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Song Yan went back home at the end of April, and closed the door with his father to discuss the "Chuanghui crime" that has been raging recently. After all, Chuanghui is a part of Bright Star Entertainment, and now it is getting desperate. Whether to buy it back or let it go, Song Yan came back this time just to ask his father's opinion.

"What do you think?" Mr. Song picked up his teacup, "I'm old, and my ideas are not so extreme. I can't compare with you young people."

"I know, otherwise you wouldn't have forgiven Zheng Dong and the others, and even held a reconciliation banquet." Song Yan sat with his legs crossed and sneered, "But they don't appreciate it, and they still want to play tricks on us, causing such a thing , Now squatting at a young age is all self-inflicted."

During this period of time in the detention center, Zheng Dong suffered from rheumatism, his joints were swollen and painful, and he requested release on bail several times.But how could Song Yan let him come out so easily, he should have suffered so much, Zheng Dong kept complaining, the formalities had not been completed, so he could only ask the lawyer to bring some ointment in.

Mr. Song held the teacup in both hands, and he never thought that it would end like this.He and Zheng Dong have known each other for most of their lives. Back then, they used to exchange glasses and drink together, but unfortunately, people's hearts were not enough. After Zheng Dong's rebellion, Brilliant Star Entertainment has become a thorn in his side. He always deliberately wants to bring down his old club. Let Chuanghui have the opportunity to take the lead in the inner entertainment industry.

Lao Song is always not so generous. When he is old, peace is the most important thing, so he puts down peace and sobers up.On the surface, they lived in peace for several years, but Zheng Dong still used those dirty methods behind the scenes. It was not so lucky to run into Song Yan's hands this time, and he was destined to be cleaned up cleanly.

"That's all, it's up to you how you want to deal with it. The company is in your hands. It's best to believe that you know what to do."

Song Yan smiled: "What I'm waiting for is your words, I'm afraid that you will always have opinions if you are too heartless."

Mr. Song knew his son well. He must have made a decision long ago, and he knew in his heart that it would be different from his father's wishes. When he came back this time, he said it was a discussion, but in fact he was just to inform him that he was going to end Chuanghui.Chuanghui has been in Zheng Dong's hands for so many years, and he has to rectify it after it is taken back. He is too lazy to waste that time and energy on such a place.

The father and son came out of the study before dinner and went downstairs to have dinner together.Sun Meiru has stopped posting diamond paintings recently, but has become obsessed with making beads.Diamond paintings are in the past tense. At that time, only two of the stacks of pictures bought by the fighting spirit were pasted. After losing interest, they were all put in the bottom of the cabinet.

It is rare for the Song family to be present in full order today, and Song Li is also at home. Song Yan has not seen his younger brother for many years, seeing him sitting at the table as if he had been reincarnated from starvation, grabbing the bowl and throwing away the vegetables and rice desperately Put it in your mouth and pat his head: "Eat slowly, don't choke to death."

Song Li nodded hastily, swallowed the food in his mouth, and called "Brother".Song Yan saw him in casual clothes, and asked him where he was going to play after eating in such a hurry, and asked friends to gamble?

"I wish I had this much free time." Song Li sighed, going to the club tonight, the main purpose of going home today is to get clothes, and eating is just incidental.

Sun Meiru felt sorry for her youngest son, and helped him serve a bowl of soup: "Ah Li is working hard now, he hasn't been home for a week, the food is not good, and he has lost a lot of weight."

Song Li has been very busy recently. Their team participated in the First Division League for the first time this year, and their results were not satisfactory. They were ranked at the bottom of the entire First Division echelon, but at least they were not so miserable.The spring split has missed the playoffs, but the summer split still has to be ready to go. Therefore, during this period of time, the players have undergone devilish training, and the contact matches are arranged one after another. He, the boss, is also working hard together. Live in the company, hard work comparable to model workers.

"The teacher who took you to do business has reported to me, saying that you have made great progress and will soon be able to be on your own." Song Yan stroked his younger brother's hair, "Although the team's performance is not very good, you are making progress anyway. A good result. Our family doesn’t point to your club making money, so don’t work too hard, just do your best.”

Song Li smiled wryly. If he wants to earn money, he must be able to earn it. The e-sports club invested heavily in the early stage, and it was losing money every month when it first started. Song Li didn't dare to look at the monthly report for expenses, and even if he sold himself, he wouldn't be able to make up for the fraction of the loss.

