Wen Luo was very satisfied with the effect, and did not forget to throw away a charming look that was fascinating and raised his hand to say hello: "Hi!"

Xiao Qing and Ruoshui laughed at the same time and nodded in response. When the other one showed up, they couldn't help but sigh again, their eyes were red. Is today the day of their luck?

God either doesn't give them extra meals, and this addition is to put abalone ginseng and wings on the table.

Wen Luo is indeed handsome, tall and thin, has fair skin, clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but does not show any femininity.

Peach blossom eyes are smiling, extremely gentle and charming, black T-shirt, jacket, slim-fitting thin windbreaker, jeans, short boots, a little black hair is tied behind the head, fixed with a black gem clip.

From the back, who could have thought that this would be a male?

The one behind is not bad either. Generally speaking, it is as tall as 1.88 meters, and it is strong but not strong.

But the dressing is not very particular. The upper body is only a short-sleeved white T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T

But they seemed to be more focused on the left arm of the handsome short-haired guy... because something completely affected his overall image.

One, two, three, four..., tsk tsk tsk, I can't count them. If they guessed correctly, it was a silver bracelet, right?

In order to make people see the quantity above, the small silver bracelets are sticking together one by one, just like wearing a long silver tube and putting it on your wrist.

It all went from the wrist to the elbow, and I guess he couldn't even bend his arm.

Wen Luo followed their eyes and immediately realized that, so he deserved a beating and patted his good brother's "silver condom".

He didn't forget the purpose of his trip, so he was so happy that he was amused and commented: "Do you think his thing looks like a nouveau riche?"

Ruoshui coughed dryly and lowered her head awkwardly. It was more than just a nouveau riche. Is it impossible to understand at all?

Those silver bracelets are clearly individual, but they have to stick together side by side, for fear that they will slide down and pile up like others don’t know the quantity.

He doesn't care too much.

Zhuo Yuchuan didn't react much when he was misunderstood. He seemed to have been accustomed to it and thought that these people were ignorant.

I was too lazy to talk to them, so I put my hands on my hips and sat down on the sofa, picked up the magazine and read it leisurely, and handed over all the things that made women happy to Wen Luo.

"Not nor not!" Wen Luo shook his finger and explained playfully after attracting the beauty's gaze: "Yuchuan's arm cover is very knowledgeable. Let's put it this way, that is the dream of countless men!"

Xiao Qing shook her head and did not agree: "Ha, I don't think there is anything you want to yearn for when I have a piece of silver on her body." At the end, she showed a hint of contempt.

She knew they were from Li Ming, and she knew that they were rich, but no matter how rich they were, it was not such a way to show off. It was too low!

"Puff!" Ruoshui also raised his hand and covered his mouth with difficulty, obviously wanting to laugh but afraid of pulling the wound.

Wen Luo curled his lips with a smile, thinking that the effect was pretty good, Ning Ruoshui should be happy, right?

I originally wanted to ask her and Li Ming what was going on first, for example, why was he suddenly taken so seriously by that guy?

For example, have they become real couples?

Since she is interested in Yuchuan's arm condom, just keep working hard.

He grabbed the chair with his backhand and sat on the head of the bed, pretending to be mysterious and explained: "Do you know what his arm cover represents?"

Xiao Qing shook her head and was very happy: "I don't know, I'm willing to listen carefully!" No matter what it represents, it's a low and lacks taste!

"Have you ever heard of the Kecheng system?"

"I have heard that it is indeed what you men yearn for!" Xiao Qing shrugged and waited to see how he answered.

Wen Luo pointed to his left arm, then used his chin to signal them to look at the sofa: "Yes, as long as the men in Kecheng are capable, they can marry countless wives and concubines in their lives, but they also have a clear rule that men are not allowed to play with women's bodies at will."

"Once you have a real skin relationship, no matter what the woman is, whether it is a good woman or a brothel fireworks, you must marry her home as long as you have sex, otherwise you will be criticized by God!"

