The black-bellied president forced his wife to marry

Chapter 9
Shen Lue thought about the birthday party on the weekend, the more something went wrong, but he couldn't tell why.

She was holding on to the metal handrail with one hand, and the other hand was holding the fruit her father secretly gave her before leaving in the morning. The bus swayed, braked suddenly, and was blocked at the intersection a hundred meters away from the school.

The time spent on the road was longer than usual. A few students looked at their watches and started howling. After finding out that the traffic jam ahead was due to a traffic dispute, they begged the driver to open the door and let them get out of the car ahead of time.

Shen Lue was also a little anxious. Standing at the front door, she could clearly see the process of the accident through the wide and bright windshield.A tough black Land Rover smashed the taillights of a rental car because of overtaking. The Land Rover pulled over gracefully, but the taxi driver stood in the way relentlessly, clamoring to keep the evidence.The traffic police came late, and I don't know how long it will take to solve it.

The weather in May is changeable. Today it suddenly rose nearly 10 degrees higher than yesterday. Irritability is mixed with heat. There are still a bunch of bastards in the bus clamoring, which makes people headache. The bus driver rubbed his head and finally decided to let go. He opened the car door without hesitation, and said, "Go down, everyone who wants to go down."

Before he finished speaking, the students swarmed down, wearing uniform school uniforms, and started running towards the school like doggies scrambling for food.

"Hey! Walk on the sidewalk! Be careful!" the driver reminded loudly with a bitter face.

Shen slightly smiled, and walked up the red and yellow checkered path like a stream, with heavy things in her hands, and there were several materials brought home during the weekend review in her schoolbag, so she walked slowly.Calculating the time in my heart, if I don't go back to the dormitory, it should be enough.

In the Land Rover, the man on the co-pilot looked irritated and shouted: "Second boy, why are you talking so much nonsense with him!"

"Uh," Meng Zixiao's face was full of black lines. Damn, this nickname is what he hates the most. Tang Song hasn't been called by this name for a long time under the favor of his cede land and indemnity. He is probably on the verge of rage. So he quickly dialed a number, and after getting through, he coldly left the phone to the taxi driver who was entangled there.

The taxi driver took it with a puzzled shake of his hand, and immediately his color changed drastically, sweat dripped from his forehead, and after a while, he nodded and bowed to the people in the car, saying, "Young Master Meng, I'm sorry, I don't know Taishan with my eyes, so don't be offended. Don't be surprised."

"Is the check just now enough?" Meng Zixiao raised his eyebrows, too lazy to talk to him anymore.

"Enough is enough." How dare he ask for a price.After being hit, he thought he was unlucky, and found that the other party was driving a Land Rover. He thought he could make a big deal before the traffic police came, but he didn't know that he would mess with someone he shouldn't have.Now the check in his hand is like a hot potato, he doesn't accept it, and he doesn't accept it.

Before the taxi driver finished speaking, the Land Rover rushed out with a whoosh.

"Damn it! I told you not to call me that!" Meng Zixiao turned the steering wheel and glared at Tang Song, who was sleeping with his eyes closed. He never mentioned the nickname that made him lose face when he was a child.

"Which one? Second boy?" Tang Song lazily opened his eyes and asked deliberately.Meng Zixiao's name reversed is Xiaozi, boy, the second child, second boy, and sometimes the nickname becomes ridiculous, but it makes the person concerned rage.

Meng Zixiao gritted his teeth. They are both the second child in the family. Why do they follow him with such an ugly nickname?If it wasn't for driving, he would have punched him. This is a matter of a man's self-esteem. Even if he can't beat him, he still has to vent his anger.Just as he was about to verbally retaliate, Tang Song narrowed his eyes and stared out the window.

(End of this chapter)