Chapter 2323: Husband, who is this girl?

  The visitor is Gloria, who should have come to him to talk about spring clothes. McGonagall got up and walked towards the door, smiling and saying, "I should introduce you to me."
  Mag opens the door.
   "Mr. McGonagall, I'm here to disturb you again." Gloria's sweet voice sounded, and a sweet smile appeared on her delicate and quiet face, with the back of her hands behind her.
   "You haven't been to the restaurant for a while. The restaurant should have been busy recently?" McGonagall smiled.
  Snap. He still has a good impression of this motivated girl, and he has the feeling that he has half-bred a strong woman.
   "Well, I am catching up with the last batch of winter clothes recently. They must be handed over to customers before the end of the winter, so that they can wear it at least once this year." Gloria nodded, smiling with a relaxed and playful smile.
   "It looks like it's all done." McGonagall smiled.
"Yes, it's all finished today, and annual leave is given to the workers and masters." Gloria smiled and nodded. "So, today I came to Mr. McGonagall to discuss spring clothes. Before spring comes, you need to prepare in advance. Good first batch."
   "Come in, have a cup of tea, and talk slowly." McGonagall had expected it, and let the door open.
  Goloriya took a step forward, but stopped again, looked up at McGonagall, his face was reddened, and he bit her lip, and stopped talking.
   McGonagall looked at the shy-faced girl in front of him, and his heart suddenly felt like she wouldn’t...
   Pensive. No, no! Now Irina is still sitting inside, preparing to catch him alone and get the stolen goods. If Gloria does something to come out, it will not end well.
  In the dining room, the corners of Irina’s mouth were raised, but with a bit of coldness, the hand holding the back of the chair beside her slowly tightened.
Gloria took out her hand behind her back, blushing, and handed it in front of McGonagall, her gaze shifted downward, and she dared not look at him, and whispered: "This is a little bit of my heart. Thank you for your help during this time."
   "It turned out to be a gift." McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, and was inexplicably disappointed?
   "Why be so polite, then I will accept it." McGonagall smiled and took the paper bag. The bag was open, and the green was very bright. It looked like a scarf.
  Meg's eyelids twitched, and he closed the mouth of the bag quickly, fearing that Irina was thinking about it.
   "I started knitting in winter, but my hands are clumsy. I have only just finished knitting today." Gloria said embarrassedly.
   "It's okay, at least I can tie it once before the end of winter." McGonagall laughed.
  He knew how busy Gloria was, and he could take the time to knit a scarf for him. This intention... he couldn't bear it.
  Goloriya also smiled when she heard the words, her heart was warm, she looked up at McGonagall again, her eyes were gentle and moist, Mr. McGonagall is still a gentle person.
   "Husband, who is this girl?" Just then, a voice came from the restaurant.
   "Husband?" Gloria stared at the dining room for a moment. An elf in a blue dress got up from the seat, smiling and looking at the direction of the door.
"What a beautiful elf!" Gloria's eyes are shining, and her exquisite and impeccable features can only be seen in her own mirror on weekdays. The well-cut dress makes her slim waist and plump The outline of her breast is more charming, even as a woman, she still feels very amazing.
  But...what did she mean by that "husband" just now? Husband...Could it be!
  Goloriya's eyes widened suddenly. She noticed that fairy's beautiful blue eyes, as clear and ethereal as the sky. Little Amy also has such eyes.
  She suddenly realized one thing, this elf...should be little Amy’s mother, the proprietress who had never appeared in the Maimi restaurant before, nor appeared in the mouth of Mr. McGonagall.
  Goloriya felt that her heart was suddenly hit by something, a little dazed, and even her ears were buzzing.
   is an uncomfortable feeling.
  It turns out that Mr. McGonagall’s wife has not passed away like the rumors, she will come, and she is so beautiful.
  Then she caught a glimpse of the gift bag McGonagall was holding, her face flushed to the base of her ears, her lips moved, but she didn't know what to say.
  Giving her hand-knitted scarf in front of her wife, this kind of thing...she actually did it!
"This is Gloria, the owner of Dailan Clothing, my friend, and a very close partner." McGonagall introduced to Irina, closed the door, and introduced to Gloria by the way: "This This is my wife Caroline."
   "You...Hello." Gloria nodded slightly to Irina. When she heard McGonagall say "wife", her heart moved.
  厺厺厽品书网 vodtw.org 厺厽. "Your hair is so beautiful, I often hear McGonagall mention you." Irina smiled and looked at Gloria and said, there was no hostility in her eyes, but more appreciation.
  Irina did not refuse to admit that Gloria is indeed a very beautiful girl, with exquisite facial features, although a bit more calm than ordinary girls, but still glowing with youthful breath.
  She heard McGonagall talk about Gloria. She has grown from an autistic girl to a rising star in the business world in just a few months. She also appreciates her character and ability.
   "Your appearance is even more amazing." Gloria smiled slightly, her mood was slightly complicated, but she had calmed down.
   "Sit down and talk slowly." McGonagall said.
   "Look at me..." Gloria said hesitantly.
"I won't bother you talking about work. I'm just about to go out." Before Gloria could speak, Irina was already walking towards the door, and when she came to her side, she was still pointing at her. Smiled slightly and said: "You guys talk slowly, stay for a meal at night before leaving."
  Speaking, Irina glanced at McGonagall again and said, "Entertain people well."
   Then, without waiting for the two to say anything, he opened the door and went out, just like a mistress.
  Leaving McGonagall and Gloria standing at the door a little embarrassed.
  "Sit down first. I will prepare ten sets for spring clothes. You see if they fit." McGonagall broke the silence and walked to the counter.
  Goloriya looked at McGonagall’s back and shook her fist, walked to the table with the tea set, glanced at the chair Irina had previously sat on, and sat down in the next chair.
  Yes, she is here to talk to Mr. McGonagall about spring clothes. Work is very important. Dailan is still waiting for the new batch of spring clothes.
McGonagall brought a stack of drawings over and saw Gloria sitting on another chair, with the corners of her mouth slightly cocked, put Irina’s cup away, poured another cup of tea for Gloria, and then opened the drawing. Said: "The spring season is relatively short and Dailan's production capacity is limited, so I didn't prepare too many styles."