Ruoshui probably learned some tricks, but he was still not very clear: "So?"

"Due to this system, the ratio of men and women in Kecheng has been seriously unbalanced. The rich people have harems of 3,000, and it is difficult for ordinary classes to marry. So the government has proposed a plan. Regardless of their status, every time they marry, they will have to add a silver bracelet on their wrist."

"Take him as an example. There are 34 beautiful wives and concubines in the Jade Palace, and there are 34 bracelets on their arms. This is already the limit that an arm can bear. If one more is added, his hand will be half-crippled in this life!"

Thinking of this, I was quite gloating because not long ago, a woman tried to drug Yuchuan, hoping to live in the Yu Palace with justification and be prosperous and prosperous for a lifetime.

"Why are you disabled? Will your hands be cut off if you have more than thirty-five people?" Xiao Qing didn't understand.

Ruoshui opened her mouth and hurriedly looked at Zhuo Yuchuan Yin's shaking arm.

Thirty-four? I really can't tell that there are more than thirty "family families" behind this person. I haven't seen anyone marry so many on Liuyun Island, right?

Wen Luo frowned, as if he was looking at an idiot: "Tsk, think about it, his elbows are almost impossible to bend. If you add another one, how can you move freely?"

"I can't pick it up in my life. It's just like a robot. Isn't it so uncomfortable? So we, Yuchuan, aren't we afraid of anything now, just fearing that the newcomer from Yugong has been to the scene. He hasn't been outside for two years!"

Xiao Qing suddenly realized that he was such a disabled person. It was right. His elbows were shackled and he really couldn't bend them. He could only go straight forever.

When I looked at Zhuo Yuchuan again, I no longer had the desire to appreciate and was full of disdain. I had seen those who were flirtatious, but I had never seen such flirtatious.

He was not afraid of **** for more than thirty years.

"That is to say, he already had thirty-four wives two years ago?" This is what Ruoshui is most curious about.

That person is Zhuo Yuchuan. I guessed it long ago. It seems that he is only twenty-five years old?

After all, it’s not right to marry one a year at the age of eighteen, but two a year... it’s not right, five a year?

Will this be too fast?

If there is no silver bracelet restriction, how many people will cry for him until his death?

"That's right!" Wen Luo leaned back leisurely, crossed his legs, and looked at Ning Ruoshui. He looked carefully. It was actually not ugly. Such a small interesting thing could make you amuse yourself. I think the thoughts were also simple.

People like this are often the best to get along with, and all emotions are written on their faces. Unlike Li Ming, who has been pretending to be a wolf for a long time, sometimes they can't tell what he is thinking.

In love, it is not necessary to be a good match. Perhaps they can’t talk about the same topics together, but if some trivial interests and preferences in reality can be called complementary if they can agree with each other, knowledge, experience, etc.

If there is no consensus in life, then they will definitely not be able to make the final decision.

Li Ming would change his view of Ning Ruoshui, probably because of her simple thoughts.

Xiao Qing and Ruoshui looked at each other meaningfully, and then teased: "It's indeed very happy, so many little girls are with you every day..."

"Wrong!" Before Xiao Qing finished speaking, Wen Luo interrupted. He glanced at his good brother with a sympathy and began to be overjoyed: "Hey, Yuchuan, how old is your wet nurse now?"

"Hahaha, wet nurse? Do you mean he married his wet nurse?" Xiao Qing couldn't help it anymore and began to hilariously.

Ruoshui also wanted to laugh loudly, but every time she moved, the wound would hurt a little. Modern people are so funny that they have never heard of anyone marrying their own wet nurse.

Zhuo Yuchuan's face was as dark as paint. He took a deep breath and stared at Wen Luo coldly: "Are you bored or not? And is this matter that funny? You have been talking back and forth for more than ten years, and you are not annoyed!"

"Hahahaha..." Zhuo Yuchuan didn't say anything, but he made Xiao Qing so angry that he couldn't straighten his waist as soon as he opened his mouth.
Chapter completed!