The Queen Reborn: Your Highness, Please Bow Your Head

U.K.

In the luxurious residence, under the huge crystal chandelier, a man with extraordinary temperament sat silently, his straight spine showing a chill, and his sea-blue eyes coldly looked at the grand wedding broadcast live on the TV screen.

When he saw the happy and contented smile on the bride's face, his movements stopped, his eyes turned dark, and the hand holding the remote control suddenly exerted force. After a loud bang, the TV screen turned into pieces and fell apart.

Beigong had already smashed the remote control in his hand against the TV screen angrily. His pupils were red with anger, his face was a little pale, and his lips were trembling slightly.

"Beigong, you..." Sang Chenyou appeared at the door with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. He happened to see this scene, and a brief look of panic appeared on his delicate face.

He turned around and saw her, a face that was somewhat similar to the woman on the screen, and he felt inexplicably irritated, "What are you doing here?"

"How about a drink?" She gently shook the whiskey in her hand with a soft smile on her face.

Seeing that Beigong didn't refuse, a deep smile appeared on her face.

Ever since she found out that she was a girl, she felt that they were far apart. The days when they would hang out and drink together no longer existed. What surprised her most was that since returning to the UK, his temper had become very bad.

, he would lose his temper no matter who he was with, except her, Sang Chenyou.

She thought confidently that she was still special in his heart.

After a few drinks, Bei Gong's face had turned slightly red, his vision was a little blurry, and the Sang Chenyou in front of him didn't look very real.

Sang Chenyou's face was stained with deep ecstasy. With Beigong's drinking capacity, a few glasses of whiskey was not a problem. The reason why he started to lose consciousness was because she had mixed some ingredients into it.

As if she had thought of something shameful, her face was as red as fire, her heart was beating wildly, and her hands were clenched nervously.

He asked in confusion: "You...who are you?"

She smiled sweetly and was about to speak, but her smile immediately stiffened.

"Mu Yuluo?" He frowned slightly, had a splitting headache, and seemed to be hallucinating before his eyes, and asked uncertainly.

Sang Chenyou bit her lower lip hard, the smell of blood filled her mouth, and she smiled palely.

Ha...it's Mu Yuluo again.

She was briefly disappointed for a moment, then she thought about it and smiled brightly: "Yes, I am Mu Yuluo, do you believe it?"

When she was about to test Beigong's reaction, her lips were suddenly captured by him, and the smell of wine instantly filled her body, making her tremble.

The man she had been secretly in love with for a long time kissed her, and even though she was not sure whether he was sincere or not, she was so excited that she closed her eyes and responded awkwardly.

His hands nimbly penetrated into the skirt of her clothes, and the thin clothes fell off in response. Kisses like raindrops came overwhelmingly, falling on her exposed skin like a brand.

Her expression was tense and expectant. For her, Beigong's favor was her greatest luck. If she could become his woman, she would die without regrets.

He pressed her down on the sofa, her body was entangled, her clothes were messy, her movements were very green, she moaned a few times from time to time, and her nerves were tense.

The moment he stepped forward, her body seemed to be torn in half by him. She screamed in pain and clung to his chest, becoming one with him.

When she heard the name he called clearly, Yuluo...

Her tears burst out instantly, and her whole body was trembling. This night, which was of special significance to her, was like purgatory. Her heart was cut out by him one after another, and her spiritual world was now beyond recognition.

It turns out that in his mind, Mu Yuluo is not her substitute, she is Mu Yuluo's substitute...