The corner of the man's mouth smiled like honey: "My name is Gu Zixu, what is your name?" ”

"Don't worry." Carefree pouted, and said that you want to marry me, so don't you investigate who I am?!

Zixu frowned slightly when he heard this.

Surname Ren? Could it be that the wife is a member of the royal family?

Well, businessmen are the most taboo about politics, and the royal family is undoubtedly the core of political power. Normally, he is reluctant to get involved.

But what if she was a member of the royal family?

Zixu's lips pursed into a straight line slightly, looking at the girl's eyes, the indescribable emotion in her heart became even stronger.

If she is, he wants her too.

Perhaps, this is the difference in love!

Not because of the difference in status and class, not because of the estrangement between identity and the past, the impulse and love to be together are so intense.

Just like then, she won, and he strode away, not because he was unhappy about losing, but because he sensed the strangeness in his heart and wanted to try to suppress it.

However, not only did it not succeed, but the desire to tie it up and go home became stronger.

Of course, you can't tie it up if you want to.

It's not that Young Master Ben can't be beaten, but he is reluctant to fight, and would rather be beaten.

Well, I just don't know if her hand hurts.

"Does your hand hurt?" Zixu suddenly took the girl's hand, his eyes shining.

"What?" Carefree was a little confused, not understanding this sudden gentleness.

"Did your hand hurt when you hit me just now?" He asked.

"Uh...... "This brain isn't broken, is it?! How can a person who hits someone hurt?! It's only cool, isn't it?!

Well, it's been a long time since I've practiced messing with sandbags!

Sanssouci just wanted to say that it didn't hurt, but someone slammed the door open.

"Excuse me, are you Ms. Ren Wuwu? There are a lot of reporters out there, and they seem to be looking for you. The blonde waiter said.

"Yes, what's the matter?" Worry-free asked.

"It seems that the king has died, and the will states that you will inherit the throne, and now, you are the queen of this country." The waiter's face was blank, as if he was talking about an inconsequential matter.

Worry-free frowned slightly, she just came to find a phoenix tendon, why did she fall into the plot?

It's tiring to be a queen! Not only does she have to deal with state affairs, but she also has to keep pretending to be cold at all times, she doesn't really want to be it!

Suddenly, an electronic sound remembered: "Ding! The Queen's online face slapping mission has been launched, and the live broadcast is about to start, please be prepared, five, four, three...... The live stream is on, please keep it in good condition. 】

Worry-free tugged at the corners of his mouth, this is not to take it, but you have to take it, right?! Hehe, is it okay for her to quit the live broadcast now? She was about to exit the interface when she heard a passage.

[No, host, if you forcibly close it, you will be banned by the platform, not only will you be kicked out of this world immediately, but you will also ......] The electronic voice explained seriously.

"I took it." When Worry-Free heard "kick out of this world", he immediately responded.

This ghost live broadcast system, as soon as it was launched, a line of titles was immediately typed on the screen.

[The most unruly heir in history, counterattacking the queen and beating her stepmother. ] 】

I'm going, what kind of hatred and hatred, I actually want to hang and beat my stepmother?! No, she just won billions, where did she fall?

Wait, this hanging shouldn't be a hanging in the real sense, right?!

This year's live broadcast is really a title party! Can't you have a little moral awareness?

This live broadcast has significantly doubled the number of fans compared to the last time, yes, seven or eight people, and finally become more than a dozen.

Worry-free sighed, forget it, I'll become a queen anyway, so I don't care about the number of fans!