"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.,He was as ruthless as ever, as if he had never felt pain. Or perhaps, he just enjoyed seeing others in pain!,This time, I didn't cry and beg him like usual, just silently stared at the ceiling with tears streaming down my face!。