Sun Meiru reassured the youngest son that as long as he likes it in his heart and does it seriously, it is enough to watch him grow.The current Song Li is much more promising than the previous two years, and Sun Meiru is relieved that the youngest son has finally grown up, and the mother doesn't have to worry about him.

Song Li drank the last sip of soup, put down the bowl and wiped his mouth: "Brother, I'm leaving soon, I don't know when I will see you next time, have you and Ting Ting's wedding date been fixed?"

"The specific date has not been determined yet," Song Yan looked at Sun Meiru and asked with a smile, "Mom, what day do you think is good?" "

I don't think any day is bad.Sun Meiru put down the spoon, with a proud expression: "I don't have any good ideas, I plan to look through the almanac, and let the master count the day. You...have you ordered the wedding ring and dress?"

The wedding ring Song Yan has already decided, and it will definitely be completed within two months.I haven't had time to measure the dress yet, mainly because I've been too busy recently, and Wen Yunting didn't mention it, probably never thought of the wedding in June at all.

Sun Meiru rested her chin, looking hesitant to speak, and finally sighed and waved her hands: "Let's order the dress as soon as possible, before it's too late. I'll ask the master to calculate the date, and you should list the guests you want to invite first, and make a list." Give me."

"Well, okay, I'm sorry to trouble you." Seeing that her mother seemed to have something to say, Song Yan asked, "Mom, if you have anything to say, just say it, you've already become a family, what else can't you say? "

What he said is reasonable, they have become a family, so there is nothing to say.It's useless to say, how far can he and Ting Ting be away.

Sun Meiru frowned and complained: "It has nothing to do with acting like a baby, it's all about his mother! When I think of marrying her and staying with her for decades, my heart... I feel so angry that my chest hurts."

Song Yan listened attentively, what happened again?Anyway, it must be a trivial matter, let him see how boring the struggle of menopausal women is.

Sun Meiru got angry when she mentioned it. She had been doing diamond painting all the time, but Li Dai posted a pair of beaded curtains in the group that day. .I haven't mastered the diamond painting yet, and I'm starting to learn new things again, and I'm too busy every day.

"..." Song Yan was at a loss, "Mom, you can just post your diamond painting, why do you want to follow me to learn other things? Is it mandatory in the group?"

Sun Meiru replied confidently: "Of course not! You men don't understand at all, this is the strategy for getting along with women! Although the superficial relationship is good, but after they learn how to make beads, I can't. I will definitely lose my competitiveness! It was still led by my coquettish mother, how could I lose to her?!"

Song Yangong cupped his hands, very convinced. Sure enough, every time I chat with my mother now, I feel like opening the door to a new world.He turned his head and looked at his father with pity in his eyes: "Dad, you have been working hard recently, right?"

Mr. Song nodded heavily. The struggle between two women is the suffering of a husband.Li Dai refused to teach Sun Meiru the skills of making beading, so Mr. Song could only contact Wen Liang and ask him to "steal the teacher" quietly, and take a video and send it over.For the harmony between the in-laws, the two men also put in a certain amount of effort and energy.

After the matter was finalized, Song Yan left the old house after dinner, and went to pick up his daughter-in-law who was socializing at the restaurant along the way home.Passing by the night market, Wen Yunting asked to stop, and went down to buy a small octopus ball, but the portion was too big, and he felt uncomfortable after eating too much, so he was reduced to carrying it back to Song Yan after getting off the car.

The evening wind at the end of April has already brought the taste of summer, Song Yan remembered that the last time he carried Wen Yunting on his back when he was walking under this kind of night sky or on an uninhabited island, he asked: "Tingting, when will you go on vacation next time?" ?”

Wen Yunting lay on his shoulders, unable to think: "We have to wait for the annual vacation... It's best to find a long vacation, which can be combined with the annual vacation, so that we can have more fun."

Song Yan said with a smile: "Then go in June, and we can play together for half a month."

"So long?" Wen Yunting was confused, "Is there any long holiday in June? The Dragon Boat Festival is only for three days."

"Wedding leave."

Wen Yunting blushed, said "Oh" and stopped talking.Getting the certificate is the right to get the certificate, but Wen Yunting is still incapable of imagining the wedding ceremony, and always feels that the distance is still far away.

