Chapter 1289 (1/2)

”In fact, you want to apply for the boss's wife?” Elena looks at Hannah with a smile.

MEG looks at Elena. He feels a knife hidden in the smile.

”I...” Hannah choked. Although her idea was really like this, she didn't expect to be seen. She took a look at MEG and said softly, ”I just want to find a job I like.”

”Well, Miss Hannah, we have learned about your situation. We will consider whether to admit you or not. The specific notice will be posted at noon tomorrow. You can pay attention to it.” McGonagall said with a smile that in order to ensure the personal safety of the enchanted miss, she thought that she should finish the interview as soon as possible.

”All right.” Hannah got up and left. Under the ELF's eyes, she felt as if she had been seen through. It was too bad.

Hannah came out of the restaurant, shivering in the cold wind.

”Sister, your clothes.” Anna handed Hannah the clothes she was holding.

”Thank you.” Hannah took the clothes and put them on, with a confident smile on her face again. She twisted her graceful waist and left, as if she had been successfully accepted.

”Next...” Anna took out the list and called for the next interviewer.

”Hey, uncle, you didn't wipe the powder evenly, you didn't shave your beard clean, and a corner of the steamed bread appeared. It's a bit too much to wear women's clothes to cheat people, isn't it?” MEG looked at her legs, and her face was covered with thick white powder, stained with two exaggerated false eyelashes, and make complaints about the throat dress with a hoarse falsetto.

He took a look at Cheryl standing on one side. This is the model of a big man in women's clothes. Is it good enough to confuse the real with the fake.

”Are your eyelashes made of donkey hair?” Irina asked curiously.

”You... You bully people, wuwuwu...” the uncle ran away with his face covered.

”Next.” McGonagall said calmly.

”Are you sure your information is correct?” MEG took a look at the 165 and 85 in the information, and then looked at the fat girl in front of her, who was like a small meat bag, and asked with some uncertainty.

”Maybe the weight of a 1 and grid overlap, you did not look carefully...” the girl said weakly.

McGonagall took a closer look. Sure enough, he could see a vertical handwriting on the weight grid. The deliberate composition was obvious. He couldn't help laughing and said, ”you're really a smart kid.”

”Although I don't look so slim, I'm only 18 years old, just like a flower, blooming with youth and beauty. Do you think I'm a flower?” The fat girl holds her chin with her two fat hands and shakes her head from side to side.

”Is there much meat?” Irina asked.

That girl's expression suddenly a stiff, although much meat also quite lovely, but... Still good square!

The restaurant was also quiet all of a sudden, and all the women turned away and tried to smile.

The comments of the boss and Princess Elena are so sharp that they can't get in at all.