Chapter 2064 Shocking

McGonagall firmly believed that Irina was able to expose the incident calmly because of her trust in him. Yeah.

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

"If he had the guts, he would have touched my bed a long time ago, and the little bitch outside would be his turn? Heh, man." Irina put down her pen and closed the diary.

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

Mag, who was sitting at the desk drawing pictures, turned around in surprise when he heard the voice.

Irina, who was wearing a tulle nightgown, had a perfect figure looming, and her fair face seemed to glow seductively under the warm light.

But looking at her half-smile expression, Mag felt a little scared.

Could it be... She regretted it?

He glanced at her left hand to confirm that there was no folding chair there, and he was slightly relieved.

"What's the matter, what's the matter?" Mag asked with a smile and got up.

"Why, old couple, why can't I come to see you tonight because I have nothing to do?" Irina asked with a smile. When she turned sideways, the thin gauze skirt slid down a little.

Looking at the delicate collarbone and creamy skin, Mag's throat rolled unconsciously.

He had seen too many so-called goddesses, so he thought that he could handle women with ease.

But in front of Irina, he couldn't help but his heart beat faster, and he was distraught.

Like... the feeling of first love?

As if aware of Mag's anomaly, Irina's mouth raised slightly, Yingying walked into the room, closed the door, and locked it with a snap.

Mag glanced at the locked door, and then at Irina who was walking towards him. He felt that something must happen tonight.

Irina walked up to him, only half a meter away from him.

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

Irina raised her head slightly to look at him, her eyes shone brightly, her face turned crimson, and her breathing seemed to become a little short.

The air seemed to be a bit ambiguous.

"Why, is the queen also shy?" Mag stepped forward, their bodies almost touching each other, and said with a bit of a joke.

"No, the queen is never arranged." Irina stretched out her hand and pushed, and Mag fell on the bed, and then bullied her...

...

They fell asleep, were not tolerated by the law of heaven, and suffered from harmony, so they could only reluctantly go to the WeChat official account...

...

The next morning, Meg was awakened by a knock on the door.

Mag supported his waist and sat up from the bed, glanced at the satiated beauty beside him who was still asleep, and couldn't help showing a somewhat smug smile on his face.

"Father, we are going to starve to death..." Amy's voice came from outside the door.

Mag hurriedly got up and got dressed, pulled the quilt and covered Irina to cover her long, slender legs before opening the door and going out.

Looking at Amy and Anna who were guarding the door, he smiled and said, "Why, are you hungry?"

"Um."

The two little guys nodded at the same time.

But Amy poked her head to look into Mag's room, and said, "Mother isn't in the room, did she sleep with you last night?"

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

"That's why you beat mice all night, didn't you sleep well?" Amy thought thoughtfully, "So you got up late."

"Yes, that's it." Mag held back a smile, accepted the excuse the little guy gave him, and said: "Let her sleep for a while, and I will make breakfast for you."

"Okay!" Amy nodded, and obediently followed Mag downstairs.

"A mouse?" In the room, Irina opened her eyes, stretched lazily,

His eyes were still a bit confused, and he whispered, "I don't know how to be gentle..."

Mag made a sumptuous breakfast, and specially filled a large bowl of soy milk for herself.

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

After a while, Irina came downstairs wearing a long skirt, her footsteps were a little unnatural.

Mag quickly got up and helped her pull out the chair, took her hand naturally, and helped her sit down.

Irina's fingertips hooked on his palm, and she gave him a three-point resentment and seven-point lingering look, with a delicate appearance, like a newlywed wife.

Mag brought a bowl of complete and nourishing chicken soup in front of Irina, and said with a smile: "It's specially stewed for you, and I put some water of life in it, so make it a good supplement."

"You just drink that?" Irina glanced at Mag's bowl of soy milk.

"I have to make up for it too." Mag nodded approvingly.

Irina seemed to have thought of something, her face blushed immediately, and she glared at Mag.

Mag smiled and sat back in his seat, took a bite of a deep-fried dough stick, and drank two mouthfuls of soy milk. He was also hungry and needed energy.

After breakfast, Mag cleaned up the dishes.

I was overworked last night, so I canceled all outings today, I just want to rest at home for a day.

"Annie's painting is really good, and the speed is so fast. I have only been out for two or three days, and I have already drawn three picture books." Irina opened Annie's picture books, a little surprised.

"Yeah, she has a pair of hands that all cartoonists envy." Mag nodded in agreement, maybe this is the cartoonist with the tentacle talent.

"By the way, what does that big machine of yours do?" Irina looked at Mag and asked.

"The one that printed the picture book for Annie is a machine that can print in color, and it can print colored picture books." Mag explained.

"But no one at the factory knows how to use it." Irina shook her head.

"It doesn't matter, I'll go back to operate it by myself in two days." Mag is not worried about letting others operate it. It is a nuclear-powered printing press. If the operation error blew up, the city of chaos would really be nuclear-leveled.

Mag made a pot of tea, poured a cup and put it in his hand, and read it leisurely with a strange book of strange monsters in his hand.

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

"Who?" McGonagall turned around.

"That beautiful proprietress who made you help her out is here to see you again." Irina said with a half-smile.

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

"Dangerous!"

Mag put down the book in his hand with a slightly unnatural expression.

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

After all, if there was a fight, Effie couldn't even hold Irina's finger.