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.",On the chest, embroidered with a barely noticeable line of white thread: my heart will go on.,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."。