Wedding Invitation Letter

After leaving the hotel, Su Qinglian ran into Xiao Ling who was standing opposite of him.

If not for her farce and wedding, Xiao Ling would not have found his in such a short amount of time. At the moment, Xiao Ling was standing by the side of the road, happily waving at her.

In the coffee shop.

Su Qinglian took off his exquisite makeup and changed into his usual casual attire. He sat in the most secretive seat, his expression indifferent, without any emotions visible.

Most people would not be happy to have their wedding destroyed by others, but Xiao Ling did not find any of these on the woman's face. On the contrary … It was as if there was a sense of relief.

"What are you going to do next?" Return to the Lian City, or continue to stay in the Lan City? "

Xiao Ling ordered for a mocha and suggested in a low voice, "How about you follow me back to A City? At that place, I can at least have a place to stay.