Chapter 652: My Invitation Is Your Wedding Card (2)

The invitation was filled out in four batches.

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

There is still a month and a half before the wedding, but after Song Menghua wrote the invitation, 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. -

Su Zhinian made a business trip.

I spent almost a week in the United States before flying back to Beijing.

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

When he came, he also brought a batch of urgent documents, in case he went home to rest, and sent back to his villa.

I don't know what happened today, the road back to the city from the airport was very congested.

Su Zhinian, who had a long-distance flight, was really tired, but he didn't have the slightest idea of resting, his brain was active and excited, so when the car stopped and didn't move, Su Zhinian simply picked up the documents brought by Cheng Qinglian, flipped through them and signed them.

After about an hour, the road became clear, Su Zhinian put down the document, rubbed his eyes that had been staring at the document for a long time, and had some pain, and then leaned on the back of the car, closed his eyes and recuperated.

When the car was about to drive onto the second ring road, Cheng Qingliang asked loudly: "Mr. Su, go back to the company, or home?" ”

After fifteen hours of flying and fifteen hours without taking a bath, Su Zhinian, who was sick with cleanliness, blurted out almost without any pause when he heard this: "Home." ”

Because it was still early, the road conditions in the city were exceptionally good, and soon arrived at Yonghui Garden, when the front of the car turned into the door of the community, the security guard suddenly stretched out his hand and beckoned the car to stop.

Cheng Qinglian fell out of the car window, and the security guard immediately ran forward and asked, "Is Mr. Su in the car?" ”

Cheng Qingliang nodded, and before he could ask what was wrong, the security guard ran back to the duty room, took an SF Express envelope from it and walked out, and then handed it into the car window: "This is Mr. Su's express, and it has been here for several days." ”

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

The security guard was a young man, his face flushed slightly when he saw Cheng Qinglian's smile, and then he stepped back, pressed the remote control, and opened the door.

The car started again, and Cheng Qinglian didn't wait for the car to drive into the villa where Su Zhinian lived, so he turned around and handed the courier to Su Zhinian: "Mr. Su, express delivery." ”

Su Zhinian let out a light "um", stretched out his hand and took it without being too distracted, and then casually put it into a pile of documents on the side.

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

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

Su Zhinian threw the document on the bed in the bedroom, and went into the bathroom while unbuttoning his clothes.

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

As he passed by the bedside, as if he remembered something, he scooped up the delivery given by the security guard.

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

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

Su Zhinian thought as he tore open the outer seal from the corner, and then a red card slipped out of the inside.

PS: Wrote 9000 words today! For the sake of code words, I struggle until late at night every day, not to mention nightlife, not even sex, for my poor sake, the next page gives me more monthly passes, comfort and comfort, okay?