Chapter 785: Host, you are a shake M!

McGee, who was cleaning up the plate, raised his eyebrows and looked up at Irina with a quiet look. Amy’s question was very deep and professional. He said nothing about it, just asked about this cake. I don't want to marry him. Fiction.
A chef who can rely on a dish to create the urge to marry, must be a successful chef.
Of course, such a girl has been able to line up a long line outside the Mimi restaurant.
However, Irina is different after all, even Meg can't help but be curious.
However, when McGonagall raised his eyes, he smiled at Irina's smile. The pink tongue slid over the lips, and the ice cream that licked the corner of his mouth, the clear blue eyes of the water, actually took a few I was fascinated and looked at McGonagall: "I heard that your mother is the most beautiful woman in the world. I want to marry, I don't know if he dares to marry me?"
"This woman is a little scary, and... there is still some narcissism! It’s slipping away..." McGonagall felt like a prey stared at by the cheetah, and suddenly he looked down a little.
"Is Xiaomi's mother really the most beautiful woman in the world?" Amy's eyes lit up at once.
"Well, juxtapose me first, the woman who can match me, and only her." Irina nodded.
"Wow, sister Irina is the most beautiful elf I have ever seen, beautiful like Irina sister. The mother must be super beautiful." Amy’s eyes lit up the little stars, the dreamy The figure seems to be getting clearer and it becomes what Irina looks like.
In all imaginations, this appearance makes her feel the most intimate and beautiful.
"That is of course." Irina said of course.
Amy patted the little hand without thinking. "The father is so happy, you can find the two most beautiful women in the world at the same time."
"Just he have this courageous woman?" Irina looked at Meg with a smile, but with a dangerous atmosphere in her smile.
"..."
McGonagall did not go too far, he even has this thief, but there is no such thief, let alone the so-called two of the world's most beautiful women, in fact, are Irina, which is the trouble One out?
"My father's courage can be big." Amy shook her head and turned to look at Meg Dao: "Father, you said yes?"
"Come, eat another piece of cake."
McGonagall put two cakes in front of the two and smiled and took this dangerous topic.
"Yeah, his courage can be big." Irina smiled and glanced at McGonagall, but still picked up the spoon and began to eat the cake.
McGonagall quietly wiped a cold sweat on his forehead. What made it all, obviously nothing, but suddenly there was a feeling of bronchitis.
Is this the fate that has caught the throat?
McGonagall suddenly had some fear of formal recognition with Irina in the future.
But this kind of sensation of being a big bright, as if holding the feeling of dancing in the line, but making him feel a little wonderful.
That is the feeling that I have never had before with any woman. It is obviously not very comfortable, but my heart is not so resistant, even vaguely... I look forward to it?
"Don't I be shaking m?" McGonagall tortured himself.
"According to the interpretation of the word m: m is a kind of person who is also masochistic, and it is the opposite of shaking. After the analysis of this system, the other party's behavior obviously forms pressure and a certain level on the host. Mental abuse, although the host shows a certain degree of resistance in the body, but there is a spiritual expectation for this. This behavioral pattern only appears in the interaction of Irina. After the comprehensive judgment of the system, the host is implicitly shaken. m, and is selective."
Just then, the sound of the system sounded in the mind of McGonagall.
"..."
"System, can't you study something famous?!"
McGonagall was a little angry and angry.
"The abnormal performance of the host is trying to hide the flaws that are revealed in the heart, but this behavior is more determined by the judgment of the system. Host, you are shaking m!"
The system is calm.
"roll!"
Meg is in a complicated mood and looks at Irina who is eating a cake. For the judgment of the system, although his heart is resistant, he has to face it. What kind of charm this woman has, can make him This strange performance has appeared.
Even though she is already Amy's mother, Irina, who can sip an ice cream cake and have an unmistakable smile on her face, is still like a girl who feels the youthfulness of the face.
Even after experiencing so many things, you can't see the slightest vicissitudes from her face. The kind of vitality and simplicity seem to infect people, and people want to be close.
The beautiful face may be unforgettable, but McGonagall sees the interesting soul, which is what makes him really interested.
A whole delicious cake was eaten by three people and two cats. The ugly duckling rolled on the ground, then crouched on the ground and tried to slowly move toward the night, came to it, suddenly prepared to get up and throw it down. .
At this moment, the night that had been motionless suddenly stretched out the black little claws and pressed it on the head of the ugly duckling.
The ugly duckling, which had just begun to take off, was suddenly paralyzed. He was pushed by a paw on the ground and did not dare to move. His eyes were grievously looking at Amy’s direction, but he did not dare to ask for help.

Great cake.

Irina put the empty plate on the table and looked at McGonagall.
McGonagall smiled a little, and the feeling of being praised was naturally very good.
Irina turned to look at Amy and smiled. "Millet, I will leave Luodu in a moment. Do you have anything you want? I can give it to you."
"What do you want?" Amy looked at Irina, seriously thinking for a while, whispered: "I want my sister Irina to hold me for a while? Just like my mother holding Xiaomi.

Irina looked at Amy, who was holding her watery eyes. Her throat suddenly swallowed and squatted down and gently lifted Amy up. She squatted in her arms and said softly: "I also want to hold millet. I hold it like this every day."
"Well, Irina sister is so good." Amy closed her eyes comfortably, smelling the faint floral fragrance, lying in a soft and comfortable embrace, and soon fell asleep.
In her sleep, the woman under the big tree on the moon finally turned around, with a smile in the exquisite face, and walked slowly toward her, then hugged her in her arms, it was a warm Husband.
Amy’s face showed a smile and whispered: "Mother..."
Irina’s lips moved, and some of them whispered: "I am."