Fu Lingxiao had been waiting on the altar for a long time. Seeing them gradually approach, he strode forward to greet them.,From the moment she entered to now, Mu Xing has always been calm. Only when the man said that sentence did she suddenly feel a sharp pang of sympathy.,Fu Lingxiao pinched her slender waist, gently pressing her onto the bed. He leaned in close to her tender, rosy lips and didn't rush to kiss her. His voice was low and hoarse as he said, "Mrs. Fu, happy wedding."。