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Fu Lingxiao smiled slightly, raised his hand and gestured. The makeup artist immediately brought over a jewelry box and walked quickly over.,The box was opened, and a beam of light swept across it.,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."。