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"Of course." Clemenceau Monthly Fee Group ⑥ ⑨ ④ 九 ③ 六 一 ３ ５ smiled and said, "Maybe it's because I was born not long ago, so I don't have any stereotypes about humans being weak. He has such a unique ability, of course it will be a key factor influencing the situation. We all know that he does have the intention to influence the situation."

"This is the truth."

Jean Bart glanced at Clemenceau, stood still and said, "You are my sister. I am very happy that you can support me, so I hope you will not hide anything from me. Everything we do is for the future of Iris."

Clemenceau was startled, thinking that he must not have revealed any flaws. Jean-Bart's intuition was really terrifying.

"Of course, everything is for Iris's future."

Clemenceau smiled.

Clemenceau turned around and quietly walked into Marco Polo's room when no one was paying attention.

"You and I can actually be considered to be in the same boat. We both possess great power and great ambitions, but just because we came to this world later than others, we are destined to not be able to accumulate military merits and qualifications, and we are also destined not to have the right to speak and realize our ambitions. It is the time and fate, but it is not what we want."

Marco Polo raised his head and pushed back Helan's beautiful long hair: "That's right, but a crisis is also an opportunity."

Clemenceau stood side by side with her, looking out the window at the sea. "It is precisely because of the current turmoil in Azur Lane that we can seize the opportunity to rise. We can endure for a while today, but we must make great plans in the future."

"The west wind blows through the courtyard, the flowers are cold and fragrant, and butterflies are hard to come."

Marco Polo looked towards Clemenceau.

"If I become the Qing Emperor in his future years, I will be rewarded with peach blossoms."

Clemenceau also looked at Marco Polo, and the two hands clasped together tightly.

"A close friend!"

"My close friend!"

"But Mr. Marco Polo, the current situation requires us to remain calm and not act rashly."

"Of course, I know my limits."

In the middle of the night, Clemenceau stood in the garden outside the church and finally waited for a blonde girl to appear.

"I know how it feels to carry these heavy responsibilities, so I understand Cardinal Clemenceau. I hope you can fulfill your promise and don't let me regret it."

"of course."

Clemenceau raised his eyebrows and looked at the girl in front of him who was pursing her lips tightly, his sky-blue eyes full of determination and loyalty.

"Joan of Arc, we are all for Iris's future, aren't we?"

"It better be so."

But even though Clemenceau was already so versatile, she still had energy.

To be precise, her main focus was on another person - yes, of course it was Liu Cheng.

Chapter 121 Sister-in-law's Attack

This was the third day since Liu Cheng and Richelieu established contact through Brest. He was telling the gentle and beautiful poet about his experiences. Since there were two little girls, Unyielding and Stubborn, listening with their chins supported, Liu Cheng had to embellish it a little. For literary works, artistic processing is of course necessary.

"Speaking of which, Kaga is Tosa's sister, a well-known member of the Sakura Empire's First Air Fleet. Her kung fu is even more superb than Tosa's. Tosa has only one tail, but Kaga has nine, which means she has reached the level of a nine-tailed fox. When she throws a punch, there is a sound of wind and thunder. But would I be afraid of this? Definitely not..."

The curious and admiring look in the little girl's eyes made Liu Cheng secretly happy. Brest was even more thoughtful and good at supporting the main role. She really had her own little thoughts. For Richelieu and Iris, she sincerely called Liu Cheng a hero and admired him wholeheartedly. After realizing this, Liu Cheng felt a sense of accomplishment.

Even though I have to be humble on the surface, it feels really good to be recognized.

Just the look in Clemenceau's eyes was somewhat intriguing. She sat quietly on the other side of the sofa, one hand gently supporting her cheek, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. She seemed to be just a quiet and mature beauty. However, Liu Cheng certainly knew that this ship girl definitely had other intentions, and the so-called riddle was just a test.

The purpose can be nothing more than three: for Bar, for Richelieu, or for herself?

"Clemenceau, what do you want?"

When stopping to drink water, Liu Cheng took the initiative to speak to her.

Without saying anything like "Can't you come if you have nothing else to do?", Clemenceau seemed to be quite frank and said, "I want to ask you a few questions related to the previous Mind Cube transformation, and by the way, let Barr keep an eye on you."

"look at me?"

"See if you will do anything to let Jean Bart down." Clemenceau pursed his plump lips and said playfully.

She smiled charmingly, "Jean Bar is the sister I admire. I also want to see how you can win her heart. This proud sister, I also want to please her."

"I might be doing something that is unfair to Jean Bart, but in the end I am not doing her any wrong."

Liu Cheng shook his finger at Clemenceau and said, "There's no technique. It's just a matter of sincerity for sincerity. If you want to learn, then learn it well."

“Well, I’m looking forward to it.” Clemenceau nodded with a serious expression on his face.

At first glance, it seems that Clemenceau is acting like a little fan of Jean Bart, but Liu Cheng knows that she deliberately revealed her flaws to him in order to attract his attention. This secretive ship girl definitely has other plans.