"It's time to get ready. They've urged me to go back this time." As expected of an actor, Song Yan didn't blink his eyes when he talked about nonsense.

Wen Yunting didn't believe it, it must be Song Yan who mentioned it, and the Song family's parents had to make preparations.For example, Sun Meiru, he can imagine the expression of his future mother-in-law, and said proudly with his chin raised, "You are so clingy, you can't wait to marry into our Song family."

After arriving home, Wen Yunting's stomach was still not healed, so Song Yan found some stomach medicine, poured some water, and handed it to him together.

Wen Yunting took the medicine and lay on Song Yan's leg as a pillow.Song Yan held his hand, with his thumb twitching the engagement ring on his ring finger.The wedding ring he ordered from the designer can be sampled in two days, and then he can choose it for Wen Yunting and let him choose the style he likes.

"Are you afraid of getting married?" Wen Yunting asked softly.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Song Yan lowered his head and stroked his cheek, "Are you afraid?"

"……fine."

Song Yan observed his expression and knew it in his heart: "You are just scared and nervous?"

Wen Yunting couldn't tell, he didn't feel that he had a premarital phobia, if he really had this kind of mentality, he wouldn't be so calm to get the certificate with Song Yan.

The main reason is to mention the wedding. On the one hand, it is unfamiliar, and on the other hand... He got up and looked at Song Yan: "How do you write the invitation? The two of us." He pointed to Song Yan, and then pointed to himself, "What do you call it? "

Song Yan was stunned: "Just... the groom and the groom?" Otherwise, how else could I write?

Wen Yunting seemed relieved, and patted him on the shoulder: "Very good, just write it like this."

Song Yan had already guessed the reason when he rolled his eyes, hugged him in his arms, and asked in a low voice: "Ting Ting, are you afraid that you will marry me for fear of being misunderstood by others?"

Being debunked, Wen Yunting glared at him: "It was not I who married you, but you who married me!"

Song Yan laughed loudly, put his arms around him and coaxed him, treat him as if he was married, as long as the wife is happy!

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Sun Meiru looked through the almanac, and also went to the master to calculate the date, and finally set it on the sixth day of the sixth month of the lunar calendar, and June 6th of the solar calendar. It is a suitable day for marriage, and it is an even-numbered day, which is very auspicious.

Wen Yunting spared no time to sort out the guests to be invited for the wedding. There were not many people on his side, there were very few relatives in the family, and there were not many parents combined.Friends and colleagues can be settled at one table, plus colleagues and friends on the parents’ side, and their respective families, all can be settled within 10 tables.

The Song family was unusual, Song Yan listed the guests their family wanted to invite, and handed them to Wen Yunting for review.Holding the list as long as three pages of A4 paper, Wen Yunting was stunned: "...how many tables will be held?"

Song Yan casually said that there would be about 80-100 tables, but the Song family alone had more than 30 tables, including men, women, children, and distant relatives.Not to mention that there are several big families in the upper class, business partners, and friends with connections from all walks of life. This is only a conservative estimate, and everything depends on how many invitations are sent out.

"..." Although Wen Yunting knew that Song Yan had a lot of guests, he didn't expect there to be so many. 100 tables?How big is that venue?Is it comparable to their Pole Star Annual Meeting?

He took the list and read it carefully. Sure enough, the Song family had already written a page of A4 paper. No wonder they were called the largest famous family in Shanghai. Ding Xingwang, endless life.

"I asked Shen Zhehang. The hotel is going to be located in Shuiyan Jiangnan. Their family has a relationship with the Lin family, so it's easy to arrange."

Indeed, there are not many hotels with such a large hall that can accept a wedding banquet of this size. Wen Yunting's first thought was Shuiyan Jiangnan, and he planned to ask the boss after work tomorrow morning, but he had already contacted her in advance. .

The hotel and the date are all set, and the invitations must be prepared and sent out as soon as possible to give others enough time to arrange the schedule.Handwritten invitations must be the most solemn for such a great event, but Wen Yunting was frightened by the list of banquets and pushed this matter to Song Yan.Just kidding, hundreds of invitations have to be handwritten.

Song Yan doesn't have the patience either. The key is that his writing is so flamboyant that others can't understand it even if he wants to write it.Just leave this matter to my mother and let her figure out a way. After finishing writing, just send over the invitations they should send.

