Mr. Ye, Don't Even Think About Keeping Me with Me

"Mr. Ye, madam wants to climb the wall." "Call and buy a ladder." "Mr. Ye, madam is going to a concert." "Very good, the concert will be reserved." "Mr. Ye, my wife had an affair with a man and was photographed." "Fake." "Way, daddy? I heard that mommy is going to run with the ball. It's my sister." Mr. Ye, who was calm as the mountain collapsed in front of him, rushed to the airport with his little bun in his arms. Facing Fu Xueyue, whose belly was slightly bulging, he pursed his lips and frowned: "Be good, don't make trouble."