"I'm going to give Ruoruo a perfect wedding, so you have to leave!" Ye Beichen leaned against the sofa, languid and cold. Wu Jin was as cold as stone sculpture, his face again indifferent.,"These past two years, every time we've been intimate, you've called out Han Ruo's name. Oh~ You make me feel like the worst person in the world. I can't take it anymore!",This is the child, having nothing to do with anyone! No matter what, they must be born and raised well…。