"Mr. Luna is naturally different from those people." McGonagall nodded with a smile. As the foundation's first collaborators, McGonagall received a publicity statement of the foundation's operations every month, and the whereabouts of each fund. The source of each piece of material, all sorted out everything, she can see her intentions from a form.

"Well, there is one more thing. The day after tomorrow is good. We plan to open directly. I don't know if Boss Mai is free to join us?" Harrison put away the contract and looked at McGonagall.

McGuire thought for a moment: "Then I'll come over when the business ends in the morning."

"Okay, that's all for the matter. I'll go back and tell them." Harrison walked toward the carriage with a smile.

McGonagall looked at the wagon away and turned into the restaurant with a smile.

Harrison is a master of money, and doing this is purely enthusiastic, but fortunately, half of the proceeds from this lamb shop went to the foundation and should be able to help many children.

The restaurant had been cleaned, and everyone left. Only Angela stayed.

"Will you go back to the dormitory for a break?" McGonagall came out of the kitchen with a pot of black tea, and looked at Angela, who was standing still in the dining room, a little surprised.

"The work in the morning is very easy, and I'm not tired at all." Angela just realized that he was opposite to McGonagall, and looked at McGonagall who poured tea, looking at him with a bit of inspection in his eyes.

"Anything?" McGonagall pushed a cup of black tea in front of her, and asked her in a mist of fog.

"I'm a little curious." Angela's blue eyes were still staring at him.

"Curious about a man is often the beginning of the fall." McGonagall said, holding up the tea cup and blowing hot air, calmly.

"I won't fall for a man," Angela said with a lip.

McGonagall glanced at Angela, not expecting that Angela and Camilla were the same.

"Don't be curious about a woman easily, or you will sink." Angela smiled charmingly.

"You're a little bit worse." McGonagall glanced back.

Angela's smile froze, showing a bit of anger, and no man had ever ignored him like this.

But looking at McGonagall, she quickly let go, and it didn't matter: "It's okay, I know you have a secret, I can understand."

"Unspeakable?" McGonagall raised his eyebrows slightly, saying that he could not.

Man, how can you say no!

"Or ... what do you like about men?" Angela's eyes gradually brightened, and she felt as if she had found a Chinese spot.

"Then I won't recruit you as a waiter." McGonagall rolled his eyes and the girl really dared to think of anything.

"Oh, too." Angela nodded, Maimi only had waitresses, and each one was a beautiful woman.

Most people will only think that this boss is a capable and lecherous guy. Of course, the former she admits that McGonagall is indeed the most capable of the male human beings she has ever met. With just a lot of cooking, she can make rules Powerful people obey arrangements.

As for the latter, so far, she has not seen McGonagall harassing any of the waiters, nor has she heard any girl say anything bad about him and talk about him. It is polite.

And that's where things get most confusing.

Although McGonagall has a daughter, no one has ever seen the boss.

A handsome man with a lot of gold, surrounded by beautiful women, and a lot of women waiting to be married outside, but he has zero scandals?

"It seems you really can't." Angela sighed.

"Women who say this kind of thing usually get some unusual plots because of men's rebellious psychology." McGonagall glanced at Angela. No matter from which angle she looked, she was indeed a stunning stunner.

Angela leaned back in her chair nervously, feeling that McGonagall's eyes seemed to see her through.

"But it's a pity, I'm not this kind of man." McGonagall took a sip of tea, leaned back comfortably in the chair, and smiled. "Keeping grace is a required course for a gentleman. As for me, I can't do it. Come to you to try. "

"I ... I don't want to try it!" Angela blushed. Although she has gone out to contact a lot of ethnic people and made up a lot of lessons in the past few days, she still has the feeling of being crushed by Meg.

The corner of McGonagall's mouth was raised, and an unqualified succubus wanted to fight him, too. He said in a victorious gesture, "Say, what's the matter."

"Cough ..." Angela coughed twice to conceal her embarrassment, and her eyes fluttered a little. "I'm just a little curious. Why does Princess Irina live in the restaurant? I heard she has a man, and she's still very powerful. Man. "

"Yes, her man is me. The man in front of the Yushu is in front of you." McGonagall raised his eyebrows and said, "How powerful?"

"I heard that he was able to go up into the sky and hold a 200-meter sword, and he could cut off the dragon's head with one stroke, so he was called a dragon-slayer warrior;

I also heard that he was ambushed by dozens of Tier 10 powerhouses on a rainy night three years ago, beheaded and killed dozens of Tier 10 powerhouses on the spot, and then broke away;

I also heard that three years later, he reappeared. The hero rescued the United States and killed the demon ancestors. The forest in the wind was arrogant. The dragon island threw pigs and smashed the dragon ... "Angela said more and more excited, and finally worshiped : "This kind of man is really admirable. "

"Are there such things?" McGonagall raised an eyebrow, and looked at Angela with a strange expression.

"You are a chef and you don't understand Dragon Slaying." Angela didn't blame your ignorant expression.

"Probably so." McGonagall nodded and said, "Did you fall in love with him?"

"I think women in the world will be fascinated by him? Such a strong and perfect man, unfortunately I don't like men." Angela thought for a while and said, "Of course, if it is him ... maybe ... I can try a bit."

"You're a bit unprincipled like this." McGonagall leaned back a little further, keeping a safe distance.

"It doesn't matter." Angela pressed the table, her body pressed forward again, staring at McGonagall. "A woman like this powerful man now lives in the same house as you, but also in the same house. Floor, it is said that you are still sleeping in the bed where you slept before, are you panic? "

"Speaking of which, I also indirectly slept with Alex's woman?" McGonagall covered his heart, his face scared, "I'm so scared."

"You're right," Angela nodded with satisfaction, and drew closer to McGonagall. "There is a solution now. Would you like to listen?"

"What way?" McGonagall whispered.

"Will you let her live in my dormitory first? I can totally aggravate myself on the floor, who made me so addicted to her beauty."

"You can't stop your smile." McGonig pouted and looked at Angela a little funny.

Help you make my wife?

You dare to think.

"Nowhere, I just think about it a little bit excited." Angela covered her mouth.

"I suggest you ask her for it. I have no opinion anyway." McGonagall made himself a cup of tea, beckoned, and the ugly duckling lying on the counter reluctantly held the edge and slid to the ground, then jumped. On his lap, he rested his head skillfully on his hand, and let him hold his head.