However, Liu Cheng didn't really care about Clemenceau's test. This ship girl, who was not in his plan in the first place, now possessed very limited power and influence on Iris. It seemed that she was not the key to affecting the situation at present. Liu Cheng had enough patience to wait for this riddle person to become unable to sit still and reveal her true intentions.

So when Liu Cheng was telling Brest about Richelieu's words, he did not hide anything from Clemenceau who was standing beside him. He said whatever he wanted to say and even talked about how to break through Richelieu's defenses.

"You are Jean Bart's lover, but you still miss Sister Richelieu." Clemenceau asked, "Aren't you afraid that I will complain to Jean Bart?"

Liu Cheng said confidently: "Don't be afraid, let Bal know that I am a scumbag, she will understand me."

"My brother-in-law is so thick-skinned."

"That's right. Once you get to know me for a few more days, you'll find that I'm thicker-skinned than you think."

"Haha, my brother-in-law is really interesting."

Clemenceau blinked her eyes. This was indeed the truth from the bottom of her heart. The frank yet cautious look of the man in front of her made her feel again that it was really interesting.

In addition to the room, Liu Cheng often "accidentally met" Clemenceau in various places during this period. This did not surprise Liu Cheng, but what surprised him was that Clemenceau seemed to be very patient as well.

In the gym, Clemenceau put one leg on the bar with its legs stretched out, her slender body leaning forward. From behind, one could see her perfect back curve and raised buttocks under her tights. This imaginative angle further highlighted her charm.

Liu Cheng paused. He had originally planned to run on the treadmill for a while to help digest his food, but he didn't expect to run into Clemenceau here. So the question was, was this an accidental encounter? Or did Clemenceau do it on purpose? If it was intentional, how did she know that I would come to the gym?

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Clemenceau said, "If you leave like this, it seems that my brother-in-law is not so shameless."

It’s a simple way of provoking someone, but simple ones are usually effective.

So Liu Cheng stopped at the door, admiring the beautiful curve of Clemenceau's ligament, and made a sharp comment: "The hip line is beautiful and the legs are straight, but it's a bit amateurish to do exercise without tying your hair up."

After saying that, Liu Cheng turned around and walked out casually, indicating that he would not be provoked.

Clemenceau just smiled, stretched her arms, pulled out a hair tie from the pocket behind her hips, and gathered her long light pink hair into a neat high ponytail.

Clemenceau was certainly not so ignorant of this common sense. He was just showing weakness on purpose, conveying that he had arranged everything deliberately and clumsily for him, making it impossible for him not to care.

Just a moment later, Liu Cheng walked in again, and regardless of the fact that Clemenceau had already tied her hair, he still threw a hair tie from Jean Bart in his hand to her.

Liu Cheng smiled and said, "I'll give you an extra one as a backup in case you forget it later."

This is called using directness to defeat cleverness. Liu Cheng doesn't want to get anything from Clemenceau, nor does he want to test her, so he can do whatever he wants. In fact, he is already in an invincible position.

"Is this Jean Bart's?"

"What's hers is mine."

"That's not necessarily true. Women are possessive of what they own." Clemenceau pinched the hair rope with his fingers and pursed his plump lips. "For example, I am a person who holds grudges."

Liu Cheng joked, "Then I shouldn't have offended you, right?"

"If you refuse to help me press my waist next time, it will offend me."

"I won't refuse. You are Jeanbal's sister, which means you are my sister. It's nothing to ask for a favor."

Hearing Liu Cheng's words, Clemenceau stood on the cushion, spread his legs to the sides, and when he was halfway down, he turned back and said to Liu Cheng: "Hold my waist and press down slowly."

"Ah."

Of course Liu Cheng would not be scared. He walked forward and held Clemenceau's slender waist. He could clearly feel her body tremble. No matter how scheming she was, the body's reaction would not lie.

"You're not going to have a leg cramp, are you?"

"Don't worry, just do your best. I can't blame you. Jeanbal will support me anyway."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

[Clemenceau, let's see when you can show your true colors.]

[Interesting, very interesting, Liu Cheng, to what extent can you influence the situation? ]

Chapter 122: The Clash of Two Time Management Masters

Liu Cheng and Clemenceau met again in the yard in front of the villa.

Liu Cheng was wearing only a towel around his upper body and a pair of floral swimming trunks on his lower body. He was testing the temperature of the sea water below at the edge of the stairs. It turned out that although it was spring, the temperature of the Mediterranean Sea had not yet recovered.

It's not as suitable for swimming as the heated swimming pool on the roof.

Clemenceau was wearing a casual white bat shirt. She waved to the little white flag that was basking in the sun at the edge of the yard. The cute ragdoll cat immediately came over and was held in the arms of the Iris Girl. The cat enjoyed the pleasure of being touched on the head by her slender hand while stepping on its breast.

Both of them seemed to be very relaxed.

