My Previous Fraternal Twins

Her little nephew is Dong Yazhen's last chance to turn over. She can't miss this opportunity.

"Driver, can you drive faster? I'm in a hurry?" Dong Yazhen looked up at the driver and said with a bad attitude.

The driver said, "sister, it takes time no matter how fast it is. You can see that there are speed limits on this road. I can't go anywhere soon."

Dong Yazhen said in some displeasure, "you are a driver. If you are told to drive faster, you can drive faster. Where do you come from? If you delay my affairs, can you afford it?"

The driver was also a little unhappy. He retorted while driving: "elder sister, you said that. If the traffic police issued a ticket, would you help me pay it?"

"Isn't it just a broken ticket? I'll pay it." Dong Yazhen retorted unwilling to show weakness.

"Elder sister, here, the Mohists dare not confront the traffic police, especially me as a driver. If you think I'm too slow, or I'll put you down and find someone else to pull you home." the driver said displeased.

Dong Yazhen was also angry, and her face was blue. She scolded, "it's really bad luck. It's no good going anywhere today."

Then, she scolded: "put the feeling aside for me. I want to get off."

"Well, you can get off." the driver's brother is not a vegetarian.

As he spoke, he heard the car aside.

Dong Yazhen got out of the car angrily.

The driver then said, "Hey, you haven't paid yet."

When the driver said so, everyone looked directly at Dong Yazhen.

Her face was a little red. Then she asked unhappily, "how much is it?"

"Fifty," the driver said directly.

"What? You want me to be fifty at such a distance?" Dong Yazhen asked in a slightly high tone.

"Elder sister, you can see clearly that I'm a private luxury car with a starting price of 50." the driver said angrily.

Dong Yazhen stood by the car and looked. It was a very ordinary business car. It was far worse than those cars she had sat in before.

But because everyone stared at her strangely, Dong Yazhen had to take out 100 yuan from her bag and throw it directly into the car.

Unhappy way: "a broken car also dare to say a luxury car. I don't know where your courage comes from."

The driver was not angry, but smiled: "sister, although this car is not luxurious enough, it is enough to enrich my life, so it is my baby."

The driver then drove away directly.

Dong Yazhen stood where she was and looked at the car leaving far away, but she couldn't help laughing at herself.

Why should she look down on others now? She can't even afford hundreds of thousands of cars, let alone others.

After self mockery, Dong Yazhen waved to the taxi on one side and then stopped a very ordinary bus.

"Where are you going, madam?" asked the driver.

Dong Yazhen softened her tone and said, "go to the Mohist school."

"You mean the Mohist school on East Street?" the driver asked carefully.

At the same time, he also looked at Dong Yazhen through the car mirror.

Dong Yazhen felt strange and asked, "yes, what's the problem?"

"Oh, no problem, madam. I just don't know if you were going to any party in the past?" the driver asked with a smile.

Dong Yazhen didn't ask much, but then said, "yes, how do you know?"