Chapter 1044: I treat you as my sister, but you want to be my mother.

Early in the morning, when Meg opened his eyes, he saw Amy sitting on the bedside with a duck sitting, looking at him with a worried look.
"What's wrong, Xiaomi? Why did you wake up so early today?" McGonagall sat up and asked softly.
"I dreamt last night that the most kind and loving person in the world fell."
"and then?"
"So I woke up and wanted to ask you, hurt?"
Amy stretched out her hand and touched Meg's forehead. The little face was full of worry.
McGonagall felt his heart tremble. This morning, how the little guy was so sweet, it was sweet enough to go.
"My father is fine, although he fell, but he jumped up without landing. You see, everything is fine." McGonagall raised his arms and smiled, full of happiness.
"My father is fine, that's great." Amy's face also showed a smile.
"Well, the father is getting up and getting ready for you." McGonagall touched the little guy's head, got up from the bed, washed down the stairs, and noticed a video recording of the system in his mind.
McGonagall drank a video record while drinking water.
In the video, two bullhead devils attacked the restaurant, but the image of the restaurant's defense system rebounded and flew out, almost letting the drinking water Meg died.
"This big night, came two stupid thieves? But the system you rebound is quite interesting." McGregor, who stopped the cough, rarely praised the system in his mind, but unfortunately there is no network in this world. Otherwise, this video will definitely be hot.
Putting down the water glass, McGonagall couldn't help but want to go out and see if the wooden door that was stolen by a foot and lost a stone was broken. When the door was opened, an envelope fell on the door handle.
"this is?"
McGonagall picked up the envelope, and the green envelope on the grass was written in the words of Juan Xiu: Mr. McGonagall.
"Who wrote me a letter? I don't have any friends who need to send a letter." McGonagall has some doubts. This handwriting looks like a woman. "Is this not a love letter?"
McGonagall snorted and prepared to unpack the envelope.
"Is there a love letter for my father?" I don't know when Amy, who came downstairs, came over and looked at the envelope in Meg's hand with curiosity.
"No, it's just an ordinary letter." McGonagall shook his head. Although he was just moved, it is undeniable that the little guy still has spy status, and some words can not be passed to Irina. In the ear, if you want to explain it, you can't explain it.
"It doesn't matter, my father, I won't tell Irina's sister, you will write to me in the letter and write something." Amy shook McGonaga's arm and begged.
"Well, I read." McGonagall was softened by Amy, and opened the envelope and read it: "Mr. McGonagall, I love you..."
Meg only read one sentence, and then he couldn’t read it.
"This... this is really a love letter!"
"A professional love letter should not first express the pain of a love that you can't ask, and then implicitly express your love, and finally finish the question?!"
"Where you come up, you will go straight to the subject! This level... Only the primary school students can write it out?"
The soul of Meg's Tucao has begun to move wildly.
However, when he talked about love letters, he remembered that he was young and young, and he fell in love with the little girl with a ponytail on the front desk. He endured the pain of three days of acacia, or couldn’t help but write a love letter. He still remembers, probably:
Oh! My Juliet...
Ok, McGonagall doesn't want to recall too much.
In short, he was a little surprised by this straightforward opening.
"It's really a love letter! Who will write it? Is she thinking of being my mother?" Amy was curiously looking at the envelope in Meg's hand, and many people have already appeared in her mind.
"Jina sister can't write, that Mia sister, Elizabeth sister, Barbara sister, Felice sister, Gloria sister, Luna teacher, Hill sister... and Shirley sister, they seem They are all interesting to the father of the family... Who wrote the love letter in the end? Irina sister has a lot of love, this can be done..." Amy whispered, the expression on the little face was a little distressed.
"That... Xiaomi, in fact, this may be just a mischief. What ages, who wrote the love letter so old, hahaha..." McGonagall smiled politely, although he was very curious. Who wrote it, but when I heard Amy’s jealousy, the back was cold.
If this is passed to Irina's ear, I don't know how many washboards I have to cut off.
"It doesn't matter, father, I will definitely help you find someone who writes your love letter." Amy smiled and comforted.
"You are like this, I am more afraid..." McGonagall said in his heart.
......
Felice was the first to go to the restaurant as usual.
When Felice just entered the door, Amy greeted her and asked with a smile: "Sister Sprout, do you like father?"
"Ah?" Felice suddenly stunned, and when she came back to Amy, what was the problem, her face was red, and she looked at Meg, who was standing on the side and had no love. I looked at my clothes and shook my clothes. Some of them tweaked: "I... I... the boss is a very good person, I... I think everyone will like him."
"That is, do you like my father and adults?" Amy blinked and whispered: "I want you to be your sister, but you want to be my mother..."
"I... I am not..." Felice's face was red like a red apple, shyly trying to find a place to sew in.
"Are you writing a love letter to your father?" Amy asked.
"Love letter?" Felice snorted, but this time she shook her head very decisively. "No."
"Well, I believe in you." Amy nodded and was disappointed.
"Someone wrote a love letter to Mr. McGonagall? Who is going to start with Mr. McGonagall?" Felice entered the kitchen and felt her heart hanged.
Then to the restaurant are Mia, Elizabeth and Barbara.
"Mia sister, Elizabeth sister and Barbara sister, do you like father and grandfather?" Amy asked the three.
"Like, I like the boss very much." Mia nodded seriously.
Elizabeth glanced at McGonagall. "He is a good man."
Barbara also glanced at McGonagall and coughed a bit: "I don't like men."
"Do you write a love letter for him?"
Amy then asked.