Chapter 1195 What Year Is This Sand Sculpture?

Looking at Connie wearing a bra, Mag was dumbfounded. Before, there was Superman wearing underwear, but now there is Catwoman wearing a bra. This shit is going to take the superhero route?

"What's wrong? Am I that pretty?" Connie touched the lace and looked at Mag in surprise. She didn't expect Mag's reaction to be so big after changing her clothes.

"I said, this... this underwear, it should be worn inside, why did you wear it outside." McGonagall raised her eyebrows and said.

"Wear it inside? Why?" Connie looked puzzled, and tugged at the lace, "Look, what a beautiful pattern, wouldn't it look better on the outside?"

"This is underwear. Its function is..." Mag gestured with his hand on his chest, and felt that it was not easy to describe, so he simply said directly: "Anyway, this is underwear, which is worn next to the body and cannot be worn outside. It's not polite for other people, especially men, to see it."

"If it can't be seen, then why is it so beautiful? It's small flowers, hollow embroidery, such a beautiful little dress, if it can't be appreciated, what a pity." Connie still looked dissatisfied. untie.

McGonagall said helplessly: "The bra is exquisite and cute. In addition to the woman's own liking for beauty, part of the reason is to show her man appreciation on specific private occasions. This kind of relationship is limited to lovers, absolutely no one Will wear it outside."

"So that's how it is." Connie thought about it, and then her eyes fell on Mag, her eyes lit up, "Then I'll show you the clothes!"

"???" Mag had a question mark on his face, did the girl not understand what he said?

"I don't have a lover, but I want someone to appreciate how this beautiful little dress looks on me, so please act as my lover for a while." Connie said innocently.

"No." Mag flatly refused.

Although he doesn't mind watching a turbulent underwear show, he doesn't know when Gina will return to the restaurant, and whether Amy, who is in class next door, will come back to play for a while during the break. If it hits, it's hard to explain clearly.

"Also, the straps on the back of this little dress have concealed buckles. Tying it directly will damage the elasticity of the shoulder straps." Mag glanced at the straps that were randomly pulled together behind Connie. The bra wearing instructions given by the system It's clearly drawn in great detail!

"But……"

"Dirty clothes, direct dismissal." Mag said with a cold face.

Connie shut up,

Go upstairs obediently.

Ten minutes later, Connie came downstairs with a frustrated face, holding the black bra in her hand, and falteringly said: "I can't make them buckle together, can you teach me?"

Mag looked at Connie, feeling that he had been completely defeated by her stupidity, and reached out to grab the black bra. There was no way, it seemed that he could only teach her hands.

"Look, first put your hands through the shoulder straps, then straighten the position of the bra so that it fits your body curve completely, then put your hands behind your back, grab a strap each, and feel the hidden buckle with your fingers position, fasten the concealed button, and a bra is ready to wear. Do you understand now?" Mag looked at Connie and asked.

Connie nodded, looked at Mag who was wearing black underwear, and asked curiously again: "But why are you so proficient?"

"If you untie too much, it will naturally be tied." Mag said lightly, untying her bra with one hand.

After Mag's drowning, Connie went upstairs with her bra again, and finally...

"Mr. McGonagall!" Connie's voice came from upstairs.

"What's the matter?" Mag went upstairs with a look of hopelessness.

The bathroom door was ajar, revealing a beautiful back as smooth as jade, fair skin, the beautiful lines slowly shrinking downwards, and when it reached the waist, it was already too full to hold.

Mag was caught off guard for a while, so he took a few serious glances.

"My hands seem to be too short, I can't buckle them up..." Connie looked back at Mag with some embarrassment, her arms went up and down behind her back to grab the strap, back and forth, just barely.

"It's really embarrassing for you." Mag sighed, reached out to help her pull the two shoulder straps, buckled them directly, and helped her close the bathroom door with a click. What year is this sand sculpture?

After a series of fuss, Connie finally put on her overalls correctly, and stood in front of Mag in high spirits.

The clothes were really comfortable to wear, completely insulated from the cold, even though it was a little hot to wear indoors now, Connie was reluctant to take them off.

Mag looked at Connie. The sky blue jacket fit her body perfectly, and there were two dark lines on the arms and trouser line, which made the jacket look more three-dimensional.

And Connie's excellent body curves, and a bit of elegance and nobility when she is serious, also gave a high-end feeling to a set of takeaway clothes.

Of course, this is based on the premise that she doesn't speak.

Now the outdoor temperature is below minus ten degrees, so Mag asked the system to add a layer of top-quality goose down to the jacket. Although it is light and thin, it is very warm. It has the advantages of both jackets and down jackets, so it can completely avoid the cold wind and cold.

And behind her, there are three eye-catching characters: "Are you full?"

Yes, this is the food delivery brand that Mag founded in this world.

The purpose of the service is: Are you full? I'm giving you some if you're not full!

In this world, there are no telephones, no Internet, and real-time interaction is too poor, so Mag has no expansion plans for the time being.

He hasn't even figured out how to start his first food delivery business. He can't let the customers who come to the door order a meal, and then assign a delivery person to follow him home all the way, right?

"Let's go, practice driving with me." Mag took a dark blue helmet from the counter and put it on Connie's head, then walked towards the door.

Connie’s entire head is stuffed into the fully-wrapped helmet, and the high-tech goggles can provide her with a 270° wide viewing angle. There is also a small screen on the upper right, which is currently in a black state.

"Wow, that's so cool." Connie followed Mag and looked left and right in amazement, and then slammed into the door with a bang.

McGonagall looked back at Connie, who was hurriedly holding the door out like an alien, and suddenly hesitated whether to teach her how to drive. If it was put on the road, it would probably be a killer.

"Bicycle...should be fine, right?" Mag looked at the scientifically modified food delivery bicycle in front of him, with a fully shock-absorbing body, a front basket that had been enlarged several times, and a rear seat with double distribution boxes. The ability is far beyond the electric car of ordinary takeaway boys.

"What's this?" Connie came over with a little exaggeration, and asked curiously.