Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

McGonagall firmly believes that Elena's ability to calmly expose this incident is based on her trust in him. Right.

Between husband and wife, trust is stronger than gold stone.

"If he had the guts, he would have touched my bed first, and he would have been smashed by the little bitches outside? Oh, man Elena put down her pen and closed her diary.

After sitting by the bed for a while, Elena got up and went out and pushed the door of the next room open.

McGonagall, who was drawing at his desk, looked back in surprise at the sound.

Elena, who is wearing a Tulle Nightgown, has a perfect figure, and her white face seems to glow in the warm light.

But McGonagall was a little frightened by her smile.

Did... She go back?

Glancing at her left hand to make sure there was no folding chair there, he was slightly relieved.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" MEG got up with a smile and asked.

"Why, my husband and wife, I can't come to you without anything to do at night?" Irina asked with a smile. As she turned sideways, her gauze skirt slipped a little.

Looking at the delicate clavicle and the creamy skin, Meg's throat rolled unconsciously.

He saw many so-called goddesses, and thought that he had been able to lift a heavy weight as light as a light for women.

But in front of Elena, he couldn't help his heart beating faster and confused.

Like... First love?

Seems to be aware of McGonagall's abnormal, Elena mouth slightly up, Ying Ying into the room, conveniently closed the door, pat to lock.

McGonagall looked at the locked door, and then at Irina, who was walking towards him. He thought something would happen tonight.

Elena came up to him, only half a meter away.

She should have just taken a bath, and her face is still ruddy. He can smell the fragrance of her body, the faint fragrance of the water of life, and the fragrance of jasmine, which is comfortable and addictive.

Irina looked up at him, her eyes were shining, her face was flushed, and her breath seemed to be a little short.

The air seems to be a bit ambiguous.

"Why, is the queen shy?" McGonagall stepped forward, their bodies almost close to each other, laughing a little.

"No, the queen is never arranged." Irina reaches for a push, and MEG falls on the bed, then bullies himself

……

They slept, and were not allowed to be in harmony with the heaven, so they could only endure the WeChat official account.

……

The next morning, MEG was woken up by a knock on the door.

McGonagall got up from the bed, holding his waist, and looked at the contented beauty who was still sleeping beside him, with a smile of satisfaction on his face.

"Father, we are starving..." Amy's voice came from outside the door.

MEG quickly got up, dressed, pulled the quilt to cover Elena, covered her long white legs, and then opened the door.

Looking at Amy and Anna guarding at the door, he said with a smile, "why, are you hungry?"

"Well."

The two little guys nodded at the same time.

But Amy poked her head into Meg's room and said, "my mother is not in the room. Did she sleep with you last night?"

"Ah... She said there were mice in the room last night. She was afraid, so she ran to my room to sleep." MEG quickly closed the door and explained with a smile.

"So you beat the mice all night, didn't you sleep well?" Amy thought, "so you got up late."

"Yes, that's it." McGonagall, with a smile, accepted the little guy's excuse and said, "let her sleep a little longer. I'll make breakfast for you."

"All right!" Amy nodded and obediently followed MEG downstairs.

"Mice?" In the room, Elena opens her eyes and stretches lazily. Her eyes are still a little confused. She says in a strange voice: "I don't know how to be gentle..."

MEG made a big breakfast and specially served himself a big bowl of soybean milk.

Amy went upstairs and asked her mother to come down for dinner.

After a while, Elena came downstairs in a long family dress, with a slightly unnatural step.

McGonagall quickly got up to help her open the chair, naturally took her hand and helped her sit down.

Irina's fingertips in the palm of his hand hook once, three points of resentment, seven points of lingering stare at him, pretty appearance, like a newly married wife.

McGonagall brought a bowl of chicken soup and put it in front of Elena. He said with a smile, "I specially stewed it for you. I put some water of life to make it up."

"You drink that?" Irina looked at Meg's bowl of soymilk.

"I have to make up for it, too." MEG nodded deeply.

Irina seemed to think of something, and her face immediately rose a little crimson and glared at MEG.

McGonagall sat back in his seat with a smile, took a bite of a fried dough stick, and drank two mouthfuls of soybean milk. He was also hungry and needed to replenish his energy.

After breakfast, MEG cleaned up the dishes.

I was overworked last night. Today's outings were cancelled. I just want to have a rest at home.

"Annie's painting is very good, and it's very fast. I've only been out for two or three days, and I've already painted three picture books." Irina opened Anne's picture book and said in surprise.

"Yes, she has a pair of hands that all cartoonists admire." McGonagall nodded. Maybe this is the cartoonist with the talent of tentacle.

"By the way, what's your big machine for?" Irina asked, looking at MEG.

"It's for Annie to print picture books. It's a color printing machine. It can print picture books with colors." MEG explained.

"But nobody in the factory can use it." Irina shook her head.

"It doesn't matter. I'll go back and operate it myself in two days." McGonagall doesn't trust others to operate it. It's a nuclear powered printing press. If the operation goes wrong and explodes, the chaotic city will be leveled.

McGonagall made a pot of tea, poured a cup and put it on hand. He was holding a Book of strange news about Warcraft and looked at it leisurely.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" MEG looks back.

"The beautiful landlady who asked you to help her come out is looking for you again." Irina said with a smile.

"I'll open the door!" Amy jumped out of the chair and ran towards the door.

"Danger

MEG put down the book with a slightly unnatural expression.

Although there is nothing between him and Effie, it's just a simple business, but there is still a little worry about the tora.

After all, to fight, Effie couldn't even hold one of Elena's fingers.