MTL - The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor - Chapter 415 Easy brother is getting married

During the summer vacation, sixteen nieces came to Luo Feng’s house to play together, but they couldn’t go back when the city was closed.

He silently calculated that the 16 nieces had to eat 16 catties of rice, 8 catties of meat and 20 eggs a day.

Total other consumption, need 3000 yuan per day.

Just when he was trembling, Uncle Shenhao’s system descended!

Just pet your niece to get rewards!

Explode the street with my niece, reward: an extended version of Rolls Royce.

Take your niece to the supermarket, reward: 30 million supermarket coupons.

Take your niece to eat out, reward: 100% shares in Dihao Hotel.

Teach my niece to write, reward: a house in the school district.

Book a movie theater for my niece, reward: shares in Yida Company!

Hold a luxurious birthday party for your niece, reward: the design drawing of the world’s strongest aircraft carrier!

With this system, I take my 16 nieces everywhere to eat, drink and have fun every day.

Accidentally, he became the richest man in the world…

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Rihannan Alessin, a queen rotting in prison.

Despaired and without hope, she drank poison and died. But… unbeknownst to her, the deity gave her a second chance at life. She was twelve again. And this time, she would live life differently.

Six years later, she chooses to become Arundell’s queen…

“If you’re asking me to step down from the marriage proposal, I can’t.”

“Marry me and let us divorce after a year.”

And this time, the time limit of their marriage would last a year.

A husband she knew who was different than before… she tried not to love him again, but each time, her heart kept shaking.

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