Chapter 2318： How can this be said? !

Standing at the door of the kitchen is a pretty girl, wearing a blue-purple stitching kapok dress, with a soft brown hair, airy bangs, and a bit of baby fat on her face, which is pretty cute. .

Insert an app: A perfect re-engraving of the old version of the book-chasing artifact, an app that can change the source.

However, McGonagall was not too impressed with her. She was probably a girl named ‘Cynthia’ who liked to eat braised pork. She came to the restaurant once a week. Other than that, she had no special memory.

and so……

McGonagall asked her suddenly: "Are you not planning to marry me?"

Excuse me, when did he promise her this kind of thing?

Cynthia looked at McGonagall, and felt the gazes around her staring at her, as if she suddenly recovered, her face flushed, she covered her face, and slowly lowered her head.

"Oops... this is not a dream!"

"You shouldn't go out to eat directly after staying up late to catch up with the draft... Strangely, it didn't come out of the plot..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, my old face, all lost!"

Cynthia lowered her head, her body trembling slightly, as if she was in great sadness.

The guests looked at her thin and helpless back, and their sympathy suddenly overflowed. They looked at McGonagall with a little more disgust.

"Scumbag!"

"My wife came back, so she turned her face and didn't recognize anyone!"

"What bad thoughts can the little girl of other people have, how can she deceive others with innocence."

The guests thought in their hearts, but they did not rush to stand in line.

Irina also looked at McGonagall with great interest. She didn't recognize this girl, but she was sure that McGonagall would not deal with such an innocent girl.

But the current situation is so interesting that she couldn't help but wonder how McGonagall wanted to solve this trouble.

McGonagall looked at the girl who was alone in grief and responded with silence, and his face suddenly became black.

What do you cover your face for? You are talking!

I am innocent, how can I be tainted by you in this way.

"This girl, I don't seem to know you, nor have I said that I want to marry you. If we have anything, let's say it in person." McGonagall said with a smile.

"Say? How can this be said?!" Cynthia buried her head deeper.

"Could it be that I stayed up late last night to write your small H article, and substitution was too deep. I was in a trance and fell asleep when I was queuing today. When I heard the news of your wife's return, I rushed to say this?"

Cynthia wanted to find a seam to drill in, but unfortunately the floor of Maimi’s restaurant was too smooth, and there was no such thing as seam.

Facing McGonagall's scorching eyes and the caring eyes around him, Cynthia felt a lot of pressure at this moment.

After a long silence, Cynthia put down the hand covering her face, slowly raised her head, and looked at McGonagall with red eyes: "I know, I will leave quietly, you don't care about me."

After speaking, Cynthia turned and walked towards the door.

Yes, she knew she was wrong, and now she just wants to leave here quietly, go outside and find a place to dig a hole in. No one cares about her, she is the greatest kindness.

……

Three years in the industry, this is her most embarrassing moment!

This feeling is tantamount to having an acquaintance read it to her face to face with a small H written by her, and died on the spot...

Meg:? ? ?

Restaurant guests:? ? ?

"Ah hey! You are getting darker and darker!" McGonagall wanted to growl.

The girl seemed to say nothing, but she seemed to say nothing.

In a simple sentence, he succeeded in realizing his reputation as the number one scumbag.

McGonagall did not expect that one day he would be slapped by a little girl.

"She's so pitiful...like an innocent girl who has been cheated on her emotions."

"Although I think Boss Mai is not such a person, it seems that she is not pretending. You see how sad she is crying, and her eyes are red."

"Is this the trouble of Mr. Mai? It's really enviable."

The guests whispered quietly, with a somewhat joking look in their eyes, wondering if the first day the proprietress came back, did Mr. Mai kneel on the washboard?

"and many more!"

At this moment, Irina, who had been watching the theater in silence, suddenly uttered a voice and stopped Cynthia, who had already walked to the entrance of the restaurant.

Cynthia's feet stepped out of the threshold instantly stopped, her eyes closed, and she bit her lower lip.

"Ah... just a little bit! Now... what should I do now? Are you going to be torn by the hand?"

"I... what should I do now? According to the novel's routine, as the heroine, I just need to act as a weak white flower, face the beating of the dark forces in the palace, and wait for the hero to come on stage and rescue her. ?"

Cynthia was in a state of confusion, keeping one leg raised, and did not turn around for a long time.

She knows that she is not a heroine. Even if boss Mai is a hero, he will never know her at all. There is no reason to help her beat her beautiful daughter-in-law.

Oh.

Her behavior, in the novel should be a scheming green tea bitch...

After the return of the heroine, a small supporting role used to slap her face.

"Ah... So it turns out that the clown is me." Cynthia felt like she was about to cry, and neither did she advance nor retreat. For a while, she didn't know what to do.

"This sister, since they are all here, why bother to leave, the queue is so hard, let's eat lunch first." Irina walked out from behind the counter, came to the restaurant door with a smile, and said, looking at Cynthia.

Cynthia felt a great pressure. Although the fairy lady looked beautiful and generous with a gentle smile, she felt a terrible breath like a demon.

This...should be the legendary heroine aura, right? !

Cynthia has scolded herself ten thousand times in her heart, and now that people have arrived, even if she wants to win the door, she may not be able to succeed.

"I... I don't have any appetite, so I won't eat it." Cynthia was weak and did not dare to look directly at Irina.

"If you can't find your appetite here, then you won't be able to eat even more if you leave this door." Irina smiled.

The guests nodded in agreement and entered the Maimi restaurant. There was no lack of appetite.

Cynthia couldn’t help but want to give a thumbs-up. She stayed up all night and didn’t have a meal in the morning. She kept her stomach and was ready to come to the Maimi restaurant to have a good meal. She ate a favorite braised pork with three big dishes Bowl of rice.

This would have been hungry on the front of the chest and stick to the back, and finally queued, and finally entered the restaurant, with a convulsive brain, he rushed to the kitchen door and said such a shameful thing.

The hunger has not disappeared, but the shame is too strong and I can no longer care about hunger at this moment.