Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Su Zhinian thought while tearing the outer cover from the corners, and then there was a red card, which slipped lightly and fell slowly on the pile of documents on the bed.

When Su Zhinian stooped casually to pick up the card, he smoothly threw the outer envelope of the express to the side.

The outer cover design of the card is exquisite and gorgeous, the "invitation card" of the black copybook, the red heart, and the double happiness of bronzing are romantic and festive.

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

Who is going to do a happy event?

Su Zhinian's movement of wiping her hair stopped suddenly. He stared at the word "囍" lightly for a while, before he blinked his eyelids twice and threw the towel aside. On the bedside table, the red rope was pulled away.

After opening the card, the first thing I saw was a photo of Song Qingchun and South Qin.

Song Qingchun in the photo leaned against a wall full of flowers and smiled, Yin Qin put her hand in her ear, held her hand in one hand, and stared at her slightly with her head down.

Su Zhinian's lips twitched slightly unnaturally, and then her gaze moved quietly.

"The submission is scheduled to be held on January 9, 2017 on the Gregorian calendar, and December 12, 2016 on the lunar calendar. The wedding ceremony will be held for the young girl Song Qingchun, and the wedding banquet will be prepared. Please invite Su Zhinian to visit and invite."

"Seat: Beijing Hotel."

"Time: Twelve noon."

Below, there are eight words for the design of wedding invitation special effects: "Hold the hand of the son, grow old with the child".

On the wedding invitation, but simply dozens of words, Su Zhinian looked back and forth for more than a dozen times without blinking his eyes, and finally fixed his sight on the words "Song Qingchun held the wedding ceremony" .

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

It wasn't until Su Zhinian's vision left only the word "marry" that his brain slowly reacted. Oh, it turned out that the invitation sent to him by Song Menghua was a wedding invitation for Song Qingchun what……

Su Zhinian felt like he had walked into a dream. He reached out his hand subconsciously and pinched his arm until he was awake when the sharp pain penetrated into his heart. He was not dreaming. Song Qingchun is really getting married...

Su Zhinian's eyes had obvious confusion floating, and he was so confused that he forgot to let go of his arms.

He stood blankly by the bed, like a statue, holding the wedding post without moving.

The afternoon sun outside the window was quiet, slowly sloping west, and slowly fell until the night came, and the church not far from the bells, Su Zhinian turned his eyes and pulled his eyes away from the wedding post.

He glanced blankly out the window, staring at the lights not far away for a moment, then nodded dully, and said to himself silently in his heart, it was dark, he should have dinner.

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

He didn't seem to make any difference as usual. He walked into the dining room at a leisurely pace, slowly opened the refrigerator, took eggs and tomatoes from it, and got a bag of noodles, then went into the kitchen.

After he cut the tomatoes, he didn't wash them.