Chapter 1045: Just in my heart... I secretly like it...

"Ok???"
The three men looked at McGonagall at the same time. Fiction.
McGonagall shrugged, saying that he did not know how it was fat.
Then the three people looked at each other again, with a bit of scrutiny in their eyes.
There is no feeling when I get along with each other day and night, but when I think about it, McGonagall is really a very good man.
The looks are mature and steady, yet they are handsome. Compared with those who are not gentle, the character is very kind, dare to be dare, and there is a lovely little daughter. If you marry him, you can even have children. Consider, is there more perfect?
Of course, the most important thing is that his superb cooking, the continuous output of food in his hands, if married to him, there is probably no happier thing in this world.
Thinking of this, even Elizabeth couldn't help but see Meg's eyes.
"No, I want to be a phoenix patriarch, I have to be single, or I have to waste a lot of cultivation time every day." Elizabeth shook her head slightly and calmed herself down. "And the dragon has thousands of years of life, most humans. It can only be a hundred years old, and we are destined to be impossible."
"If you can marry the boss, it is too happy!" The eyes of the North Asian Mia lighted up the little stars, but soon it became a bit stunned. "But I don't know anything, I don't grow up. It’s a good thing, it’s an orphan, it’s definitely not worthy of the boss. This is really regrettable.

"Married to him?" Barbara's eyes showed some thoughts, but soon he shook his head again. "No, he is just a monk, and I am the princess of the country of the moon. The father is definitely not going to I agree with this marriage."
"But... why do I have a feeling of regret inexplicable?"
"If the father has tasted the food he made, maybe he will change his mind?"
"No! Why do I want this kind of thing! I am a princess of the country of the moon... But the roast beef skewers are really delicious. If you return to the country of the moon, can you not eat it?"
Barbara fell into the entanglement of the promise.
"Maybe someone's prank." McGonagall quickly round the field, although he did not know who wrote this love letter, but with love letters to ask if they like him, this kind of thing is too strange.
"Early, Uncle McGonagall, Amy, and my sisters." At this time, Anna and Shelly pushed in the door and smiled and greeted everyone.
"Anna, is this on your head?" McGonagall looked at the hat with two antennas on the top of Anna's head, some strangely asked.
Is this little cute today os is the antenna baby?
"This is the bunny hat that Sheryl's sister sent me." Anna said with a smile. She reached out and clicked on her ear. The two cylinders shook, and the top of the chick suddenly popped up with two chicks and made a sound. Bright cocking.
"Wow, it's amazing!" Amy squinted and raised her eyes.
"Haha, inexplicably a little cute." The girls were also a little surprised to see Anna's hat.
Sherry's chin was slightly raised, her expression was very light, but the slightly curled corner of her mouth exposed her current sigh.
"This is really a mudslide in the bunny hat." McGonagall opened his mouth and didn't know how to praise it for a while.
Amy quickly pulled back the topic and looked at the two people with curiosity. "Sheryl sister, Miss Anna, do you like my father? Are you writing love letters for him?"
"Love letter? But... I haven't grown up yet." Anna shook her head, with a hint of regret in her tone.
Sherry looked at McGonagall, his mouth slightly upturned, revealing a strange smile, shaking his head: "I don't like men, especially men with beards."
When the words came out, the women were farther away from him if they thought about it.
Shirley glanced at the girls and fluttered: "I don't like women either."
Everyone has their eyes, do not like men, and do not like women, what does she like?
"Do you like the shemale?" Amy asked curiously.
"How is it possible!" Shirley was almost suffocated in a sigh of relief. Looking at the simple Amy, there was always a feeling when I looked at Princess Irina, but I couldn’t breathe. I could only sigh. Some helplessly said: "I only like myself, a beautiful person like me, there is probably no way to like others in this life."
"cut!"
All the people in the room rolled their eyes and saw narcissism. They have not seen narcissism to this extent.
From the performance of everyone, McGonagall has basically ruled out the suspicions of everyone.
Because if someone is really a woman, then there is no need to put the love letter on the door, just find a chance to put it in his pocket, so it is not clear and simple.
In this case, the suspect has a high probability of being outside the restaurant.
So far, McGonagall has forgotten how many guests have been confessed, more than one hundred women, not including men...
Therefore, this clue is equal to invalid.
Of course, McGonagall is really not very curious about who wrote him a love letter. After all, the person who called his husband can pull around the earth a few laps. I really have to worry about it.
Moreover, if the sister who wrote this love letter is not a prank, then she will come out sooner or later as long as she waits.
He is here, and it is impossible to bypass him.
......
"Madam, the love letter you wrote is not signed. Does he know that you wrote it? If you don't know, are we not in vain?" In a shadow outside the restaurant, the black cat servant was somewhat worried. Looking at Camilla.
Camilla’s face showed a sinister smile, and licked the red lips:
It’s my purpose not to let him know. I want to use this love letter to confuse his heart and let him think that his side is really Some people like him, this stinky man will certainly not be able to bear to verify who wrote the love letter to him, maybe even more urgent things. As long as he reveals the true face, let Miss Colora see clearly, Then everything is solved."
"Then you said you want to be personally..."
"Oh, that is not cheap, this stinky man, now I haven’t gotten to need this lady to personally end the game, to deal with this stinky man, I have a solution." Camilla said quite confidently.
......
"Coloja, do you like my father?"
"You... do you know? I... I am just in my heart... I secretly like it..." Gloria’s face changed slightly, and even her speech became stuttering—
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