However, the fact is that Liu Cheng was just studying in which functional area of ​​the mind cube the so-called emotional module of Gascogne was, and Clemenceau had just suppressed the urge to laugh while discussing with Marco Polo how to seize power internally. They even changed their clothes halfway. After all, dark clothes made them look more stable in front of Marco Polo, and white symbolized innocence in front of Liu Cheng, the legendary veteran in the world of flowers.

Clemenceau spoke first, as if talking to herself: "It's better to be a cat, without worries every day, don't you think, Xiaobai?"

"It can't speak." Liu Cheng corrected, "Because it's called Xiaobaiqi, not Xiaobai."

Clemenceau scratched the little white flag's belly and put it down. She held her chin with one hand, looked at Liu Cheng's exposed muscle lines and said, "Jean Bart didn't punish you. Could it be that my sister has changed her temper?"

"I told you, it's no use telling tales, I'm the head of the family."

"Yes, she even tolerated your ridicule of our Iris. She has lost her original pride." Clemenceau sighed and said, "A sister who is married is like spilled water. Her elbows are bent outwards."

Liu Cheng put his legs in the sea water, adjusted to the slightly cool temperature, and said, "I remember someone said yesterday that Jean Bart is the sister she admires."

Clemenceau smiled and did not respond, but asked: "Then the head of your family, is it the small family of you and Jean Bart, or the big family of you and so many lovers?"

"What about my small family? What about everyone? I am the head of the family anyway."

"What a domineering statement! My brother-in-law has great ambitions."

"Where there is a will, there is a way. As long as you work hard, even you can do it." Liu Cheng pulled open the towel, revealing his eight-pack abs. It seemed that he had not exercised much recently, and his abs had shrunk a little. He said to Clemenceau seriously, "You are also a Richelieu-class battleship, and you can dominate the world."

“Really?” Clemenceau said, as if he really believed it.

"Not true. I said the same thing about Dunkirk."

After saying that, Liu Cheng dived into the sea. In an instant, his whole body was wrapped by the cool sea water. His brain was stimulated by the temperature, and many of his thoughts seemed to become clearer.

Then Liu Cheng heard another splash sound. In his surprised eyes, Clemenceau also jumped into the sea without using any power from his ship. His snow-white bat shirt was soaked and stuck tightly to his snow-white skin, like a mermaid with wings spread.

Clemenceau swam to Liu Cheng and hugged his waist from behind. His wet hair stuck to the man's body. His plump lips mixed with water vapor whispered in Liu Cheng's ear: "Brother-in-law, why don't you elope with me?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Liu Cheng quickly broke free from Clemenceau's arms, but still accidentally touched some of her perky parts.

"Good response. If you hesitate for even a second, I will report you to Jean Bart."

Clemenceau blinked at Liu Cheng in the water. She had realized what her greatest asset was now that she was in a disadvantageous situation.

Liu Cheng also realized that he, who was so popular among women, was actually teased by someone, because he had to consider that Clemenceau was Jean Bart's sister, but Clemenceau actually didn't care whether teasing his brother-in-law was a bad behavior.

[Liu Cheng, the head of the family, haha, you really have big plans. ]

[Clemenceau, you really are not as devoted to Jean Bart as you seem to be, so what kind of storm can you stir up? ]

In the afternoon, in the game room.

It's so vicious but I dare not say anything. Clemenceau is such a grown-up, but he actually snatches games from a child. How shameless! Although sleeping is very comfortable, I also want to play games with big brother Liu Cheng!

Thinking of this, Evil was too lazy to be angry anymore, so he just lay down next to Liu Cheng and decided to just be a salted fish.

Liu Cheng couldn't help but look at Clemenceau, and had to sigh that Iris was indeed a fashion powerhouse. Clemenceau was certainly a beautiful woman, but there were many beautiful women among the ship girls. However, her extremely fashionable and attractive outfit could highlight her charm even more. The black denim shorts revealed her snow-white thighs, and the high-necked sweater on the upper body tightly wrapped her delicate body, outlining her exquisite curves. There was a unique charm between revealing and covering.

"Clemenceau, if you continue like this, I will report you to Jean Bart."

Clemenceau smiled faintly: "Why?"

"The sister-in-law seduces her brother-in-law with bad intentions."

"I am just testing you for my sister," said Clemenceau. "If your brother-in-law is a gentleman, why should you be afraid of the test?"

Liu Cheng didn't buy it: "It's the same question again, which sister are you talking about?"

"Which sister do you think it is?" Clemenceau smiled brightly. "Or you are obviously Jean Bart's lover, why do you always have to entangle between my two sisters?"

"Of course it's because I wanted to divert your attention...Okay, your character is dead, Vicious, it's your turn."

"it is good!"

Clemenceau looked at the suddenly spirited Vicious and took the handle from her hand. The Iris Lady blinked and couldn't help but

I can't help but sigh that I have such a well-matched opponent.