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Honolulu crossed his arms and snorted with disdain, "He's a playboy who has done so many excessive things. He only knows he needs to take responsibility now, and he's still making such a fuss. He doesn't understand what sincerity and romance are. We shouldn't pay attention to him."

"Yeah, the commander doesn't know what romance is."

Kahora still agreed with this point. She looked at her flat chest and her beautiful legs together, thinking that her thinking was so mature that she should be considered a girl. Did the commander realize this?

Bremerton, who had been typing on her phone for a long time, looked up at this moment, her pretty pink hair hanging down on her cheeks, and she said with a smile: "Do you think the commander will come to the cafe?"

Denver looked around. The cafe wasn't particularly crowded today. She said, "I don't think so. There are only Yorktown and St. Louis here, but they've already got the rings."

"That's not necessarily true. I bet the commander will come."

New Jersey lifted up her long black stockings and pursed her pink lips, looking full of confidence.

Denver is not really a tomboy, she knows everything, but she deliberately frowned and said: "There is someone else having an affair with the commander? Could it be... you, Honolulu?"

After Denver's words came out, feeling everyone's gaze, Honolulu suddenly panicked: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm not, I don't, I have no interest in that guy at all."

Denver said with a smile: "Just because you are not interested doesn't mean that the commander is not interested in you. I think the commander likes ship girls with good figures the most. Coincidentally, you have a great figure."

"I agree with that," Bremerton said. "According to the intelligence I gathered, the commander likes big breasts, big butts, and long legs. Honolulu, you have them all."

New Jersey is still waiting to reveal the answer, but now he plans to keep it a secret for now. After all, he has big breasts, big butt, and long legs, as well as the deep friendships he has made along the way.

Horrible sighed: "What a vulgar aesthetic."

"I guess all men are like this." Denver asked curiously, "By the way, Huo Lununu, when you get married, should we give you a red envelope? St. Louis is so rich, we shouldn't have to give it, right?"

Bremerton also said, "There will definitely be a wedding. Honolulu, who are you going to ask to be your bridesmaid?"

"Shut up!"

Honolulu slammed the table. She was about to show off her power, but it was of no use.

St. Louis smiled and said, "Of course.

I, your sister, will be the bridesmaid, and Helena can hold the hem of your wedding dress for you."

"St. Louis, I'll be angry if you tease me again!"

Without waiting for Honolulu to get angry, he ran into the coffee shop recklessly, shouting as he ran: "Report! The nineteenth ring is Jarvis."

The New Jersey guys looked at each other in bewilderment. Thinking of Jarvis's graceful appearance, which was well-developed but could only be called a girl, Denver couldn't help but sigh, "What a beast."

St. Louis disagreed, holding his smooth chin and said: "The commander is just more philanthropic."

His ears moved horribly, and he suddenly felt hopeful again.

Yorktown just smiled, she didn't care anymore, she had monopolized her dear's time for three years, and she was wondering how Enterprise felt about the commander.

Then everyone's curiosity was attracted by the two wedding ships, St. Louis and Yorktown, and they took the opportunity to ask questions that they were usually embarrassed to ask.

"Come to think of it, Commander, you have so many wedding ships, don't you know how to set up a battleground?"

"Do you usually go to his room, or does he go to your room?"

"The commander is just an ordinary human, right? Can your body bear it?"

Denver was just curious, and Bremerton, in addition to being curious, also wanted to gather intelligence for some troubled girls in his group.

White Eagle is very open, but Yorktown is still a little shy. After hearing that St. Louis actually gave some ambiguous answers, her pretty face flushed.

This went on until the evening, with news constantly coming in about Liu Cheng giving away rings. He really intended to give away all the rings in one day, a true Lord of the Rings.

However, after a certain point in time, there was no more news either online or offline, and Liu Chenglai was never seen in the coffee shop.

Bremerton stopped joking, Denver stopped laughing, the coffee in the horrible cup was stirred over and over again and had long been cold, Louis IX was helping Joan of Arc, and dozens of tables were wiped over and over again.

