(Thanks to the leader yyyingy for his strong support for this book)
My cheap sister-in-law is wearing a mid-length dress made of silk-like fabric today, which is just above the knee.
This kind of skirt is very conservative, but when she bent down, the hem of the skirt flew forward and rested on her waist.
To someone with sharp eyesight, even a distance of a few meters can be seen clearly and completely.
Luke couldn't help but chuckle, and he leaned his head to whisper in Elena's ear: "Well, is this the artist's choice? Love it."
Looking at the piglet that was wrapped fairly tightly in a small piece of light purple hollow cloth, Elena slapped someone in the face and told him not to gloat over other people's misfortune.
But seeing the raised buttocks, she couldn't help laughing: Yes, even though Mary is almost forty years old and usually behaves in a dignified and polite manner, she still has a childish temper in private.
Margaret smiled foolishly for a moment, then turned her head and saw that the two of them were looking at her and laughing. She was immediately satisfied: Well, not bad, I made them laugh.
For her, there is no question of losing face in front of two good friends, as long as everyone is happy.
Elena hit the person who had made the sarcastic remark, helped him take off her high heels, and then went forward to help Margaret untie the straps of her high-heeled sandals.
By the way, he checked her knees and elbows to make sure there were no scratches, and then the two women stood up together.
Margaret naturally handed the pair of high-heeled sandals that caused the "car accident scene" to Luke: "Help me get them too, thank you."
Luke took it and saw her turn her head to look at the beach: "Do you want to go to the sea to play?"
Margaret: "Yeah, it's a pity I didn't bring a swimsuit."
Luke didn't care: "Then you wait here for a while, I have swimsuits in the car."
Margaret said "oh" and pulled Elena to run to the beach: "Let's go, let's go, look at that cloud, its shape and color, and the empty space around it, doesn't it look like a natural composition?"
Luke watched the two girls run to the beach, stepping in the water and chatting, before he walked behind a circle of low landscape plants on the beach of the manor.
Of course he didn't have any swimsuits in his car. He did have some ordinary clothes and towels, but there were a lot of swimsuits in the storage space.
It’s not that Luke has a hobby of collecting swimsuits, this is purely an employee benefit - several villain doctors in Space No. 2 have been doing labor reform.
But as he gradually gathered complete scientific research teams and "logistics support teams" for these villain scientists, various research results began to emerge.
Like his nano armor, about 30% of the technology comes from this team.
The research and development of Life No. 1 was basically handed over to them.
Although everyone from team leaders to researchers are big names, life imprisonment and labor reform are also established policies, so a certain reward mechanism must be provided.
Normal prisons offer parole after serving their sentences, but that certainly isn't the case with Luke.
Since entering Space No. 2, these bad guys can only work in it until they die, so the rewards can only be material.
Various professional entertainment facilities naturally become the first choice, such as... luxurious swimming pool.
Of course, everyone knows that the most attractive thing about a swimming pool is never the water, just like the most attractive thing about most bars is not the wine.
The "logistics support team" of Space No. 2 came into being.
Hundreds of bad men and women who had no scientific research ability and were simply bad guys were captured and taken to Space No. 2.
Luke simply underwent plastic surgery and training to look like a celebrity, then was brainwashed with his psychic powers, and finally injected with nanoworms for surveillance and control.
A "logistics support team" that can meet all the service needs of the men and women in the scientific research team came into being.
Things like swimsuits are just basic consumables.
Men make up the vast majority of the scientific research team, and there are naturally more women in the "logistics support team", with a wide range of heights, weights and body types.
Therefore, the swimsuits that Luke purchases in bulk come in a full range of sizes and styles.
He stuffed two swimsuits, a pair of swimming trunks, slippers, several large bath towels and a beach mat into a large bag.
After thinking about it, he simply got out another food box and put a bottle of red wine in it.
My cheap sister-in-law has a special liking for red wine, but she just doesn't want to drink it alone.
We went out to play today, but our trip to the party was ruined by those mad beasts in human clothing, so I can only compensate her with red wine.
It took less than ten seconds to prepare all these things, and Luke waited for a few minutes before walking back to the beach.
The two women faced the setting sea, immersed in a discussion of scenery and composition. When they got excited, they kept gesturing and completely forgot about his existence.
When the sun set into the distance, leaving only a faint glow and the sky no longer had the inspiring sunset seascape, Margaret thought of Luke.
Turning around, I saw someone lazily lying on the beach, shaking a glass of red wine in front of him gracefully.
Well, he wasn't being pretentious, he just wasn't really interested in red wine.
As for waving the cup in your hand, its purpose is no different from waving a grilled steak in front of a gold nugget.
Sure enough, my sister-in-law's eyes lit up immediately. She cheered and ran over with a smile: "Luke, you are so great. You actually knew I wanted this."
Seeing her happy about the little surprise, Luke smiled without saying anything: It’s good to be simple. My dog is harder to please than you now.
A few minutes later, Margaret drank half a glass of red wine, put the glass on the food box that was temporarily used as a dining table, and lay down with a sigh of satisfaction: "Wow, it's so comfortable to lie like this."
Elena chuckled and draped the large bath towel that Luke handed to her over her shoulders, and also draped one over Margaret who was lying next to her.
This is the open seaside of Long Island. After dark, the sea breeze brings a slight coolness.
The fabric of her and Margaret's skirts was not warm enough and would be very bad if they got cold.
Margaret's slightly cold shoulders were covered by a large bath towel. She then noticed more details: "Wow, even the bath towels are ready? Well, there is also this beach mat, this box... Luke, if you were a waiter, you would definitely get the highest tip in the world."
Luke smiled and nodded: "Thanks for the compliment, but unfortunately I can't stand the job of being on time."
Margaret was a little tipsy, and her words floated: "Yeah, so I should give you a tip now." Then she sat up and started searching her body.
Elena kindly reminded: "You were dropped off at the gate of the manor by the driver, and you didn't bring your wallet with you."
Margaret was startled, and then she also remembered this. She subconsciously moved her hand to her chest and reached into the gap: "Yes, but Harley told me to at least prepare a hundred-dollar bill with me in case of emergency."
Elena reached out helplessly and pulled out her hand that she had been trying to pull out several times: "Are you trying to tell me that today's breast stickers are made of hundred-dollar bills?"
Margaret was stunned, and after a moment she hugged her head: "Oh my God, I forgot. I didn't bring a chest protector today. Without a chest protector, there is no small hole for banknotes, so I didn't bring that money."