"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.,For the past two years, he has tormented me relentlessly! Every time I'm in bed, he deliberately calls out Han Ru's name!,"Ouch!" Han Qiao cried out in pain, her entire body contorting.。