The invitation was divided into four groups.

Song Qingchun, south of Qin, Song Menghua, Qin father Qin mother.

It's still a month and a half before the wedding, but Song Menghua couldn't wait to share this joy with the people he invited after he wrote the invitation, so he let Uncle Zhang express all the invitations he filled out.

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Su Zhinian made a trip.

After spending almost a week in the United States, he flew back to Beijing.

Su Zhinian was on a business trip. Cheng Qingcong knew his schedule and picked him up at the airport in advance.

When he came, he also brought a batch of emergency documents in case he would return to his villa if he went home to rest.

I don’t know what’s going on today. The road from the airport to the city is badly blocked.

Su Zhinian, who was flying a long distance, was really tired, but he didn't want to rest at all. His brain was active and hyperactive, so when the car stopped and stopped, Su Zhinian picked up Cheng Qingshang. Those documents, read and signed.

After about an hour, the road became clear. Su Zhinian put the document down and rubbed it for a long time, staring at the document with some painful eyes. Then he leaned on the back of the car and closed his eyes to relax.

When the car was about to drive on the Second Ring Road, Cheng Qingcong asked aloud: "Zong Su, back to the company, or home?"

After flying for fifteen hours and not taking a bath for fifteen hours, Su Zhinian, who was clean and addicted, almost blurted out when she heard this sentence: "Home."

Because it was still early, the road conditions in the city were exceptionally good, and soon arrived at the Yonghui Garden. When the car headed into the entrance of the community, the security guard suddenly reached out and greeted the car to stop.

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

Cheng Qingcong nodded, and before asking what happened, the security guard ran back to the duty room, took an SF Express envelope from it, and walked out the window: "This is Mr. Su's express. It's been a few days."

"Thank you." Cheng Qingcong took over, thanking with a smile.

The security guard was a young guy. When he saw Cheng Qingliu's smile, he blushed slightly, then backed away, pressing the remote control and opening the door.

The car started again, and Cheng Qingcong didn't wait for the car to drive into Su Zhinian's villa, then turned around and handed the courier to Su Zhinian: "General Su, express."

Su Zhinian gave a "huh" lightly, and took out his hand without too much care, and then took it over, and then he casually entered the pile of documents beside him.

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

He didn't wait for the driver to come down to the car door, he got out of the car himself, and then sorted the documents on the rear seat indiscriminately, hugged him in his arms, and entered the house.

Su Zhinian threw the document on the bed in the bedroom, and unbuttoned his clothes while entering the bathroom.

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

As he passed by the bed, he picked up the courier from the security guard as if he remembered something.

He frowned slightly when he saw the name of the sender.

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

Su Zhinian thought while tearing the outer seal from the corner, and then there was a red card that slipped lightly from the inside.