Chapter 1118: If I like the boss,

"thanks for coming."
Meg smiled and sent the last guest, flipped the plaque on the door, turned and entered the door, smiling: "Okay, the next time, belongs to us."
"Do we want to eat supper?" Amy's eyes lit up, full of expectation.
The eyes of everyone are also looking at McGonagall.
"Hey."
McGonagall took a hand and the lights in the restaurant suddenly darkened. Almost at the same time, a few candles were lit. Barbara pushed a small car and slowly came out. There was a big ice cream cake on the car. There are eighteen candles, and in the middle of the cake there is a little man dressed in a maid's costume, which is the appearance of Mia.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."
Everyone sang a birthday song and looked at the North Asian Mia with a smile.
"This... is this?" Mia Yana opened his mouth and looked at the cake and everyone with a look of surprise. The tears quickly soaked his eyes.
"Happy birthday, Mia." McGonagall stepped forward and put a silver crown on her head, smiling.
"Mia sister, happy birthday!" Amy jumped forward and shouted with a smile.
"Mia, happy birthday." The crowd also sent birthday wishes and small gifts for themselves.
Elizabeth looked at Mia, whose tears were flashing. She smiled at the corner of her mouth. Although she had suffered a lot, she now has a group of companions who are very good to her.
"Thank you...thank you..." Mia held the gift and nodded her head. The tears turned around in her eyes and she looked up to try to prevent it from flowing out.
In the past, except her mother, no one has ever cared about her birthday, and no one will give her a birthday and a birthday present.
Today, this exquisite birthday cake, as well as a variety of birthday gifts in his hands, the heavy happiness makes her feel unprepared.
"According to our habits, we have to eat cakes when we have birthdays, and before we blow candles, we can make a wish first, maybe we can achieve it." McGonagall looked at Mia.
"Yeah." Mia nodded, standing in front of the cake full of candles, clasped her hands, closed her eyes, and piously began to make a wish. After a while, she opened her eyes and then blew out ten. Eight candles.
The lights lit up again and everyone smiled.
Migge gave Mia a birthday and said hello to them earlier, only Mia alone did not know.
"Okay, let's start cutting the cake." McGonagall handed the knife that had been soaked in hot water to Mia.
Mia's gift in the handle was put aside, the ice cream cake was cut open, and it was divided into pieces of triangles, which were placed in a delicate small dish and distributed to everyone.
"This cake is delicious." Amy took a bite of the cake and said with surprise.
"Yeah, today seems to be more delicious than usual. Is it because this is Mia's birthday cake?" Barbara nodded, then smeared a little cream on the tip of Mia's nose.
Everyone ate a delicious cake, and in the second half, it became a cake fight. The ice cream cake was applied to the face, and the ice and ice cool feeling, but it didn't have any fun.
The joyful laughter echoed in the restaurant, and the girls also danced the new school dance.
McGonagall stood by a glass of beer with a smile on his face. This birthday party in the world was quite successful.
After the carnival, everyone packed up the restaurant before leaving.
"Boss, thank you." Mia looked at McGonagall and hugged him in front of him, some twitching.
"This is what I should do." McGonagall smiled and licked her head on his chest. This Nizi was squatting at the door, and he began to feel pity when he met.
"Mia's sister hugged her father, and her father touched her head gently. Is this a cross-border behavior? Do you want to write it down?" Amy looked at the two men who were holding together and fell into meditation.
Mia looked up from McGee's arms and suddenly found herself taking the initiative to hug her boss. Her face turned red and she stepped back two steps. Then she said with a serious look: "From tomorrow, I will work harder. work!"
"You have worked hard enough, go back and have a good night's sleep." McGonagall shook his head with a smile. Mia's work attitude can only be described by the model worker. If he continues to work hard, he will be embarrassed.
Everyone should stop here.
"Mia, I want to take you to a place." On the way back, Elizabeth stopped and looked back at the North American Mia, who was still red.
"Sister, I have something to say to you." Mia stopped and looked at Elizabeth, whispering: "If I like the boss, we might be together?"
"Do you like him?" Elizabeth looked at the Mt. Mia in a somewhat complicated way. Her eyes were a little annoyed and some were expected.
"I don't know." Yabei Mia shook her head, and her eyes were a little confused. "But no one has been as good to me as he is."
"I fled the kitchen of the small restaurant that day. I thought I was dead. He gave me delicious food and let me stay and become a member of the restaurant. He told me that I didn't have it. Oops, he taught me confidence and self-esteem, and she gave me so much friendship and you."
"I don't know if I really fell in love with him, but I don't think any man can take such an important position in my heart like him."
The eyes of the North Asian Mia gradually became firmer, and Elizabeth looked a smile. "I think, this is probably like it."
Elizabeth stared at the North Asian Mia for a long time, her eyes were full of distress, the words that had just arrived, there was no way to say it, silence for a while, nodded and said: "He is indeed a good person."
"But I don't want to tell him." Yabei Mia looked at Elizabeth and begged: "Can you keep this secret for me?"
"Why? If you like it, shouldn't you tell him your mind directly?" Elizabeth did not understand.
"No." Yabei Mia shook his head and sighed with a sigh: "A good person like him, only a talent like Miss Rodrija and Miss Luna is like him. I am only a half-dragon, and Nothing is wrong, it is not worthy to be with him."
Gloria looked at the skirt that was holding the skirt and biting her lips. The heart slammed and grabbed Mia’s hand and shook her head: "You are not a low-level half-dragon, but a frosty dragon. The princess of the family will also become a real golden dragon."