Chapter 1815： Love Melaleuca Theory

Goriya, who had been calm, had widened her eyes and looked at Irina slightly with her mouth open.

In this case, how can you ask for an exit!

"I ... I ..." Goriya was anxious to explain, but her mind was a little confused, but she didn't know how to say it for a while.

Do you like Boss Mai?

She never seemed to think seriously about it, or ... she's been avoiding it.

Mr. McGonagall is extraordinary to her.

If it wasn't for that tofu brain, she might still be the little girl who could only cover her face with black gauze, carefully living in a dark corner, and not knowing her own value.

Mr. McGonagall let her put aside her veil, find the pursuit of life, and find the value of her existence.

Full of talent, he always gives help gently behind him.

No man except her father has treated her like this.

Like it?

Maybe yes.

But she kept hiding this thought carefully, for fear of being seen through, and Mr. McGonagall knew.

She feared that if she took the liberty, he might dislike Mr. McGonagall or lose his tenderness forever.

She raised her eyes and looked at Irina, who was sitting across from her, and suddenly there was a consciousness in her heart.

Yeah, even if she was the first time to meet Mr. McGonagall, she dared to say such bold words, why should she hide her mind so humblely?

"Mr. McGonagall is a gentle and talented person." Gloria looked at Irina with a smile. "I think everyone will like him."

Irina's eyes narrowed slightly, and she began to look squarely at the beautiful and pure young girl.

Everyone likes it, naturally including her, but it is doubtful whether her likeness is the same as that of others.

Others only said that Meg's cooking was delicious, but she said nothing about food. Instead, he said that he was talented, indicating that she had seen the essence through phenomena and had a longer and deeper understanding of Meg. Come.

As for tenderness.

That is a somewhat ambiguous word.

Is he gentle in speech?

Or gentleness in action?

Is he gentle in the restaurant?

Still tender in bed?

Randomly changing a place or subject represents the progress of their relationship.

But no matter what level, she secretly declared that the purpose of sovereignty had been achieved.

This is the so-called love cake theory. In this simple sentence, you can see the first layer, then it depends on your deeds.

Ha ha.

Irina's eyes glanced at McGonagall, who walked from the door to the kitchen.

The latter only felt that the neck was cold, and Irina and Goloya, who sat squinting opposite each other, rolled their throats unconsciously, and even accelerated their pace a little.

What a terrible Shura field is this! Obviously he did nothing!

Gololia's face was reddish, but she still tried to maintain a calm expression, at least in the field, she would never allow herself to lose to Irina.

This is an undefeated defense battle!

"I came here by name. I heard that the food in this restaurant is very delicious. Can you recommend it to me?" Irina opened the menu and looked at Gololia with a smile.

Gorilla, who was about to prepare for the next offensive, was a little surprised, but Irina suddenly asked her for help. It was polite, but she answered seriously: "Mr. McGonagall is the best chef in the city of chaos. Every dish he cooks is very delicious, but his personal taste is different and he may like it differently. My taste is a bit lighter, so I usually order a sweet tofu brain and a rainbow fried rice, which is Yangzhou fried rice. I even order a steak with black pepper, and rice with chicken with yellow pepper is also a very good choice ... "

Irina listened earnestly, watching Gloriya's eyes without losing her appreciation, and was able to recommend food to a potential opponent so sincerely. The girl's heart was really kind.

"Thank you for your recommendation." Irina nodded with a smile, then said calmly: "I heard that the boss has a daughter who is more than three years old, and your family will agree to marry an old man with a daughter ?"

Gololia, who had thought that the atmosphere had eased, was caught off guard by another powerful attack.

"Little Amy is a very cute and kind elf, and I think everyone can get along with her friendly." Gloriya smiled slightly.

"That's not about who was born." Irina raised an eyebrow.

"Mr. McGonagall was just when he was young and strong, and I prefer to deal with mature people than those who are naive and ignorant," continued Goloya.

The four words "nearly strong and strong" are very worth pondering. Irina pays a little more attention to Goloya's eyes. Compared with the shyness when she just entered the door, she actually made a leap forward at this time.

"Does your family have any opinions?" Irina asked.

"I ..." For a moment, Gololia, in the character of her grandfather, would not allow her to marry Mr. McGonagall if she gave her the Morton family to her, and might even ask her to recruit a son-in-law.

How amazing is Mr. McGonagall, how would he be willing to be a burdensome man, a man who eats his wife's soft rice.

"It's hard to be happy without a blessing from your family." Irina looked at Goloya and comforted: "I'm different, I don't have a family."

Gloriya blinked and looked at Irina, and suddenly felt a little frustrated. For the first time, she was obviously weak.

Irina's mouth slightly angled, although this was just a trivial victory for her, but it made her feel better than shooting a tenth grade waste on a bench.

"I'm Audrey. You are beautiful. May I know your name?" Irina asked with a smile as she looked at Goloria.

For a moment, Geluo Liya suddenly felt a little funny, even because of a person who didn't even know the other party's name.

"I'm Gololia, I'm glad to meet you." Gololia smiled.

"Your clothes look good, are they custom made?" Irina's eyes fell on the long gray down jacket of Gololiya. Before that, Meg gave her something similar, but it was white.

Although the clothes of the girls in the restaurant were all provided by McGonagall, but that was work clothes, she could not care, but if the girls outside ...

"This is made by our factory and is not customized." Gololia smiled and shook her head, surprised that a beautiful person like Irina had never heard of Dai Lan, hesitated, and asked: "Audrey Did Miss just come to the chaotic city? "

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