Gloria, who had regained her composure, opened her eyes slightly and looked at Irina with her mouth slightly open.
In this case, how can you ask for export?
"I...I..." Gloria was a little anxious and wanted to explain, but her mind was a little confused, and she didn't know what to say for a while.
Do you like Boss Mai?
She never seemed to have seriously considered this issue, or...she had been avoiding this issue.
Mr. McGonagall was an extraordinary existence to her.
If it weren't for that tofu brain, she might still be the little girl who can only cover her face with a black veil, living cautiously in a dark corner, not knowing the value of her existence.
It was Mr. McGonagall who made her put aside the veil, find the pursuit of life, and find the value of her existence.
And he is full of talent and always offers gentle help behind his back.
Except for her father, no man had ever treated her like this.
Like it?
Maybe so.
It's just that she has been carefully hiding her thoughts, for fear of being seen through, and for fear of Mr. McGonagall knowing.
She was worried that if she acted presumptuously, she would offend Mr. McGonagall or lose his gentleness forever.
She raised her eyes and looked at Irina sitting across from her, and she suddenly had a realization in her heart.
Yes, even she, who was meeting Mr. McGonagall for the first time, dared to say such bold words. Why should she hide her feelings in such a humble way?
"Mr. Mag is a gentle and talented person." Gloria looked at Irina with a smile, "I think everyone will like him."
Irina narrowed her eyes slightly and began to look at this beautiful and pure girl.
Everyone likes her, including her, but it's questionable whether her likes and others' likes are the same kind of likes.
Others only said that Mag's cooking was delicious, but she didn't mention the food at all. Instead, she said that he was talented, which showed that she had seen the essence through the phenomenon and had a longer and deeper understanding of Mag. This vaguely showed that she was the first Come.
As for gentleness.
That is a somewhat ambiguous word.
Is he gentle in his words?
Or gentleness in action?
Was he being gentle in the restaurant?
Or gentle in bed?
Just changing the location or subject will represent the progress of their relationship.
But no matter which level she is on, her purpose of secretly declaring her sovereignty has been achieved.
This is the so-called layered cake theory of love. How many layers can be seen in her simple words depends on your ethics.
hehe.
Irina glanced at Mag, who was walking from the door to the kitchen.
The latter felt a chill on his neck. He glanced at Irina and Gloria, who were sitting opposite each other. His throat rolled unconsciously, and he even sped up his pace a bit.
What kind of terrifying Shura field is this? Obviously he didn't do anything!
Gloria's face was slightly red, but she still tried to maintain a calm expression. At least in terms of aura, she would never allow herself to lose to Irina again.
This is a defense battle that cannot be lost!
"I came here because of its reputation. I heard that the food in this restaurant is very delicious. Can you recommend it to me?" Irina opened the menu and still looked at Gloria with a smile.
Gloria, who was originally preparing for the next round of offensive, was slightly stunned. Unexpectedly, Irina suddenly asked her for help. Out of politeness, she still answered seriously: "Mr. Mag is the best chef in the City of Chaos. , every dish he makes is very delicious, but personal tastes are different and what you like may be different. My taste is a bit lighter, so I usually order a sweet tofu brain and a rainbow fried rice, which is Yangzhou fried rice. Occasionally, I will also order a black pepper steak, and the braised chicken and rice are also very good choices..."
Irina listened carefully and looked at Gloria with admiration. She could recommend food to a potential opponent so sincerely. This girl was indeed very kind-hearted.
"Thank you for your recommendation." Irina nodded with a smile, and then said calmly: "I heard that this boss also has a daughter who is more than three years old. Your family will agree that you marry an old man with a daughter. ?"
Gloria, who thought the atmosphere had calmed down, was caught off guard by another powerful attack.
"Little Amy is a very cute and kind-hearted elf. I think everyone can get along well with her." Gloria smiled slightly.
"That's right, it doesn't matter who gave birth to her." Irina raised her delicate eyebrows.
"Mr. McGonagall is in his prime. Compared to those naive and ignorant peers, I prefer to deal with mature people." Gloria continued.
The words 'young and powerful' are worth pondering. Irina looked at Gloria with a little more attention. Compared with the shy look when she just entered the door, her realm has improved by leaps and bounds at this time.
"Does your family have any objections?" Irina then asked.
"I..." Gloria choked. With her grandfather's character, if the Morton family were handed over to her, she would definitely not be allowed to marry Mr. McGonagall, and she might even be asked to recruit a son-in-law.
Mr. McGonagall is such a stunning and gorgeous person, how could he be willing to become a son-in-law and become a man who only eats his wife's food?
"It's difficult to be happy in a marriage without the blessing of your family." Irina looked at Gloria and comforted: "I'm different, I don't have a family."
Gloria blinked and looked at Irina, suddenly feeling a little frustrated. In this first confrontation, she was obviously the weaker one.
The corner of Irina's mouth curled up slightly. Although this was just a trivial victory for her, it made her feel better than beating a level ten loser away with a bench.
"I'm Audrey, you are very beautiful, can I know your name?" Irina looked at Gloria with a smile and asked.
Gloria was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a little funny that she was in a state of ups and downs because of a person who didn't even know his name.
"I'm Gloria, nice to meet you." Gloria smiled.
"Your clothes are very nice, are they custom-made?" Irina's eyes fell on Gloria's long gray down jacket. Mag gave her a similar one before, but it was white.
Although the clothes of the girls in the restaurant were all given by Mag, they were work clothes, so she didn't care, but if the girls outside...
"This is made by our factory, not customized." Gloria smiled and shook her head, a little surprised that a beautiful person like Irina had never heard of Dailan. She hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "Audrey Did Miss just come to the City of Chaos?"
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