Chapter 652 My Invitation Is Your Wedding Invitation (2)

The invitations were filled out by four batches of people.

Song Qingchun, Qin Yinan, Song Menghua, Qin's father and Qin's mother.

There was still a month and a half before the wedding, but after Song Menghua wrote the invitations, he couldn't wait to share the joy with the people he invited, so he asked Uncle Zhang to express all the invitations he filled out as soon as possible.

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Su Zhinian was on a business trip.

After staying in the United States for nearly a week, I flew back to Beijing.

Su Zhinian was on a business trip alone. Cheng Qingcong knew his itinerary and came to the airport to pick him up in advance.

When he came, he also brought a batch of emergency documents in case he went home to rest, so that he could be sent back to his villa.

I don’t know what happened today, but the road from the airport back to the city was severely blocked.

Su Zhinian was really tired after the long flight, but he had no desire to rest at all. His brain was active and excited, so when the car stopped and stopped, Su Zhinian simply picked up the bag Cheng Qingcong brought. Those documents were flipped through and signed.

After about an hour, the road became clear. Su Zhinian put down the document, rubbed his eyes that were aching from staring at the document for a long time, then leaned on the back of the car, closed his eyes and rested.

When the car was about to reach the second ring road, Cheng Qingcong asked aloud: "Mr. Su, are you going back to the company or home?"

After a fifteen-hour flight and no shower for fifteen hours, Su Zhinian, who was suffering from mysophobia, almost blurted out without any pause when he heard these words: "Home."

Because it was still early and the road conditions in the city were particularly good, we soon arrived at Yonghui Garden. When the car turned into the gate of the community, the security guard suddenly stretched out his hand and waved the car to stop.

Cheng Qingcong closed the car window, and the security guard immediately ran forward and asked, "Is Mr. Su in the car?"

Cheng Qingcong nodded, and before he asked what was wrong, the security guard ran back to the duty room, took out an SF Express envelope, and then handed it through the car window: "This is Mr. Su's express delivery. It's already here." It’s been there for several days.”

"Thank you." Cheng Qingcong took it and thanked him with a smile.

The security guard was a young man. When he saw Cheng Qingcong's smile, his face turned slightly red. Then he stepped back and pressed the remote control to open the door.

The car started again. Before the car drove into the villa where Su Zhinian lived, Cheng Qingcong turned around and handed the express delivery to Su Zhinian: "Mr. Su, express delivery."

Su Zhinian gave a soft "hmm", reached out his hand to take it without much care, and then casually put it into a pile of documents beside him.

The car passed through the rushing villas and stopped steadily at the door of Su Zhinian's villa.

He got out of the car without waiting for the driver to open the door, then he randomly sorted the documents on the back seat, held them in his arms, and entered the house.

Su Zhinian threw the documents on the bed in the bedroom, unbuttoned his clothes, and entered the bathroom.

After taking a hot bath, Su Zhinian's fatigue was dissipated a lot. He found a pair of comfortable home clothes and put them on. He took a towel and walked out of the dressing room while wiping his dripping hair.

When he passed by the bed, he seemed to remember something and picked up the express delivery given by the security guard.

When he saw the sender's name, he frowned slightly.

Song Menghua...why did he suddenly send him a courier?

Su Zhinian was thinking as he tore off the outer cover from the corner, and then a red card slid out from the inside.