At the same time, there are still wedding photos to be taken, dresses to be made to order, and a series of things such as wedding celebrations, wedding candies, and wedding banquet menus to be finalized.Although Sun Meiru took care of most of the work, many things still required the couple to do their own work.Both Wen Yunting and Song Yan are the leaders of the company, they are busy with work, and they have to squeeze time to deal with matters related to marriage, so they suddenly feel dizzy.

After ordering a dress in the afternoon, Wen Yunting collapsed on the bed, annoyed: "I can't do it."

Song Yan was answering Sun Meiru's call, asking him to determine the wedding car, what to use as the lead car, what to use as the auxiliary car, how many cars you want, and what color.Song Yan rubbed his forehead: "Mom, I'm also getting married for the first time. You don't have any experience. You can figure it out."

"What experience can I have when two Alphas get married?!" Sun Meiru has been too busy recently, full of anger, "Back then your father used eight sedan chairs to welcome me in, so do you want to sit in a sedan chair?! "

"..." Song Yan sat by the bed, pushed Wen Yunting's arm, "Tingting, what do you want to use for the wedding car?"

"What kind of wedding car..." Wen Yunting buried his head in the pillow, "Why do you need an engagement car... forget about walking..."

Song Yan didn't have any good ideas, so he said casually, "Let's use the Rolls Royce at home for the first car", and then scolded Sun Meiru again.How can you use a black car on a big day? What’s so good about Rolls-Royce?

Song Yan had a headache: "Then...that white Porsche?"

Sun Meiru thought it was too stingy again, and scolded her son: "Look at you, you have all your money to buy wine, why don't you go to see more cars? Xuexue Yixiao, the kid at home, the garage at home is like a car show, and you don't have to worry about what to use when you get married , Forget it, I'll think about it myself, it's useless to find you."

When the phone was hung up, Song Yan was stunned for a few seconds. She didn't know what the purpose of her mother's call was. Anyway, it was her decision. What's the difference between asking him or not?

Wen Yunting fell on the bed and had already breathed evenly. Song Yan helped him change his clothes, Wen Yunting mumbled dazedly while covering his neckline: "This is the only one...I really don't want to choose..."

Song Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, bowed his head and kissed his forehead, there was nothing he could do about it, who would marry him just once in his life?

The invitation was sent back a few days later, and Sun Meiru asked the wedding company to write it. The style of the invitation was low-key and elegant, and the handwriting inside was neat and beautiful, as if printed.

Wen Yunting picked up one and nodded: "It's really well written, it's better than my handwriting...huh?"

He picked up another one and flipped it over, his face changed, Song Yan asked: "What's wrong?"

"...how did you tell your mother?"

Song Yan was at a loss, what else could he say, "Mom, help me find someone to write the invitation", what's the problem?

Wen Yunting patted the invitation card in his hand on Song Yan's face: "Take a good look for yourself!"

Song Yan was puzzled, and looked down at the invitation: "What's wrong? The groom Song Yan, the bride Wen Yunting... the bride?!"

He randomly picked a few invitations from the pile, and they were all printed like this. It wasn't a typo, but there was something wrong with the template of the invitations, and "Bride" was printed throughout, without exception.

"..." Song Yan raised his hands with a strong desire to survive, "I swear, this is definitely not what I meant, it was a misunderstanding."

Wen Yunting angrily ignored him, Song Yan hurriedly called her mother, and Sun Meiru was also at a loss: "I did it all for the wedding company, the invitations were also provided by them, and the flowers printed on them are quite pretty..."

She picked up one at random, looked carefully, and found that it was printed with "Bride", and exclaimed: "Ouch! I wouldn't have noticed if you didn't tell me, these two words are printed so small, I really can't see it unless I look carefully." !"

Song Yan sighed, how could he hear a surge of joy?She just wants Tingting to marry in as a daughter-in-law, right?definitely.

Song Yan asked her to help rewrite a batch, and Sun Meiru agreed to rework, but only the part in hand.Because a batch has already been sent out, not many, a hundred or so, the wives and wives around me have already given a copy, and the relatives at home have almost given out.

Wen Yunting went upstairs angrily, on purpose, it must be on purpose, this is a deliberate attempt by her future mother-in-law to make things difficult for her!

Let Song Yan marry this marriage by himself!

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