without question.

Ahn Lingxuan sat in the first row of the waiting area, looking at Dill sitting far away from her, and her heart was full of doubts.

Why is she still so cold even if she agrees to marry herself, why is she so eager to get the certificate with herself, but she even wants to PS for a group photo.

An Lingxuan looked at Dill's face that was never happy, thought about it, and swallowed back the question she wanted to say.