New Jersey stood up from his seat suddenly and drank the apple juice in one gulp.

"It turns out that being passive won't work. We must let him know what active charm is!"

New Jersey flicked his cape and strode out.

Chapter 78: Uproar

Not only in the cafe, but also in many places in the port area, the ship girls are paying attention to the same thing.

The ship girls of the Sakura Empire are basically in the bar with the ship girls of the Iron-Blooded Army. It’s not that the Red Axis is sticking together for warmth, but the two sides are allies after all, so they are relatively familiar with each other and have similar values.

Noshiro wanted to go back to her room a long time ago, but Sakuno kept looking at the ring on her hand with shining eyes. She was still in a daze. She thought she would not receive the ring. When she saw Liu Cheng kneeling in front of her, she was still thinking about dating, making lunch boxes, and eating together first. How could she talk about marriage if they hadn't done all these things? But she still put on the ring involuntarily and was kissed on the back of her hand by Liu Cheng.

Agano sat on the side, looking at Noshiro with a comforting look: "I knew that you and Liu Cheng had a special relationship. It turned out to be true. So, how far have you progressed?"

Noshiro's cold face was a little confused. Logically speaking, if she accepted the ring, she would be his wife, or at least his fiancée, right? Of course, they liked each other, but they hadn't even kissed yet. Should she date, make lunch boxes, and cultivate feelings as a girlfriend... or should she fulfill her responsibilities as a wife?

Looking at his sister who was sitting on a high swivel chair with her lips pursed in silence, with her long, slender legs tightly pressed together, Agano used the action of fixing Noshiro's hair to whisper in her ear: "Let me guess, you definitely held hands, and you also let him touch your thigh, so that means you kissed too, right? Or did you roll in the sheets? Even if you got the ring, you can't move forward so quickly. Without a wedding and a wedding dress, it can't be considered a formal marriage. And you're a girl, you should be reserved. Men often don't pay attention to girls who are too easy to get along with."

"Sister, what nonsense are you talking about..."

Noshiro's cold face was flushed, her eyes flickered, and she was embarrassed and flustered.

"You don't want to say it, so I can only guess."

"Then you can't just guess blindly like that." Facing Agano's somewhat sinister smile, Noshiro couldn't resist, so she turned her face slightly and whispered, "We haven't kissed yet..."

"unacceptable!"

"No way?"

Two voices sounded almost at the same time, the former was Agano's indignation, and the latter was Tosa's surprise.

"Based on my understanding of Liu Cheng, he likes you so much, it's impossible for him not to take action..."

Tosa lightly held his chin, and then his eyes swept across the slight bulge on Noshiro's chest. He seemed to understand something and said ambiguously: "It's okay, you also have your advantages. Maybe Liu Cheng was embarrassed to be too tough with you."

Noshiro tilted her head, not understanding what Tosa meant, but Agano understood a little bit and became even more indignant. He was so casual with his own sister, he must take responsibility!

Zuikaku was also filled with righteous indignation. She sat with her sister Shokaku and kept complaining about her nominal brother-in-law: "This is too much. What does Liu Cheng think of you, my sister? No betrothal gifts, no white wedding dress, no eight-carriage ceremony, no wedding gifts ...

Dajiao, you want to tie my good sister Xianghe to him like this, it's too much!"

However, Shokaku just looked at the ring on his hand, smiled happily and said, "What can I do? I just like him. I don't care that I have established a relationship with Akagi-senpai earlier. I am already very satisfied if he treats me the same as Akagi-senpai."

"Damn it, I should have used my sword when we were sparring..."

Before Zuikaku finished her angry words, she saw Shokaku's beautiful eyes narrowed: "Zuikaku, if you are rude to your brother-in-law, you won't be able to eat the tempura I make in the future."

"I was just kidding." Zuikaku listened to her sister the most. She whispered, "I can't beat my brother-in-law either..."

"It's not possible even if you beat them."

"Yes."

Zuikaku lowered his head, looking somewhat aggrieved.

Yunxian was thoughtful on the side. She knew nothing about marriages and funerals in the mortal world, but it seemed that with the ring, she could naturally learn about the principles of heaven, earth and human ethics with Liu Cheng. Didn't that seem great?

