Chapter 1803: Would you like to be the owner of Maimi Restaurant?

Going downstairs alone, McGonagall took a quick glance at the letter still on the table.
As expected, the content of the letter was very pure.
However, according to some hastily handwriting, Gololia should have sent the letter to the restaurant after receiving the news of leaving the chaotic city temporarily.
With the influence of the Morton family, it was not surprising that he was informed of the critical news of the chaotic city in advance.
However, in such an emergency situation, Gloria came to tell him to stay away from the chaotic city in time, and his sincere words really touched him.
"Ms. Gloria is a trusted partner. It seems that she can continue to cooperate in the future." McGonagall put the letter back in the envelope, dropped it on the counter, and turned into the kitchen.
A head poked out from the corner of the stairs silently, and Irina glanced at the letter that had been casually dropped on the counter, and nodded thoughtfully.
The corner of Meg's mouth slightly tilted. After the upgrade, his hearing soared, and naturally Irina came downstairs.
"I agree to adopt Annie." Irina walked to the kitchen door and looked at McGonagall, who was washing vegetables. "She is a beautiful and well-behaved child, and Amy likes her too."
"It's great that you like her." McGonagall turned and looked at her with a smile.
Years seem to freeze on her face, still like a young girl, and with a smile, she has a charm that girls can't match.
Those blue eyes were as pure and deep as the sea, and could not help sinking.
McGonagall looked at her, but he just looked at it.
Irina met that hot look, and she felt that her cheeks were hot, she was a little shy, and she was a little happy, and she said with a bit of blame, "Why are you staring at me? Is there anything on your face?"
"A bit nice," McGonagall smiled.
"Well, when did you learn to say that?" Irina narrowed her eyes and looked at McGonagall, but her raised mouth revealed her mood.
"Do you know what I was thinking when the last thunderstorm broke down today?" McGonagall asked with a smile.
"dying?"
McGonagall was so accurate.
But he did a good job of mental construction soon, and looked at Irina gently. "I was thinking that if I didn't love you again and then die, it would be meaningless to re-work once."
"Huh?" Irina looked at McGonagall in surprise.
"Hello, Irina, this is McGonagall, would you like to be the owner of McMee's restaurant?" McGonagall kneeled on one knee, and a sapphire ring appeared magically in her hand, and passed it to Irina .
Irina opened her mouth slightly and looked at McGonagall, who was half-kneeling on the ground.
The man in front of him removed his armor, put down his unparalleled epee, wore a plain chef's suit, offered the knight's highest etiquette, and said this to her softly and resolutely.
Not the wife of the world's unparalleled general, not the beauty of the Dragon Slayer, but the owner of a restaurant.
But like a bunch of pink flowers, hit her apex.
The grievances and sufferings experienced in the past three years, and the tears flowing quietly at night, are all worthwhile at this moment.
Yes.
All she wanted was a simple and happy life with him and Amy.
There is no such thing as national justice, racial rise and fall, and no need to intervene in those endless conspiracy swirls.
Becoming the owner of Maimi Restaurant and having a simple and sweet relationship with him is probably a happy thing.
"I do." Irina stretched her left hand towards McGonagall.
McGonagall gently lifted the fair and slender hand, put the ring on her ring finger, and got up to embrace her tightly in her arms.
This was not his temporary intention, but a long-planned move.
He had known for a long time that he had fallen in love with this woman.
He knew very well that it wasn't a momentary heartbeat, nor was it about hitting her body, but real love, the emotion he had never had for a woman.
Because of the gap in strength, he couldn't take that step.
He wants to be a man who can protect her, not a man who often needs her to protect.
So he had long wanted to tell her his heart on the day when he recovered his peak strength.
He is McGonagall, owner of McMee's restaurant and Amy's father.
He wanted to fall in love with her in this capacity and live with her.
"Madam," McGonagall whispered in her ear.
A faint floral scent emanated from her, and McGonagall's smile was never so satisfied and relaxed.
"Is the boss responsible for money?" Irina asked, smiling up.
McGonagall looked at the smiling face close by, Ru Lan's nose swept across his face, long eyelashes, blue eyes, and those passionate lips, the heart could not help beating faster, could not help lowering his kiss Go up.
After a long time, the two talents were somewhat difficult to separate.
Irina's cheeks were flushed, her breath was a little chaotic, her eyes were a little confused and she gave a glamorous look at McGonagall.
This guy ... becomes so aggressive.
But I really like it.
McGonagall looked at her slightly swollen, seductive lips, resisting the urge to kiss again, and said affectionately, "In the future, this family, including me, will be yours."
"That won't work. It's too complicated. It will be tired of me. I just need to take care of the money." Irina shook her head and reached out to McGonagall, grinning, "The key of the cash box."
"This is the cash box key. This is the key to the safe in the bedroom closet. The large amount of money is in it." McGonagall took out two keys from his arms and put them in Irina's hands.
It's probably the happiest thing for a loved one to help manage the money.
And some people, not only have no money, they have no wife.
"How good." Irina looked at the two keys in her hand, stepped forward and kissed McGonagall's cheek.
But she soon realized that her behavior seemed a little frivolous, or too much like a little girl just in love, and a little pink rose on her face.
McGonagall touched his face with a bit of flattery, then smiled and looked at Irina. "You go and sit and rest for a while. The kitchen is just for me."
"I blame this guy for spoiling me like a child." Irina looked at McGonagall, but she felt sweet, and suddenly her eyes brightened, "I'd better change my identity and appearance, so I You can rightfully be an old maid in the restaurant, so that Amy can call my mother in front of outsiders, and you don't have to worry about the bad guys staring at us. "
"Don't you feel wronged?" McGonagall looked at her a little worried.
"Why is it wrong? I thought before that if we want to stay away from the complicated things, we need to find a place isolated from the world, which is not fair to Amy. If you only change your clothes during the day, you can be in chaos. City life, so that Amy can stay with friends, why not? "Irina took for granted.
"Okay, let's meet again from tomorrow." McGonagall looked at Irina with a smile.