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Outside the banquet hall of K. Wah Hotel, guests are entering one after another.

Almost all of the Ruan family members gathered outside the banquet hall to wait for the guests, except for Ruan Mengmeng and Li Junyu.

Seeing Ruan Mengmeng, who was sitting at the main table, bowing her head and talking and laughing with Li Junyu, Mrs. Ruan said unhappily: "The whole family has arrived, but Ruan Mengmeng's dead girl can't come." Today is Xiaoyu's 100-day banquet, and she is so unconcerned...... Since he was not happy to come, why drag Jun Yu to sit with her. ”

Old Madam Ruan meant that she wanted Yue Junyu to come out and stand.

In this way, she can introduce to other guests that this is the big boss of Yuyao Technology, a high-tech talent with a high profile, and he is particularly rich.

Mrs. Ruan loves face the most, if only she could pull a handsome and rich young man like Yue Junyu to show off to others.

Ruan Zhaotian frowned when he heard Mrs. Ruan's words: "Mom, you can stop today, Xiaoyu's 100-day banquet, even if you don't take into account the other guests, you will ...... for Xiaoyu Is it okay to accumulate virtue for Xiaoyu? ”

A 'dead girl', listening to Ruan Zhaotian's ears is really unbearable.

But the old lady is, and he can't say anything serious yet.

Sure enough, as soon as Ruan Zhaotian finished speaking, Old Lady Ruan wanted to jump to her feet.

Fortunately, Ruan Xueqin on the side persuaded her when she saw this, and Mrs. Ruan thought that this was Ruan Mingyu's 100-day banquet after all, and she could only endure it for the sake of her little grandson.

"Forget it, I won't mention that damn ...... today That girl. Whatever she wants! ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden commotion in the direction of the hall not far away.

I saw a middle-aged man with more than 30 black-clothed bodyguards walking from the side of the hall from a distance, and it was vaguely visible that they were carrying something in pairs and twos.

Basket? Wreath?

Suddenly, Qin Fang's mother, Cao Meifeng, was like a convulsion, and suddenly trembled and hid behind Qin Fang.

Those fears that were dominated by wreaths at the last birthday banquet suddenly came to mind.

"Mom, what's wrong with you...... Don't ...... like this" Qin Fang's shoulders were grabbed by Cao Meifeng, she stepped on seven-inch high heels, and it was not easy to stand firmly.

was dragged by Cao Meifeng like this, and almost fell down.

Fortunately, Qin Gang supported her at a critical moment.

"Mom, what are you doing, let Xiaofang go." Seeing this, Qin Gang hurriedly helped Qin Fang up, and went to loosen Cao Meifeng's hand.

Cao Meifeng trembled like a sieve: "Yes...... It's a wreath...... It's those people, those people who are sending wreaths again......"

The big wreaths in my memory, hanging with the big wreaths of 'The deceased are gone, but the living are strong', made Cao Meifeng lose face in front of her old neighbors.

Now, every time she passes by a wreath shop on the side of the road, she can't help but swing.

"In-laws, you can see clearly...... That's not a wreath, that's a basket of flowers! When Mrs. Ruan heard Cao Meifeng's words, she frowned unhappily.

Today is their Xiaoyu's 100-day banquet, and they have nothing to mention wreaths.

This Cao Meifeng is also really, she is still Xiaoyu's grandmother, why is she so ignorant.

Mrs. Ruan only saw the faults of others, but she didn't expect that when she took a bite of 'dead girl' just now, she didn't mention the same unlucky word.

"Okay, okay, you all have to say a few words." Ruan Zhaotian was really helpless, he used to feel a harmonious family, and he didn't know when it started, which made him feel tired and noisy.

Even if you have a 100-day banquet, you can make trouble anywhere.

He didn't bother to pay attention to the others, and walked towards the man who was leading dozens of big men and carrying large flower baskets.

Such a big battle must be an important guest.

Sure enough—

When the middle-aged man approached, he immediately explained his intention: "Hello Mr. Ruan, I was sent by Li Ershao. These flower baskets were sent by Li Ershao to me. It can be regarded as a small heart for Mr. Ruan and your daughter. ”

[8 is over, see you tomorrow night~ I received a notice, no accident 3.3 day update, I want to start saving the manuscript ~]

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