The guests have all arrived, and the fifty rows of spectator seats are packed.,Fu Lingxiao's eyes burned with heat, and in a blink of an eye, tears welled up uncontrollably, shimmering like diamonds under the dim light.,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."。