Chapter 653 My Invitation Is Your Wedding Invitation (3)

While Su Zhinian was thinking, he tore off the outer envelope from the corner, and then a red card slid out lightly and slowly landed on the pile of documents on the bed.

When Su Zhinian casually bent over to pick up the card, he threw the outer envelope of the express delivery aside.

The outer cover of the card has an exquisite and gorgeous design, with the "invitation" on a black copybook, red hearts, and gilded Double Happiness characters, which is romantic and festive.

It turned out that Song Menghua sent him an invitation, and it was also an invitation for a wedding...

Who in the Song family is having a happy event?

Su Zhinian's action of wiping his hair suddenly stopped. He stared at the word "囍" with a pale expression for a long time, then he casually blinked his eyelids twice and threw the towel aside. On the bedside table, the red rope was pulled open.

When he opened the card, the first thing he saw was a photo of Song Qingchun and Qin Yinan.

In the photo, Song Qingchun was leaning against a wall full of flowers, with her eyes lowered and smiling. Qin Yinan held one hand by her ear and held her hand with the other, staring at her with his head slightly lowered.

The corners of Su Zhinian's lips pursed slightly unnaturally, and then his eyes moved downwards as calmly as water.

"Submitted, I would like to schedule a wedding ceremony for my daughter Song Qingchun on January 9, 2017, and December 12, 2016 on the lunar calendar. We are preparing a wedding banquet. We sincerely invite Su Zhinian to come and invite you."

"Setting: Beijing Grand Hotel."

"Time: twelve o'clock noon."

Below, there are eight words from the special effects design of the wedding invitation: "Hold your hand and grow old together with your son."

There were only a few dozen words on the wedding invitation. Su Zhinian looked back and forth a dozen times without blinking before finally settling on the words "Song Qingchun holds a wedding ceremony." .

Song Qingchun held a wedding ceremony, held a wedding ceremony, a wedding ceremony, got married...

It wasn't until the word "marriage" was the only word left in Su Zhinian's vision that his brain slowly realized, oh, it turned out that the invitation sent to him by Song Menghua was Song Qingchun's wedding invitation. ah……

Su Zhinian felt as if he had walked into a dream. He subconsciously reached out and pinched his arm. He didn't wake up until sharp pain penetrated into his heart. He was not dreaming. Song Qingchun is really getting married...

There was obvious panic in Su Zhinian's eyes. He was so helpless that he forgot to loosen the grip on his arm.

He stood beside the bed blankly, like a statue, holding the wedding invitation, motionless.

The quiet afternoon sunshine outside the window slowly slanted to the west and set slowly. It was not until night fell and bells rang from the church not far away that Su Zhinian rolled his eyes and looked away from the wedding invitation.

He glanced out the window in confusion, staring at the lights not far away for a moment, and then nodded slowly, silently saying to himself in his heart, it was getting dark, it was time for him to have dinner.

Su Zhinian put down the wedding invitation, turned around calmly, and went downstairs.

He looked no different from usual. He walked into the restaurant calmly, opened the refrigerator slowly, took eggs, tomatoes, and a pack of noodles, and went into the kitchen.

After he finished cutting the tomatoes, he realized that the tomatoes were not washed.