Going downstairs alone, McGonagall picked up the letter that was still on the table and glanced at it.

As he expected, the content of the letter was very pure.

However, judging from the somewhat hasty handwriting, Gloria should have written this letter and sent it to the restaurant after receiving the news of leaving the city of chaos temporarily.

With the influence of the Morton family, it was not a surprise to him to get the news of the danger in the city of chaos in advance.

However, in such an urgent situation, Gloria also came to inform him to stay away from the chaotic city in time, and his words were earnest, which really touched him a little.

"Miss Gloria is really a trustworthy partner, and it seems that we can continue to work together in the future." McGonagall shoved the letter back into the envelope, dropped it on the counter, and turned to go into the kitchen.

A head poked silently out of the corner of the stairs, and Irina glanced at the letter that had been randomly thrown on the counter and nodded thoughtfully.

The corners of McGonagall's mouth curled slightly, and after the upgrade, her hearing soared, and she naturally spotted Irina coming downstairs.

"I agree to adopt Anne." Irina walked to the kitchen door, looked at McGonagall who was washing the vegetables, and said, "She's a beautiful and well-behaved child, and Amy likes her too." ”

"It's great that you can like her." McGonagall turned to look at her with a smile.

The years seem to freeze on her face, and she is still a girl, with a smile and a smile, but she has an incomparable charm of a girl.

Those blue eyes, as pure and deep as the sea, make people can't help but sink.

McGonagall looked at her in a daze.

Irina met the hot gaze, inexplicably felt that her cheeks were hot, she was a little shy in her heart, and a little happy, and said with a little disgust: "What are you staring at me?" Is there anything on the face? ”

"It's kind of pretty." McGonagall smiled.

"Tsk, when did you learn to say that?" Irina narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at McGonagall, but the corners of her mouth turned up to show her mood.

"Do you know what I was thinking when the last lightning struck today?" McGonagall asked with a smile.

"Going to die?"

McGonagall choked, it was so accurate.

However, he quickly did a good job of psychological construction, and looked at Irina with gentle eyes, "I was thinking, if you don't love you well again, you will die, and it will be meaningless to live again." ”

"Huh?" Irina looked at McGonagall in surprise.

"Hello, Irina, I'm McGonagall, would you like to be the proprietress of McMie's Restaurant?" McGonagall fell to one knee and magically appeared with a sapphire ring on her hand and handed it to Irina.

Irina opened her mouth slightly, looking at McGonagall who was half-kneeling on the ground.

The man in front of him, unloading his armor, putting down his invincible heavy sword, wearing a plain chef's suit, offered the highest courtesy of a knight, and said this to her gently and firmly.

Not the wife of a peerless general, not the beauty of a dragon-slaying warrior, just the proprietress of a restaurant.

But it was like a bouquet of pink flowers, smashing on the tip of her heart.

The grievances and sufferings experienced in the past three years, and the tears that flowed quietly at those nights, all turned into worthwhile at this moment.

Oh, yes.

All she wants is a simple and happy life with him and Amy.

There is no need to get involved in the endless whirlpool of conspiracies.

Becoming the proprietress of Maimi's restaurant and having a simple and sweet relationship with him is probably a happy thing.

"I do." Irina held out her left hand towards McGonagall.

McGonagall gently took the fair, slender hand, placed the ring on her ring finger, and then got up and hugged her tightly in her arms.

This was not a temporary initiative of his, but a long-planned move.

He already knew that he was already in love with this woman.

He knew very well that it was not a momentary heartbeat, nor was it a covetousness for her body, but real love, an emotion he had never had for a woman.

Because of the gap in strength, he can't always take that step.

He wanted to be a man who could protect her, not a man who needed her all the time.

So he had long thought about telling her his heart on the day he regained his peak strength.

He is McGonagall, the owner of McMy's Restaurant, and Amy's father.

He wants to fall in love with her in this capacity and live with her.

"Hostess." McGonagall whispered in her ear.

A faint floral scent emanated from her, and McGonagall's smile had never been more content and relaxed.

"Is the boss lady in charge of money?" Irina looked up and asked with a smile.

McGonagall looked at the smiling face close at hand, Rulan's snort swept across his face, long eyelashes, blue eyes, and passionate lips, her heart couldn't help but beat faster, and she couldn't help but bow her head and kiss it.

After a long time, the two were somewhat reluctant to separate.

Irina's cheeks were flushed, her breath was a little confused, and her eyes glared at McGonagall a little misty.

This guy ...... Become so aggressive.

But I like it so much.

McGonagall looked at her slightly red and swollen seductive lips, resisted the urge to kiss again, and said affectionately: "In the future, this family, including me, will be under your control." ”

"That's not good, it's too complicated, it's going to be tiring for me, I just need to take care of the money." Irina shook her head, stretched out her hand to McGonagall, and smiled, "Cash box key." ”

"This is the key to the cash box, this is the key to the safe in the bedroom closet, and the big money tickets are in it." McGonagall pulled two keys out of her bosom and placed them in Irina's hand.

Having a loved one to help manage money is probably the happiest thing.

And some people not only have no money, but also have no wife.

"That's good." Irina looked at the two keys in her hand and leaned forward to kiss McGonagall on the cheek.

However, she soon realized that her behavior seemed to be a little frivolous, or too much like a little girl who had just fallen in love, and a hint of pink rose on her face.

McGonagall touched her face a little flattered, then looked at Irina with a smile and said, "You go sit and rest for a while, and the kitchen can be handed over to me." ”

"It's all to blame on this guy for spoiling me like a child." Irina looked at McGonagall, but her heart felt sweet, and suddenly her eyes lit up and said: "Why don't I also change my identity and appearance, so that I can be an old helplady in the restaurant justifiably, so that Amy can call me mother in front of outsiders, and I don't have to worry about those ill-intentioned guys staring at us." ”

"Don't you feel aggrieved?" McGonagall looked at her a little worriedly.

"Why are you wronged? I thought before that if we wanted to get away from all that stuff, we had to find a place of seclusion, and it wasn't fair to Amy. Why not if you can live in the City of Chaos with just a little change of clothes during the day so that Amy can be with her friends? Irina said as a matter of course.

"Okay, then from tomorrow, let's get to know each other again." McGonagall looked at Irina with a smile.