Mu Xing gazed at the man whose expression was touched, and walked slowly to his face, "I didn't expect that my Mr. Fu would still be such an excellent designer.",Fu Lingxiao took out the crown and inserted it into Mu Xingpan's raised hair, putting a veil over her head. He bent his arm slightly and said softly: "Let's go, my most beautiful bride.",Mrs. Fu, the elderly matriarch, sat in the front row of the guest seats. Since yesterday when her grandson called and invited her to attend the wedding today, a smile had not left her face.。
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