Not to mention how high the market value of Su's company's shares is now, how much is the 30% of the shares he gave worth, and those few golden properties alone are worth tens of millions...... What did he inexplicably give her so much money for?

Song Qingchun looked at Su Zhinian again.

This time, Su Zhinian, in the face of her incomprehension, was not silent, but drank porridge with a calm face and said two words: "Dowry." ”

Trousseau...... Song Qingchun's expression froze instantly.

Su Zhinian said concisely, but Song Menghua gave her a detailed explanation: "The dowry should have been prepared for you by my father, but because of my age, I really couldn't worry about it, so I handed it over to Ah Nian, I didn't expect Ah Nian to give you the shares of his company and some real estate as a dowry......

In other words, her dowry was handled by Su Zhinian?

Song Qingchun lowered his head suddenly, any woman who marries, if she sees such a dowry, she will be overjoyed, right?

But these dowries, like thousands of knives, stabbed into her body fiercely.

She is getting married, and the man she loves is not her groom, and the man she loves does for her with his own hands......

Song Qingchun didn't know what kind of expression she was in at that time, holding a pen and signing her name on those documents one by one, she only knew that by the time she came back to her senses, she was already in the taxi to the company.

Song Qingchun was in a trance all morning, because of frequent distractions during the meeting, when he went to the pantry to make coffee in the morning, the hot water was poured on his hand, and he ordered his favorite takeout at noon, but after opening the box and eating a few bites, his stomach began to tumble, and he wanted to vomit.

Song Qingchun threw away the takeaway and lay on the desk to take a nap, but received a call from Qin Yinan, and then she suddenly remembered that on March 6, she and Qin Yinan were going to the store to try on toasting clothes.

The one who received her and Qin Yinan was a young and beautiful girl, and the little girl almost pulled out this year's new models and showed them them.

Song Qingchun absentmindedly looked at a dress, and then looked at another dress.

The little girl could roughly see that she was not very interested, and for the sake of performance, she changed her mind and wanted to make her happy: "Is the marriage of Mr. and Miss on March 14th, the day of White Day?" After the wedding, where are you going to spend your honeymoon? ”

Honeymoon ...... Although the parents of both sides mentioned it, Song Qingchun and Qin Yinan never considered this matter.

When Qin Yinan went to pick up Song Qingchun, he could see that she was depressed, although he was also worried about Cheng Qingqing in the past few days, but he still followed the little girl's question, opened his mouth, and tried to help Song Qingchun adjust his mood: "Song Song, where do you want to go?" ”

"Japan? United Kingdom? New Zealand? Rome? Or France? ”

With the place name proposed by Qin Yinan, Song Qingchun's careless action of choosing a dress stopped suddenly, and in her ears, she faintly remembered the night in Hainan, she held Su Zhinian's arm, walked on the beach, he and her hypothesized their future together, she said to him: "...... After we got married, we went on our honeymoon, I went to the Maldives, I went to Korea, I went to Germany, I went to France, I went to buy ......."