Not only in public places in the port area, but even at home one can learn about the situation through mobile phones. The photos and videos in the port area group are all clear. Everyone jokes that the commander is worthy of his noble title and has made a name for himself by kneeling down.

Chapayev put down his cell phone, put his arms around his sister Kuibyshev's waist from behind, and his plump breasts pressed against the back of his sister's head.

"Sister, it's a bit hot."

"Then let me tell you, how is the progress between you and the commander?" Sister Kuibyshev is extremely gentle to everyone, but as her elder sister, how could Chapayev not know her feelings? Sisters have a tacit understanding, so how could the younger sister not like the person the elder sister likes.

Kuibyshev smiled faintly: "There has been no progress, just a slight easing of tensions. The Sakura Empire still has not agreed to return to Azur Lane."

"Haha, don't play dumb, you know that's not what I'm asking."

Chapayev lifted Kuibyshev's bangs from behind and looked at her smooth forehead. In the past, the bandage here would never break. She said softly, "You finally know how to take care of yourself. I should thank the commander very much... But even Plymouth who went with us got the ring, but he didn't give it to you. I have to teach him a lesson."

Kuibyshev shook his head and said, "I just want to support the commander, or be by his side to warm his heart. I don't care about status or rings."

"You don't care, but I do." Chapayev said, "I heard that the commander hugged you and touched your breasts this time. The girl's innocence was ruined. He must take responsibility."

"How did you know?"

"Don't worry about that." Chapayev smiled, "I will help you train the commander."

"Don't mess around."

Kuibyshev grabbed her sister's hand, but she didn't actually refuse, because she knew Chapayev wouldn't do anything rash, and she also saw what her sister was thinking, and she also wanted to warm the young man.

Howe baked cookies with the help of the Prince of Wales and the monarch. Although she felt a little lost, the rings on her two sisters' hands further inspired her to pursue her own love.

New Jersey went to Liu Cheng's room, but only saw Charybdis who looked a little dazed. After seeing the rings on the hands of all the other maids, the little maid finally realized what that pitiful thick barrier was.

Am I not a maid recognized by the master? Then I must work even harder!

Hua Jia was in Zhen Hai's room, complaining that his sister had trusted the wrong person by actually falling in love with such a playboy.

Unicorn hid in the room alone, then mustered up the courage to go find Glory, hoping to learn more feminine techniques.

…………

In short, although it seemed that the problem was solved, it caused an uproar in the port area.

At this time, Liu Cheng was in Richelieu's room. After all, the problem of the wedding ring was temporarily solved, and what remained were the wedding dress and the wedding.

Chapter 79: The Bishop Understands People’s Hearts

Richelieu's room was no different from an ordinary single room except that there were some religious paintings on the wall. She also had two cute kittens, a ragdoll and a British shorthair. Archbishop Iris was a cat slave who paid a monthly fee of 6949③6135.

At this time, Liu Cheng was half lying on the sofa, teasing the short-legged rag doll Xiao Rang with his fingers, watching it constantly raise its front legs to fly, full of energy, while the other British shorthair Xiao Liu was very quiet, or a little timid, cowering in the corner, not daring to breathe.

The names of these two cats of course come from the most important person in Richelieu's heart. If she had three more cats, they would probably be named Little C, Little Gabriel and Little Xiang, all of which are her sisters' names.

Liu Cheng pointed at the English shorthair and said with some regret: "You inherited my name, but why didn't you inherit my spirit of moving forward courageously? You are really a disgrace to our Liu family."

"Commander, please don't make it difficult for him. Xiao Liu is a sterilized kitten, so of course he is not as energetic as you." Richelieu smiled, and glanced at Liu Cheng with his beautiful azalea eyes. "You can give out so many rings in one day. The commander is really powerful enough to make me feel proud."

Liu Cheng smiled awkwardly, cleared his throat and said, "Sister Li, you have been working too hard recently. You need to make sure you get some rest. If you stay up too late, you will get wrinkles, and then you won't be pretty anymore."

