Chapter 1195： What kind of sand sculpture is this year?

Looking at Connie wearing Bra, Meg was stunned, wearing Superman's underwear before, and now there is a catwoman wearing a bra, this is what he wants to take the superhero route?

"What's wrong? Am I so beautiful?" Connie touched the lace, and looked at McGonagall unexpectedly. After I changed my clothes, McGonagall's reaction was so big.

"I said, this... this underwear, it should be worn inside, how do you wear it outside." McGonagall raised his eyebrow.

"Wearing inside? Why?" Connie looked puzzled and pulled the lace edge. "Look, how beautiful the pattern is, is it better to wear it outside?"

"This is underwear, its role is..." McGonagall's hand was stroked on the chest, and it didn't feel too good to describe. Simply said: "This is underwear, it is worn tightly, it can't be worn outside." To others, especially men, this is not a courtesy."

"If you can't be seen, why is it so beautiful? It's a small flower, it's a hollow embroidery, so nice little clothes, if you can't be appreciated, what a pity." Connie still looks no solution.

McGonagall has some helplessness: "bra is exquisite and cute, except for women who like beauty, and part of the reason is to give her men a special private occasion. This relationship is limited to lovers, absolutely no one. Will wear it outside."

"It turned out to be like this." Connie thought thoughtfully, then her eyes fell on McGonagall and her eyes lit up. "Then I will show it to you!"

"???" Meg asked a question mark, did the girl understand what he said?

"I don't have a lover, but I want someone to appreciate the look of this beautiful little dress on me. Then, please let me be my lover for a while." Connie said with a simple face.

"No." McGonagall refused.

Although he doesn't mind watching a choppy underwear show, he doesn't know when Gina will return to the restaurant. Will Amy, who is in the next class, run back and play for a while, this kind of thing will be If you hit it, it will not be easy to explain.

"Also, the straps behind the little clothes are hidden, and the direct binding will damage the elasticity of the shoulder straps." McGonagall looked at the straps that Connie tied around and tied them together. The painting is very detailed!

"but……"

"The dress is not complete, directly dismissed." Meg cold face.

Connie closed her mouth and went upstairs.

Ten minutes later, Connie came downstairs with a frustrated face, holding the black bra in her hand, and said, "I have no way to get them together. Can you teach me?"

McGonagall looked at Connie and felt that she had been completely defeated by her stupidity. She reached out and took the black bra. No way, it seems that she can only teach by hand.

"Look, first put your hands across the shoulder strap, then straighten the position of the bra, let it fit your body curve completely, then put your hands back behind you, grab a strap and use your fingers to feel the dark buckle. Position, the button will be buckled, a bra will be put on. Do you understand this?" McGonagall asked Connie.

Connie, looking at McGonaga in black underwear, was curious: "But why are you so skilled?"

"There are many solutions, and naturally it will be tied." McGonagall untied the bra with one hand, and the clouds were light.

After McGon’s drowning, Connie regained the bra and went upstairs, finally...

"Mr. McGonagall!" Connie's voice was uploaded from the building.

"What happened?" McGonagall looked up and couldn't fall in love.

The bathroom door is half-opened, revealing a smooth and beautiful jade back, white skin, the beautiful lines slowly shrink downwards, when the waist is full, it is not enough.

When McGonagall couldn't catch it, he looked at it seriously.

"My hand seems to be too short, I can't buckle it..." Connie turned back and looked at McGonagall with some embarrassment. Her arm was pulled back and grabbed the belt behind her back and forth, just to go.

"It's awkward for you." McGonagall sighed and reached out to help her pull the two shoulder straps, buckled directly, and slammed her to close the bathroom door. What kind of sand sculpture is this?

After a series of tossing, Connie finally dressed her overalls and stood in front of McGonagall.

This dress is so comfortable to wear, completely isolated the cold, is now wearing a little hot indoors, but Connie can not bear to take off.

McGonagall looked at Connie, the sky-blue jacket perfectly fits her body, and there are two dark lines on the arms and trousers that make the jacket look more solid.

Connie's excellent body curve, and the elegance and noble temperament of seriousness, is also the feeling of wearing a take-away outfit.

Of course, this is based on the premise that she does not speak.

Now the outdoor temperature is below minus ten degrees, so McGonagall has added a layer of top goose down in this jacket. Although it is light and thin, it is very warm. It has the advantages of jacket and down jacket, and it can be free from fear of cold wind and cold.

And behind her, there are three big words: "Is it full?"

Yes, this is the takeaway brand that McGonagall founded in this world.

Service aim is: full? I am not enough to send you some!

Based on the fact that there is no telephone in the world, no Internet, and real-time interactivity is too bad, so McGonagall has no plans for expansion.

Even if he didn't even think about how to carry out his first single takeaway business, he couldn't let the door-to-door guests order the meal, and then sent him home with a delivery staff.

"Let's go, train with me." McGonagall took a dark blue hard hat from the side of the counter and placed it on Connie's head, then walked toward the door.

The fully wrapped helmet encloses Connie's entire head. The super-skilled goggles provide her with a wide viewing angle of 270° and a small screen at the top right, which is currently black.

"Wow, it’s so cool." Connie looked around with amazement at McGonagall, then slammed into the door.

McGonagall looked back like an alien, and Connie, who was busy with the door, suddenly hesitated to teach her to learn the car. If it was put on the road, it would be a killer.

"Bicycle...should it be okay?" McGonagall looked at the scientifically modified takeaway delivery bike in front of him, fully shock-absorbing the body, expanding the front basket several times, and adding the rear seat of the dual delivery box, loading The ability is far more than the electric car of the ordinary takeaway brother.

"What is this?" Connie walked over a bit of exaggeration and asked curiously.