Bao Xiaosong really changed to a new car, it should be the BMW i8 he said a few days ago, it is really not ordinary. It's really said that if you change a car, you will change a car, and if you change it, you will change to such a good car. Although the group is cold again, everyone has all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred in their hearts.

"The car is to be driven when it rains, and the weather is good, so it is better to bask in the sun to replenish calcium. ”

Zhao Jun, who had just joined the group, ordered several big bags from Song Qian one after another, and found that they were all one step late, so he scolded Bao Xiaosong.

"The road in Lingcheng Middle School is strictly controlled, and illegal parking is one hundred and fifteen!" Bao Xiaosong fought back angrily.

"Your boss has driven a car of two million, and he can't afford to pay the fine of one hundred and fifty?

Obviously, Zhao Jun didn't turn to the front and saw what Ge Tian said about the underground garage.

Originally, after Bao Xiaosong posted a photo of a luxury car, he wanted to suggest that it was best for everyone to travel low-carbon and take a bus or bicycle to a party, of course, the main reason was that his car had not been repaired. For this reason, he also asked his nephew, who is in his second year of junior high school, to borrow a bus card.

However, when Zhao Jun said this, he immediately put the bus card pinched in his hand back into his pocket, crackling and typing and retorted: "I just said that the i8 chassis is low, and it is not suitable to drive on rainy days, and the road of Lingcheng Middle School is still strictly controlled." So I decided to have the driver at home drive me. ”

This explanation was so that no one could refute it for a while.

However, Bao Xiaosong didn't get any better, after talking to Zhao Jun in the group, he quarreled with the car repair master again: "Didn't you say that it would be fine in three days? Why can't it be on the fourth day?"

"The weather is bad these days. ”

"Didn't you predict the weather when you promised me before?!"

“……”

"Where's your manager? I'm going to talk to your manager!"

Finding a manager can't change the fact that it can't be repaired in a short period of time. The mechanic sneered. However, he didn't want to further conflict, so he didn't talk any more.

Of course, Bao Xiaosong knows that the manager can't change this fact, but the manager can send a working hour ticket!

……

In the group, because of Bao Xiaosong's pretense and quarrel with Zhao Jun, basically everyone retreated and stopped talking. Fortunately, Song Qian looked up and found that the bus was coming, so he quickly put away his mobile phone.

The car stopped, the doors opened, and no one got out.

Song Qian glanced through the window, there were still a lot of people in the car, at least there should be no empty seats, to get on or not to get on?

After hesitating, the uncle on the left hand side walked up first, and then the little couple, the girl was hugged by the boy, and at the same time blocked the raindrops falling with his hands, and almost walked on the bus side by side.

If there is no one in the car, it is not easy to trigger and complete the task, so squeeze it.

Thinking like this, Song Qian raised his leg and was about to get into the car.

"Uh!" Song Qian snorted when his right hand hit someone.

"I'm sorry. The person who was hit quickly apologized and took a step back.

"I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention. Song Qian also hurriedly apologized, and looked behind him at the same time. What I bumped into just now was the person who had a dragon tattoo on his left arm and a scar on his face.

Gasp, fortunately it didn't mess with anyone.

The kind of shot on TV that is chased and cut with a watermelon knife just by touching it is still more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

However, in other words, this "on the road", although he doesn't look like a good person, his words and actions are very inconsistent with his appearance.

Well, he's still a literate scoundrel.

was no longer humble, Song Qian quickly got into the car. The tattooed man then got into the car.

"Wait a minute!

Just as the door was about to close, someone shouted loudly outside the car.

The door didn't close, and the driver stopped for a while more in a very humane way, until the man who was shouting and running got into the car.

It is a young man in a casual suit and carrying a bulging black crossbody bag.

"Di! old man card!" the rural uncle got into the car.

"Di! student card!" "Di! student card!" the little couple got into the car.

"Boom!Citizen Card!" Song Qian got into the car.

"Knock! knock!" the tattooed man threw two coins into the slot.

"Three-dollar. The bus driver reminded.

The tattooed man was a little embarrassed, but forced his composure and quickly took out another coin from his pocket and put it into the coin slot.

"Tick! Monthly card!" The man in the suit who arrived last got into the car.

There weren't a lot of people on the bus, but the seats were already full, and there were quite a few people standing in the aisle, but they weren't crowded. Song Qian then found a handrail near the entrance and stood up, looking out the window. Around him, a few people who had just come up were also piled up at the entrance.

"Please go as far inside as possible, hold on to the handrails, the car is about to start. The driver pressed the announcement, and the phrase was repeated three times.

Song Qian looked back, and indeed several people were blocked at the door, so he walked in first, standing in the middle of the car, but felt quite spacious.

Then the old man, the couple, the tattooed brother, and the man in the suit also walked to the back and spread out slightly.

The old man stood on the back of a seat, staring at a young man sitting in the position, the young man was still holding his mobile phone to play the glory of the king, and when he saw an old man standing next to him, he quickly put away his mobile phone and looked out the window, and finally simply closed his eyes to recuperate.

Now what is there to give up your seat to the old man, it's too, who is easier than whom? The old man and the old lady are so energetic that they can't even stand on their feet, so they don't go out at all.

Anyway, that's what the young man thinks, and naturally he has some reason.

The old man didn't plan that the young man would give him a seat, so he just looked, it was best to let go, and if he didn't let him, he would be fine standing, just two stops away.

Song Qian also did not comment on this. Although the old man already has an old man card, he does have a very tough body, on the contrary, the young man sitting in the seat is estimated to be more homely than himself, either playing all night or masturbating too much, and the opposite side is yellow and thin.

The little couple, in fact, the girl can also wear the upper handle, but she didn't, leaning on the boy's waist around it, and the boy grabbed the armrest with one hand and the girl's shoulder with the other.

Another wave of dog food, Song Qian looked a little dizzy.

The tattooed man became very "improper" after getting in the car, which was diametrically opposed to being met and apologized in time when he got in the car. That feeling, Song Qian felt that he was afraid that others would not know if he was mixed with society or something? It doesn't look too young, why is it so exaggerated?

This kind of person still doesn't mess with it, and always feels that something is wrong.

As for the man in the suit, after hurriedly getting into the car, he leaned on the back of a seat at the door, his head drooping, and his eyelids were almost closed.

Looking at his dressed and bulging black crossbody bag, Song Qian estimated that he should be a salesman. It's not easy to sell these days, especially newcomers, who dress like people and live like pigs and dogs.

I think if I gave the man in the suit a pillow, he would be able to snore immediately.

The car started slowly, and the buildings on both sides of the road slowly retreated, faster and faster, and finally maintained a constant speed of retreat.