Gloria, who had already regained her composure, looked at Irina with her eyes widened a little, and her mouth was slightly open.

In this case, how can you ask!

"I ...... I ......" Gloria was a little anxious to explain, but her mind was a little confused, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

Like Boss Mak?

She never seemed to have seriously thought about it, or rather...... She's been dodging the question.

Mr. McGonagall was an extraordinary presence to her.

If it weren't for that tofu brain, she might still be the little girl who could only cover her face with a black veil, living cautiously in a dark corner, and not knowing the value of her existence.

It was Mr. McGonagall who made her throw off the veil, find the pursuit of life, and find the value of her own existence.

And he is full of talent, always gently helping behind him.

No man had ever done this to her except her father.

Do you like it?

Maybe yes.

It's just that she has been carefully hiding this thought, for fear of being seen through and that Mr. McGonagall will know.

She feared that if she acted rashly, she would turn Mr. McGonagall off, or lose his tenderness forever.

She raised her eyes and looked at Irina, who was sitting opposite, and suddenly had a glimmer of realization in her heart.

Yes, even if she had ever met Mr. McGonagall for the first time, she would have dared to say such bold things, so why should she hide her heart so humbly?

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

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

Everyone likes it, including her, but it's a little doubtful whether her likes are the same kind of likes as others' likes.

While others only say that McGonagall is delicious, she doesn't mention the food, but says that he is talented, which shows that she has seen the essence through the phenomenon, and has a longer and deeper understanding of McGonagall, vaguely indicating that she came first.

As for gentleness.

That's a somewhat ambiguous word.

Is he gentle in words?

Or is it gentleness in action?

Is he gentle in the restaurant?

Or gentle in bed?

Changing the place or subject at random represents the progress of their relationship.

But no matter what the layer, her purpose of secretly asserting sovereignty has been achieved.

This is the so-called love mille-feuille theory, her simple sentence, can see the first few layers, it depends on your Taoism.

Hehe.

Irina's gaze swept over McGonagall as she walked from the door to the kitchen.

The latter only felt a chill on his neck, glanced at Irina and Gloria who were sitting opposite him, and his throat rolled unconsciously, and even his steps sped up a little.

What a terrible Shura field is this! Obviously he didn't do anything!

Gloria's face was slightly red, but she still managed to maintain a calm expression, at least in her aura, she would not allow herself to lose to Irina again.

This is a battle to be lost!

"I've come here and I've heard that the food at this restaurant is very delicious, can you recommend it to me?" Irina flipped through the menu, still smiling at Gloria.

Gloria, who was preparing for the next round of offensive, was slightly stunned, but she didn't expect Irina to suddenly ask her for help, and in politeness, she still replied seriously: "Mr. McGonagall is the best chef in the City of Chaos, and every dish he makes is very delicious, but my personal tastes are different, and my likes may be different, my taste is lighter, so I usually order a sweet tofu brain and a rainbow fried rice, that is, Yangzhou fried rice, and occasionally I will order a black pepper steak, and yellow braised chicken rice is also a very good choice." ……”

Irina listened attentively, looking at Gloria's gaze without losing her appreciation, this girl was indeed very kind-hearted to be able to recommend food to a potential opponent so sincerely.

"Thank you for your recommendation." Irina smiled and nodded, and then said quietly: "I heard that this boss also has a daughter who is more than three years old, will your family agree to you marrying an old man with a daughter?" ”

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

"Little Amy is a very cute and kind elf, and I want everyone to be friendly with her." Gloria smiled.

"That is, and it doesn't depend on who gave birth to it." Irina raised her delicate eyebrows.

"Mr. McGonagall is in the prime of life, and I prefer to deal with mature people than my childish and ignorant peers." Gloria continued.

The words 'young and strong' are very worth pondering, Irina looked at Gloria's gaze a little more seriously, compared to the shy appearance when she first entered the door, she actually advanced by leaps and bounds at this time.

"Do you have no problem with your family?" Irina then asked.

"I ......" Gloria choked, for her grandfather's character, if the Morton family were to be entrusted to her, she would not be allowed to marry Mr. McGonagall, and might even require her to recruit a son-in-law.

Mr. McGonagall is such a glamorous person that he would be willing to become a son-in-law, a man who eats his wife's soft rice.

"It is difficult to be happy in a marriage without the blessing of the family." Irina looked at Gloria and comforted, "I'm different, I don't have a family. ”

Gloria blinked and looked at Irina, suddenly a little frustrated, this first encounter, obviously she was weak.

The corners of Irina's mouth curled slightly, and although it was only a trivial victory for her, it made her feel more cool than a bench slapping a level 10 scrap wood.

"I'm Audrey, you're beautiful, can I know your name?" Irina asked, smiling at Gloria.

Gloria was slightly stunned, and suddenly felt a little funny, because of a person who didn't even know the other party's name.

"I'm Gloria, and it's nice to meet you." Gloria smiled.

"Your clothes look good, are they custom-made?" Irina's gaze fell on Gloria's long gray down jacket, which McGonagall had given her to be similar, but white.

Although the clothes of the girls in the dining room were all given by McGonagall, they were overalls, and she could not care, but if it was the girls outside......

"It's made by our factory itself, not customized." Gloria smiled and shook her head, a little surprised that such a beautiful person as Irina had never heard of Dailan, hesitated for a moment, and still asked, "Did Miss Audrey just come to the City of Chaos?" ”

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