Chapter 2323

Standing at the door of the kitchen was a pretty girl, wearing a kapok skirt with blue and purple stitching patterns, with long brown hair, bangs of air, and a bit of baby fat on her face, which was quite lovely.

However, MEG was not very impressed with her. She was probably a girl named Cynthia who liked to eat braised pork. She would come to the restaurant once a week. Besides, she had no special memory.

So

McGonagall to her sudden sentence: "are you not going to marry me?" I'm confused.

Excuse me, when did he promise such a thing to her?

Cynthia looked at MEG and felt the gaze around her, as if she had suddenly regained her mind. She blushed, covered her face and slowly lowered her head.

"Oops... It's not a dream!"

"I shouldn't go out for dinner after staying up late to catch up on the draft... I'm so confused that I didn't come out of the plot..."

"Ah... I've lost all my old faces!"

Cynthia lowered her head, her body trembling slightly, as if in great sorrow.

When the guests looked at her thin and helpless back, their sympathy immediately overflowed, and they looked at McGonagall with more disgust.

"Scum man!"

"When my wife came back, she turned away from me!"

"What bad thoughts can a little girl have? How can she cheat people with her innocence?"

The guests thought to themselves, but they didn't rush out to stand in line.

Irina also looks at MEG with great interest. She doesn't know the girl, but she can be sure that Meg won't attack the innocent girl.

But the situation is so interesting that she can't help wondering how McGonagall wants to solve the problem.

McGonagall looked at the girl who was alone in grief and used silence to deal with it. Suddenly, her face was black.

What are you doing with your face? You're talking!

I'm innocent, how can I be so defiled by you.

"This girl, it seems that I don't know you, and I haven't said that I want to marry you. We'd better make it clear face to face." Meg said with a smile.

"Say? How can we say that? " Cynthia's head is buried deeper.

"Do you mean I stayed up late last night to write your little h-wen, and I was too deep in the substitution. When I was in line today, I almost fell asleep in a trance. When I heard the news of your wife's coming back, I rushed up to say these words?"

Cynthia wants to find a floor seam to get in, but the floor of McMillan's restaurant is too smooth. There is no floor seam at all.

Facing McGonagall's burning eyes and the caring eyes around her, Cynthia felt pressure at the moment.

After a long silence, Cynthia put down her hand covering her face, slowly raised her head, looked at MEG with red eyes and said, "I know. I'll leave quietly. Don't worry about me."

With that, Cynthia turned and walked toward the door.

Yes, she knows that she is wrong. Now she just wants to leave here quietly and dig a hole in any place outside. No one has to care about her, which is the greatest kindness.

……

Working for three years, this is her most humiliating moment!

This kind of feeling is no different from having an acquaintance read her little h article to her face and die on the spot.

MEG:???

Restaurant guest:???

"Ah, Hello! The more you wipe it, the blacker it gets! " MEG wants to roar.

The girl seems to have said nothing, but she seems to have said everything.

In a simple word, he successfully established his reputation as the number one slag man in the world.

McGonagall did not expect that one day he would be set up by a little girl.

"She is so pitiful... Like an innocent girl who has been cheated of her feelings."

"Although I don't think boss Mai is such a person, it seems that she doesn't pretend to be. You can see how sad she is crying. Her eyes are red."

"Is this the trouble of boss Mai? It's really enviable. "

The guests murmured, with a bit of banter in their eyes. They wanted to know whether boss Mai would kneel down on the washboard on the first day when the landlady came back?

"Wait!"

At this time, has been silent to see the play of Irina suddenly out of a voice, called has gone to the door of the restaurant Cynthia.

Cynthia's feet stopped as she stepped out of the threshold, her eyes closed and she bit her lower lip.

"Ah... Just a little bit! Now... Now what? Is it going to be torn by the hands of the palace? "

"I... what should I do now? According to the routine of the novel, as the heroine, I just need to act as a weak little white flower, face the beating of the dark forces in the main palace, and then wait for the hero to come on the stage and rescue her? "

Cynthia was so upset that she kept one leg up and didn't turn around for a long time.

She knows that she is not a female owner. Even if boss Mai is a male owner, she doesn't know her at all. There is no reason to help her with her beautiful daughter-in-law.

oh

This kind of behavior, in the novel, should be a cunning green tea whore

After the return of the heroine, she was used as a minor supporting role in face dressing.

"Ah... It's me." Cynthia felt like she was going to cry. She didn't know what to do.

"This sister, since they are all here, why hurry to leave? It's so hard to queue up. Let's eat lunch first." Irina came out from behind the counter, went to the dining room door with a smile, looked at Cynthia and said.

Cynthia felt the great pressure, although the fairy girl looked beautiful and generous, smile gentle, but let her feel like a devil in general terrible breath.

This... Should be the female dominant aura in the legend?!

Cynthia has already scolded herself ten thousand times in her heart. Now that she is here, even if she wants to get out of the door, she may not succeed.

"I... I don't have any appetite, so I won't eat it." Cynthia was too weak to look directly at Elena.

"If you can't find your appetite here, you'll be even less able to eat out of this door." Irina said with a smile.

The guests nodded in agreement and entered the Maimi restaurant. There was no lack of appetite at all.

Cynthia couldn't help but want to praise her. She stayed up all night and didn't eat in the morning. She just saved her stomach for a good meal in the Maimi restaurant. She had a favorite braised pork and three bowls of rice.

This will have been hungry chest stick back, not easy to line up, the result into the restaurant, a brain pumping, even rushed to the kitchen door to say such a humiliating words.

The hunger didn't disappear, but the shame was so strong that it was no longer there.