President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

The [-] million yuan was handed over to Mrs. Sui Rong without blinking an eyelid.

It doesn't matter, Madam Sui Rong will give it to Bo Sibai anyway.

After going around in circles, the money is still in Mrs. Bo's hands.

But Mrs. Sui Rong is different.

She transferred [-] million yuan from the company, and if she didn't pay it, it was embezzlement of public funds!

Song Runian finished her task, put away her official seal, and was about to return to Mu Garden.

Madam Sui Rong stopped her again.

"Come with me to the bridal shop." Mrs. Sui Rong said, "Bring back the wedding dress and shoes that you will wear tomorrow."

tomorrow?

Song Runian was stunned for a moment, "If I remember correctly, my wedding with Si Han will be next week, right?"

"It was originally next week, but the company has a lot of things to deal with next week, so it's better to do it earlier, so I can have more time to deal with company affairs." Mrs. Sui Rong said.

Song Runian: "..."

Her marriage to Si Han is just a formality, how much time can be wasted?

This is obviously Madam Sui Rong's excuse.

As for what Madam Sui Rong wanted to do, Song Runian wanted to ask.

As a result, in the next moment, he saw the rich red envelope in Mrs. Sui Rong's Hermes bag.

And on the red envelope, congratulations were written.

A hundred years of good marriage, early birth of a precious son or something.

Song Runian understood in an instant.

She just said, well done, why did she suddenly have to bring forward her wedding with Sihan.

It turned out that Mrs. Sui Rong couldn't afford the money, so she planned to make money from the wedding.

Also, although the vast majority of people in Xizhou dislike Madam Sui Rong and Si Han, in the upper class circles, it is still necessary to pretend to be face-saving.

Especially this kind of human relationship, absolutely must not be less.

Everyone felt disgusted and had to come to give money to Mrs. Sui Rong.

Song Runian roughly estimated that after the wedding, Mrs. Sui Rong should be able to receive a gift money of about 3000 million.

As for cost?

Hehe, all of this was prepared by Bo Sibai for her back then, Madam Sui Rong didn't spend any money at all, okay?

It is equivalent to earning 3000 million in vain.

With such a good deal, at this juncture, Mrs. Sui Rong naturally couldn't bear to let it go.

After understanding this point, Song Runian calmly nodded in agreement.

The two went to the bridal shop and took away the wedding dress and shoes to be worn tomorrow.

On the way back, Song Runian's cell phone rang.

It was Qin Su who called.

Ever since Qin Su found out that Gu Jiangfeng was a duck, this was the first time she had turned on the phone and called herself.

With excitement, Song Runian quickly pressed the connect button.

Although the hands-free was not turned on, Qin Su's voice was so loud that it could echo in the car through the microphone.

"Damn, Nian Nian, what the hell is going on, I received an electronic invitation, and you are going to marry Si Han tomorrow?"

The deafening sound forced Song Runian to hold the phone farther away.

When Qin Su calmed down, she spoke again, "Mrs. Sui Rong and I just got our wedding dress home. The time is the same as the invitation you saw. I'm getting married tomorrow."

Being reminded so quietly, Qin Su not only did not hold back, but her tone became even more arrogant, "That old woman is here too? Come, come, give her the phone!"

"Stop making trouble." Knowing her fiery temper, Song Runian immediately prepared to hang up the phone.

Qin Su said, "If you don't give it to her, I'll call her directly. Anyway, I have her phone number."