Chapter 1101: I changed my mind.

"What...what?!"
Camilla's expression instantly solidified, looking at the blue crystal spar in the hands of McGonagall, this is indeed a piece of stone, this guy, so shameless! Have you recorded what happened on that day in this stone? ! !
I thought that I was tied to shame on that day, and I couldn’t control my voice under his whip...
The most hateful thing is that in the end, a woman who did not know where to come from was shot on the wall!
If such content is passed out, the reputation of her Countess Bartoli will be completely ruined. How can there be a beautiful girl who will love her in the future.
If she is known by Miss Coralia, she may be a shaking m, it is even worse!
"No! This kind of thing can't happen!" Camilla's gaze was cold, looking at McGonagall's neck, there was already a hint of killing in her eyes.
"There are more than one stone, one of which I stayed with a friend. If I am dead, he will take the stone for auction, I think, I should be able to sell a good price." Camilla grinned and said, "Yes, Countess."
Camilla forcibly resisted the urge to the blood of Meg, and I didn’t expect this guy who looked quite serious, so it was so embarrassing!
"Humans are the most despicable and shameless!" Camilla snorted.
"I only ask for peace. If the countess no longer uses any means of trailing, sap, kidnapping, I can guarantee that there will be no third person to know about the stone." McGonagall, a human face A harmless smile.
"You...you..." Camilla trembled with anger, but there was no way to attack.
His debut, Countess Bartoli, was threatened by a human chef and made her unacceptable.
McGonagall looked at the pair of chests that swayed with their masters, rubbing their eyes, and the sun was shaking.
"Mr. McGonagall, Countess Bartoli... What are you doing?"
Just then, a surprised voice rang from behind the two.
Gloria, who had just come down from the carriage, looked at the scene in front of the restaurant and reached out and covered her mouth.
McGee was lying on the recliner, and Camilla was deceiving himself, almost completely pressing him under his body, and the distance between his face and his face was no more than ten centimeters.
This embarrassing scene happened to happen in broad daylight and gave her a huge impact.
Camilla’s expression froze again, and although she did not look back, she had already heard that it was the voice of Colora.
The eyes swept down, and the pale face suddenly rose a faint glow.
I didn't expect to be excited. It was such a shameful position with McGonagall.
What I didn’t expect was that Miss Gloria actually appeared at this time!
Looking at the stone in the hands of Meg, her eyes flashed a little hesitation. If he handed this stone to Miss Rodrija, she would be sentenced to death.
"If the Countess really wants to be a waiter in the restaurant, I don't have to. If you have the ability to pass, I will welcome you to the restaurant." McGonagall said that it was a serious statement.
Camilla: "???"
"When did I say that I should be a waiter? And in order to be a waiter, I used a temptation? This shameless person!!!" Camilla’s eyes gradually rounded up, and I wished I could use a sharp nail to open McGonagall. Chest, then dig out his heart and eat it.
"I changed my mind. I want to get back all the stone, then I promised my condition." McGonagall's voice suddenly dropped, watching Camilla smiled slightly.
"Bastard! Even let my wife be a waiter!" Camilla felt that she was about to rush to the crown, but she thought that her shameful appearance might be announced in the world, and she could only bite her teeth and suddenly stood up from McGonagall. When I got up, I looked at Meg with some pride. "I can come to your restaurant. It is your pleasure. You should greet you."

Is it just a job?
Gloria listened to the conversation between the two.
McGonagall ignored the Queen's pretense of Camilla and turned to look at Colora, some surprised: "Miss Cloria, how come you?"
Camilla also seemed to have just discovered Rodriguez. She gently pulled her clothes and watched her show a charming smile. She said softly, "Dear Miss Rodrija, I have not seen it for many days. Can be safe."
"Hello, Countess." Gloria succumbed to the ceremony, but looked at Camilla's gaze with a hint of guard. Yesterday his grandfather called her alone, keeping her some distance and vigilance with the countess. The strange things that happened before her may have been caused by her.
Looking at McGonagall, I was a little more happy in my eyes. I smiled and stepped forward two steps. "I have something to ask Mr. McGonagall to talk about, so the Tang Dynasty came."
"Oh, that's okay, anyway, I don't have anything right now." McGonagall got up from the lounge chair and glanced at Camilla and smiled. "Dearess, don't you mind?"
The difference in attitude of Gloria has made Camilla a little sad. McGonagall wants to give her the appearance of the wicked, but it makes her feel uncomfortable, but she still has to show a smile, a slight Shaking his head: "I don't mind if Miss Rodrija has something to talk about."
"Then please avoid it." McGonagall raised his finger to the side, smiling with the same smile.
"I..." Camilla gritted her teeth and saw that Rodriguez turned her head, and she reluctantly pulled up a smile. "Well, let's talk first."
After talking about the twisted waist, I walked to the side and gave the space to Meg and Corolla.
"This guy, I will his blood sooner or later!" Camilla clenched her fist and thought in her heart. For so many years, she has never been so sorrowful as it is today!
"Miss Coralia, sit here." McGon got up and greeted Corolla toward the side seat, opened the chair, and waited for her to sit down, she was seated opposite her, smiling: "I don't know if there is anything to tell me?"
"Now the indigo is on the right track. The profits of these two months have also been counted. One tenth of them is your dividend. I have already exchanged the silver ticket for Buffett to bring you a total of 530,000 copper coins. "Gloria took out two money tickets from the carry-on bag and placed it on the table. She smiled. "Before I promised to give the one-tenth of the indigo profit to the foundation established by Miss Luna." Give the children help, but I am not very familiar with Miss Luna. I don’t know if this money can be handed over to her by Mr. McGonagall."

The weather is cold in winter, and indigo has prepared a group of children’s winter clothes, and I hope Miss Luna can help distribute it.