Su Zhinian thought as he tore open the outer seal 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 bent down to pick up the card very casually, he casually threw the outer envelope of the express delivery aside.

The design of the outer cover of the card is exquisite and gorgeous, the "invitation" of the black calligraphy, the red peach heart, and the gilded double happiness word, which is romantic and festive.

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

Who is going to do a happy event in the Song family?

Su Zhinian's movement of wiping his hair suddenly stopped, he stared at the word "Xi" for a long time with a faint face, and then flickered his eyelids twice unhurriedly, threw the towel on the bedside table on the side, and ripped off the red rope.

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

Song Qingchun in the photo, leaning against a wall full of flowers, smiling lightly, Qin Yinan supported her ear with one hand, grabbed her hand with the other, and stared at her with his head slightly lowered.

The corners of Su Zhinian's lips pursed a little unnaturally, and then his gaze moved down as if he were still water.

"Submit, I hereby set up a wedding ceremony for the little girl Song Qingchun on January 9, 2017 in the Gregorian calendar and December 12, 2016 in the lunar calendar.

"Setting: Beijing World Hotel."

"Time: Twenty o'clock at noon."

Below, there are eight words of the special effects design of the wedding card: "Holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son".

On the wedding card, it was just a few dozen words, and Su Zhinian looked back and forth more than a dozen times without blinking, before finally fixing his eyes on the words "Song Qingchun held a wedding ceremony".

Song Qingchun held a wedding ceremony, held a wedding ceremony, a wedding ceremony, a marriage ceremony, and a ......

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

Su Zhinian felt like he had walked into a dream, he subconsciously stretched out his hand and pinched his arm, until the sharp pain penetrated into his heart, he woke up, he was not dreaming, Song Qingchun was really going to get married......

There was obvious panic floating in Su Zhinian's eyes, and he was so helpless that he forgot to let go of the force that was pinching his arm.

He stood dumbfounded beside the bed, like a statue, holding the wedding card, not moving.

The quiet afternoon sun outside the window slowly slanted westward, slowly falling, until nightfall, there were bursts of bells from the church not far away, Su Zhinian rolled his eyes and pulled his eyes away from the wedding card.

He glanced out the window a little blankly, stared at the light not far away for a moment, then nodded sluggishly, and said to himself silently in his heart, it's dark, it's time for dinner.

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

He didn't look any different from usual, he walked into the dining room calmly, slowly opened the refrigerator, took eggs and tomatoes, and a pack of noodles from it, and went into the kitchen.

He finished cutting the tomatoes before he realized that the tomatoes had not been washed.