"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.,"I'm Han Qiao, not Han Ru!" Han Qiao had a hysterical outburst for the first time, trembling with anger.,This is the child, having nothing to do with anyone! No matter what, they must be born and raised well…。