Chapter 1532: I thought you didn't want me...

"Are you sure you are going to learn about winemaking?" Irina looked back into the yard and smiled at the dangerous atmosphere.
"Yes." McGonagall nodded, looking for a wine-making old man in the middle of the night. What else can he do besides studying winemaking?
"Good, then I will watch you learn." Irina nodded and signaled Meg to knock on the door.
"What is this doing? Is there anything wrong with this yard?" McGonagall sees Irina like this, and she can't help but feel suspicious. She goes to the dark sign given to him by the gray temple, three long and one short. Two long and one short knocked on the door.
"Oh, I still have a secret number." Irina smiled coldly.
"Amount... Occupational disease, occupational disease... In fact, I am also the first time to come to this place." McGregor smiled and smiled, but forgot to pay attention to the details.
Meg retired two steps, quietly waiting for the movement in the yard, that is, I don't know if the old Sim is sleeping like a normal old man, or a drunken drunk, it is a little troublesome.
The system task is critical, followed by McGonagall to get some useful information from Old Sim, although he has received a lot of information from the Grey Temple, including a secret letter before going out this morning.
However, if there is a leading party in the local area, it is naturally the best, and it can save a lot of time for verifying intelligence.
McGonagall waited for a while and was about to knock on the door again.
At this moment, the courtyard door suddenly opened inward, and then a figure rushed out of the yard with a fragrant wind, and then hugged McGonagall.
McGonagall felt that he was completely stunned by the two groups, and then he was hugged tightly.
"You are finally here! I thought you didn't want me..." A soft and grievous voice sounded like an abandoned grievance woman.

⊙▃⊙??

"what's going on?"
I don't know if this embrace is too warm and soft, or I was shocked by the sudden words. McGonagall sneaked for three seconds, and heard the sneer and killing faintly, only to rush back, and quickly tightened The hands clinging to him were relieved from the body and moved back two steps.
"Girl, do you admit the wrong person?"
McGonagall glanced at Irina, whose face on the wall looked calm and her eyes were already killing, and said quickly.
And by the light of the lantern at the door, he also saw the appearance of the girl who had rushed out. It was a girl wearing a dark green dress. She was tall and plump, and her tan hair was ponytailed. On the left shoulder, the white skin, the delicate face, the purple eyes glittered and stared at McGonagall, as if I had seen a husband of a long time.
McGonagall determined that she did not know this beautiful girl, and she could not find any information about her in her memory, so the only possibility was that the girl recognized the wrong person.
McGee's face is dark.
What is this what he is doing!
He really just wants to learn winemaking... Because time is urgent, I can only come here.
Now, when I knocked on the door and ran out of a girl, I also sent my hand to the rescue.
If Irina is not there, it will be fine. It will be fine for everyone to explain clearly.
But now...not just a traitor in the middle of the night, more private meetings, but also caught a current drama code in the palace!
He couldn’t wash it if he jumped into the Yellow River.
McGon thought that the sword had been hung on top of his head, and he was overturned when he was slightly careless.
but……
Here is the location of the joint that the Grey Temple gave him. Perhaps this girl is the old Sim?
"Is it wrong? How can I admit it wrong? I haven’t stayed here all day and night, isn’t it just waiting for you to knock on my door again?
The girl looked at Meg with tears in her eyes, with a few points in her grievances. Sad, "I have been waiting for you for so long, how can you be so unrequited..."
"I……"
For a moment, McGonagall even felt that he seemed to be a scum man who abandoned her innocent girl and let her stay alone.
However, the murderousness of the air gradually made him calm down.
After calming down, he was even more panicked.
This is the more black and white he is!
How can he explain this?
Do not recognize, that is the sorrowful scum male, recognize, that is the scum male who outside.
On one side, with tears in his eyes, he rushed to the brown-haired girl who was crying in his arms.
On the one hand, Irina, who has a cold look, has already taken out the wizard's staff to prepare for the family law.
McGonagall feels desperate...
Man, it’s hard.
"No, you can't sit still like this!" McGonagall calmed himself down and watched the girl cough: "Girl, you should be the wrong person, I am looking for the winemaker, old Sim."
"Look, you obviously remember people, I know you are coming to me." The girl burst into tears, and the momentum was coming to McGonagall.
"and many more!!!"
McGonagall jumped back a big step and looked at the girl with a shocked look.
"wtf!!!"
"System! You don't tell me that old Sim is a woman! And it's still a young woman!!!"
McGonagall couldn't help but growl in his mind.
"Old Sim is not a woman, it is not an important necessary information, the ancients said: three people must have my teacher..."
"Shut up! Go to hell! You have to cut your internet fee!"
"Host, incompetent fury can't solve the problem. We have to dialectically look at this matter. Old Sim is just a code name. A wine-filled old man can be called Old Sim. A beautiful girl with aroma can also call it old. Sim, when you have the opportunity to have an in-depth exchange with one of them, which one would you like to choose? Moreover, your network fee has not been paid this month. After you go back, you will hand it over to me." .
"I……"
Meg's brow wrinkled into a Sichuan word, and the information of the Grey Temple did not reflect this at all, so he took it for granted that he was an old winemaker.
Of course, the biggest problem is the girl in front of me.
Even if she is really old Sim, she shouldn’t treat someone who comes to her with her!
What is this?
Nothing to be a friend?
McGonagall glanced at Irina, who had raised the wizard's staff on the wall and prepared to hammer them to the adulterer. I felt that if I didn't show up again, I am afraid I will be killed tomorrow.
"Comrade Old Sim, I am the person who sent the organization to connect with you. After your previous performance, I have confirmed your identity." McGonagall looked at the girl seriously and then extended her right hand to her. Road: "I am McGonagall, I need your help now."