"Jiaojiao, auntie doesn't want sugar, you see something for auntie. After the gift money, Shu smiled and teased Ruan Jiaojiao.

Ruan Jiaojiao immediately beckoned with a good taste, and after Shu Wei put her face up, she immediately sent two big kisses, and Zhao Li looked at it behind her, and immediately ran up: "Jiaojiao, hurry, godmother, make up for it." ”

Ruan Jiaojiao smiled and kissed Zhao Li twice, and the three of them made a mess.

The last to come to the gift money was the Yuan family, Mrs. Yuan came, her four sons also came, and Yuan Xiaodong and his grandfather were also there, and each household was two hundred.

After a banquet was held, Ruan Jiaguang received almost 20,000 yuan in gift money.

If there was anyone who stared at the Ruan family secretly before, and had some jealousy and wanted to make it bad, then now there is only envy and taboo left, because the bigger the gap, the more this gap cannot be crossed, and jealousy can only become envy, even if you want to make it bad, you don't dare.

Ruan Jiaojiao has the habit of taking a nap at noon, and after helping to distribute the candy, she is already very sleepy, because the downstairs is still too noisy and there are too many people, Ruan Jiaojiao can only go upstairs in a daze, wanting to go to her room and sleep with Xiaobai in her arms.

She was walking on the handrail, she was too sleepy, her brain was a little chaotic, and she kept rubbing her eyes with her hands, she didn't pay attention to the surrounding situation at all, she only felt that someone next to her seemed to be arguing, and the voice was louder and louder, and the noise made her already dizzy head buzz even more.

When she caught a glimpse of an emerald green glass bottle out of the corner of her eye and smashed it at the edge of the third staircase in front of her, she couldn't dodge it at all, so she could only subconsciously raise her hand to block it in front of her eyes.

"Bang".

The glass bottle shattered, accompanied by her screams.

Fragments flew everywhere, one of them slicing across her arm in front of her, and she felt a pain in her hand, and when she opened her eyes again, she was already covered in her arms.

"You're looking for death!" Ruan Jie, Ruan Chi, and Lu Jin happened to come down from upstairs and saw this scene when they just walked around the corner.

Ruan Jie and Ruan Chi's faces changed greatly, they almost flew down, both of them were tall, and they jumped out directly by holding on to the railing, and kicked the guy who smashed the bottle, directly kicking the other party under the table.

"Don't be afraid. Lu Jin hugged Ruan Jiaojiao, held her head in her arms with one hand, and held her arm scratched by a glass bottle with the other, looking at a red scratch on her white and tender little wrist, blood flowing, only to feel particularly dazzling, wishing that this injury was on her body.

"Oh my God, what are you doing, you want to die!" The mother of the kicked guy screamed, anxiously helping her son, who was kicked under the table and couldn't get up for a long time: "You kicked my son, will you pay for it......?"

"I can afford to kick my Ruan family to death!" Ruan Jie said fiercely, a fifteen-year-old young man, who originally looked very much like Ruan Jianguo, is now fierce, and he is even more imposing, so scared that the young man's mother didn't dare to say anything for a long time.

The young man's mother thought of the gift money that the Ruan family had just received, and knew that the Ruan family was now an object that could not be provoked, and she didn't dare to say anything, so she only pursed her lips and muttered something in a low voice, helping her delirious son, who had been drinking, to get out from under the table.

Ruan Jianguo and Shu Jie, who were seeing off guests at the door, also rushed over when they heard the sound.

Especially Shu Jie, seeing the small pool of blood in front of Ruan Jiaojiao, and the peace rope that fell inside and was just cut by glass shards, her right eyelid began to jump non-stop.

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