Chapter 1047

Early in the morning, as soon as Meg opened his eyes, he saw Amy sitting at the head of the bed in the way of a duck, looking at him with a worried look.

"What's the matter, Xiaomi? Why did you wake up so early today? " MEG sat up and asked softly.

"I dreamed last night that the kindest and most loving person in the world had a fall."

"And then?"

"So I woke up to ask you, does it hurt?"

Amy reached out and touched Meg's forehead. Her face was full of worry.

McGonagall felt his heart tremble. This morning, how sweet the little guy is. It's so sweet in his heart.

"Father is OK. Although he fell down, he jumped up before landing. You see, everything is OK." McGonagall raised his arm with a smile, full of happiness.

"Your father is fine. That's great." There was a smile on Amy's face, too.

"Well, father, get up and prepare something delicious for you." MEG touched the little guy's head, got up from bed, washed and went downstairs, only to notice a video recording of the system in his mind.

McGonagall turned on the video as he drank water.

In the video, two Tauren demons attack the restaurant, but they are bounced off by the restaurant's defense system, almost choking MEG who is drinking water.

"In the middle of the night, there are two stupid thieves? But the rebound technique of the system is quite interesting. " McGonagall finally stopped coughing and praised the system in his mind. It's a pity that there is no network in this world, otherwise this video will definitely be popular.

Putting down the glass, McGonagall couldn't help going out to see if the wooden door, which had been kicked and lost a stone yesterday, was broken. As soon as he opened the door, an envelope fell from the handle.

"What's this?"

McGonagall picked up the envelope. On the grass green envelope, it was written in beautiful handwriting: Mr. McGonagall, please.

"Who wrote to me? I don't have any friends to send letters to. " MEG was a little puzzled. The handwriting looked like a woman's. "it's not a love letter, is it?"

MEG muttered, ready to open the envelope.

"Does anyone write a love letter to your father?" Amy, who didn't know when to come downstairs, came and looked curiously at the envelope in Meg's hand.

"No, no, it's just an ordinary letter." McGonagall shook his head. Although he was moved just now, it's undeniable that the little guy still has the identity of spy. Some words can't be spread to Elena's ears, otherwise they can't be explained.

"It doesn't matter, father. I won't tell sister Elena. Just read me what the letter says." Amy asked, shaking Meg's arm.

"Yes, yes, I read it." Meg, shaken by Amy, opened the envelope and read, "Mr. McGonagall, I love you..."

McGonagall read only one sentence, but he couldn't go on.

"This... This is really a love letter!"

"Shouldn't a professional love letter first express the pain of lovesickness, then express your love implicitly, and finally end with a title?"

"How can anyone go straight to the theme as soon as they come up! This level... Only primary school students can write it out? "

Meg's soul of Tucao has begun to make complaints about crazily.

But when it comes to love letters, he reminds himself of his youth. He secretly fell in love with the little girl with a horsetail on the front table. After three days of lovesickness, he still couldn't help writing a love letter. He still remembers the specific content

oh My Juliet

Well, MEG doesn't want to recall too much.

All in all, he was a little surprised by the straightforward opening.

"It's really a love letter! Who would have written it? Does she want to be my mother? " Amy looked at the envelope in McGonagall's hand curiously. Many people had already appeared in her mind.

"Sister Gina can't write. Sister mia, sister Elizabeth, sister Barbara, sister Phyllis, sister Gloria, Miss Luna, sister hill and sister Sheryl seem to be interested in their father... Who wrote the love letter? Sister Elena has a lot of rivals. What can I do... "Amy murmured in a low voice, and her face was a little distressed.

"That... Xiaomi, in fact, this may be just a prank, what age, who still writes love letters so old-fashioned, ha ha ha..." McGonagall laughed awkwardly and politely, although he was also very curious about who wrote it, but when he heard Amy's murmur, his back was chilly.

If this spread to Elena's ears, I don't know how many washboards to cover.

"It doesn't matter, father. I'll help you find someone to write you a love letter." Amy said with a smile.

"I'm more afraid of you..." McGonagall said in silence.

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Phyllis was the first to go to the restaurant as usual.

As soon as Phyllis came in, Amy came forward and asked with a smile, "sister bean sprout, do you like your father?"

"Ah?" Phyllis was stunned and regained her mind. Amy's face turned red. She looked at McGonagall, who was standing on one side. She quickly drew back her eyes and pinched the corner of her dress. She said, "I... i... the boss is a very good person. I... I think everyone will like him."

"That is to say, you like my father, too?" Amy blinked and whispered, "I treat you as my sister, but you want to be my mother..."

"I... I'm not..." Phyllis's face was as red as a red apple. She was shy and wanted to find a way to turn in.

"Did you write a love letter to your father?" Amy then asked.

"Love letters?" Phyllis was stunned for a moment, but this time she shook her head decisively

"Well, I believe you." Amy nodded, disappointed.

"Has someone written a love letter to Mr. McGonagall? Who's going to attack Mr. McGonagall again? " When Phyllis entered the kitchen, she felt her heart hanging.

Next to the restaurant are mia, Elizabeth and Barbara.

"Sister mia, sister Elizabeth and sister Barbara, do you like your father?" Amy looked at the three and asked.

"Yes, I really like the boss." Mia nodded seriously.

Elizabeth looked at MEG. "He's a good man."

Barbara also looked at MEG and coughed softly. "I don't like men."

"Did you write him a love letter?"

Amy then asked.