"Yes, then I will become a yellow-faced woman.

The commander can go find other women..."

Richelieu pretended to be self-pitying. Seeing Liu Cheng's embarrassing look, he laughed out loud, winked playfully and said, "I'm kidding, but it's a bit too much for the commander to come to see me only when he has something to do."

"I'm harassing you in the office even when I have nothing to do, right?"

Liu Cheng spoke confidently. Seeing Richelieu showing more and more of his relaxed and playful demeanor, he felt relieved and liked this upright and gentle bishop even more.

"You still have the nerve to say that."

Richelieu glanced at Liu Cheng charmingly, then placed his legs on his slender, straight and tight thighs. He rolled up his trouser legs and saw that his knees were blue. He gently stroked them with heartache, "Do you want me to apply some medicine for you? I don't have any... but Befa must have some. I'll go find her."

"No, just give me a touch, it won't count as an injury."

"You are really something. You kneeled down so many times and gave out all the rings at once." Richelieu's green fingers gently stroked Liu Cheng's knees and said, "You can take your time. Even if there is a sequence, everyone can understand."

Liu Cheng half-lying on the sofa, enjoying Richelieu's tenderness, said: "How should I put it, each has its own advantages and disadvantages. I have also thought about doing it one by one to be more solemn, but it may also make those who have not yet received the ring feel uneasy. Since there are unavoidable problems, I decided to do it. At least let everyone know that I will not use the so-called tacit understanding to escape, and I will bring happiness to everyone."

"We have always believed this. You will definitely bring us happiness." Richelieu pursed his lips and decided to say, "Then Commander, have you ever thought that in addition to us, there are many other ship girls who like you. They may not say anything on the surface for not receiving the ring this time, but they will be very disappointed in their hearts."

"I thought about it."

Richelieu simply said: "Louis IX has not had the time to express her feelings to you, but I know that she likes you."

Liu Cheng said jokingly, "I didn't expect you to be so perceptive, Sister Li. You are no longer the bishop who doesn't understand people's hearts."

Richelieu avoided Liu Cheng's knee and pinched his thigh. He looked at Liu Cheng intently with his beautiful eyes: "No kidding, I'm serious."

"Yes, I have noticed that a little bit."

Liu Cheng restrained his smile. Louis IX, the loyal and beautiful knight, had a slightly rigid personality. She always wore clothes that looked like a skirt and armor and silently guarded by his side. Once, she provoked her a little and made Louis IX change into a cheongsam and wear a simple head flower. She had a slender waist and long legs, and was so beautiful that she was stunning.

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Women dress up to please themselves. If it weren't for his lover, Louis IX would not have willingly put on gorgeous clothes.

In fact, it is not just Louis IX. Liu Cheng can also see that many ship girls actually like him, but there is only a layer of window paper that has not been broken.

"You have to eat one bite at a time and do one thing at a time. I owed you too much in the past, and now I have all kinds of problems to make up for it." Liu Cheng said firmly, "But you can't not do it just because you have concerns. It's hard to have a perfect solution in this world. You may feel sorry for them temporarily, so you can make up for it later. In short, you have to take action. There is no use in having too many concerns. Only action can make everyone happy."

"Yes, it's great that the Commander understands this."

Richelieu looked at Liu Cheng's determined expression, his beautiful eyes shining with a strange light. This was the person who gave him direction, the lover of the Iris flagship, who was always so charming.

"That's what I want to say, Richelieu, it's really great that you understand me."

As he spoke, Liu Cheng stretched out his hands to hold Richelieu's slender waist, and held her in his arms with a little force. This most beautiful flower of the iris had a slender figure, full of youthful vitality and elasticity. He stroked her golden hair, feeling the firmness that could be grasped in one hand, and then he held her earlobe in his mouth, and finally revealed his true intention: "Sister Li, can you help me host the wedding?"

"..."

In fact, Richelieu had already prepared himself mentally. Even if there were nuns in the fleet, who could preside over the wedding more solemnly than a cardinal?

"Well - if we're together I can..."