Di Jinxuan didn't bother to pay attention to him, silently took out a tissue to wipe the glass window, and drank coffee in a slush.

She actually wanted to ask Nangong Jin about Miao Wu, but she didn't know how to ask for a while.

After thinking about it, she finally pursed her lips and decided not to ask.

She had decided to believe in him, that it was his past, that it was no longer tied to his present and future.

The girl named Miao Wu is dead, what else is there to worry about?

Even if he once liked Miao Wu, everyone is dead, and all the past is the past.

Why would she know to block herself?

Knowing that this may be a lump of shi, do you still want to eat it?

You have to know that once you know something, you can't be as carefree as if you don't know, so she doesn't plan to know if she can.

Even if Nangong Jin wanted to tell her, she must have wanted to know that she was a smart person and would not choose nothing to block herself.

Well, that's it.

In my thoughts, the coffee had been drunk, and the smoke was rattling, as if it was empty.

I suddenly remembered what the waiter said, saying that there was a surprise after the coffee was drunk.

It should be Nangong Jin who asked the royal Zhen to engrave the words at the bottom of the cup, although he probably knows what words are engraved.

But there is still some curiosity.

Compared with Miao dance and surprises, she prefers to choose surprises.

Di Jinxuan glanced at the old man beside him, his eyebrows and eyes were handsome, his demeanor was noble, and his jade-like facial features were very exquisite.

Sometimes I think it's pleasing just to look at him.

Di Jinxuan hooked the corners of her lips and opened the lid of the quilt secretly.

There was still a little bit of coffee at the bottom of the cup, which was not completely sucked with a straw.

She simply took it all and poured it into her mouth and drank it, revealing the handwriting at the bottom of the cup.

It's actually very simple, just a sentence in English.

The inscription below "iloveyou" is a capital J.

Di Jinxuan smiled, licked her lips and covered the quilt, turned her eyes and looked at Nangong Jin with a smile, and suddenly asked, "What do you mean by iloveyou?" ”

Nangong Jin, who was concentrating on driving, was stunned, stepped on the brakes and turned her head to look at her.

Di Jinxuan raised the cup in her hand.

Nangong Jin smiled, "Bad English?" ”

"I want to hear you say it in Chinese." Di Jinxuan replied with a smile.

Nangong Jin was shocked violently, and he was a little shy in an instant!

Relying on it, his daughter-in-law is actually more flirtatious than him.

Nangong Jin coughed lightly twice, "I really want to hear it?" ”

"Don't want to say?" Di Jinxuan raised her eyebrows.

"No, no, no." Nangong Jin hurriedly shook his head, made a direction, and parked the car on the side of the road, just under a big tree.

He coughed lightly twice, "Daughter-in-law, wait a minute, I have to adjust my mood." ”

Di Jinxuan suddenly wanted to laugh, which also needed to adjust her emotions.

Okay, Di Jinxuan nodded and leaned on the saddle leisurely.

Nangong Jin's heart was beating a little fast, and she wanted to tell Di Jinxuan in person that I love you, this is special!

It's not that I don't want to say it, but I'm still a little embarrassed.

It's not that he's embarrassed, but he thinks it's his daughter-in-law who is teasing him now!

Dwarf oil, it's not this, well, he doesn't even know what he means, it's a little messy.

After taking a deep breath and calming down some of the excitement in his heart, Nangong Jin leaned over.

When it touched her cute and pretty eyebrows, it seemed that she suddenly stopped being nervous.

He looked at her delicate and lovely little face, and suddenly realized that he seemed to be really in love with this woman.