Chatper 199 (1/2)

When Pei Yibai heard this, after looking at the driver, the latter stared back with a righteous face.

"What? You don't have two dollars? Then why take the car, get down." I didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what I did.

Seeing this scene, Song Weiyi burst out laughing.

This is probably the most embarrassing thing Pei Yibai has encountered in his life, right? I was kicked off by the bus driver!

She shook her head, but suddenly felt a little blocked, Pei Yibai, how could it be possible to take the bus? Where did the official card come from?

They are people from two different worlds, so her approach is correct.

Pei Yibai gritted his teeth angrily when he saw Song Weiyi sitting on his seat with a calm face, not looking at him at all, this woman!

He took out a piece of fifty yuan cash from his wallet and stuffed it into the money slot without any explanation, but was interrupted by the driver.

"It's two yuan, not fifty. Why can't you understand?"

"Not two dollars." Pei Yi answered word by word, his teeth clucking.

"If you don't have two yuan, then you can exchange it for two yuan. Your money may be counterfeit." The driver shook his head, still rejecting Pei Yibai's money.

Who takes the bus for 50 yuan? He didn't have time to check whether the young man's money was real or not.

Besides, which rich person would come to take the bus? Don't be funny, okay? The driver's expression said so.

Rao Song Weiyi, who was sitting in the back, was also amused by this conversation. Did this driver deliberately oppose Pei Yibai? Does he know who the man standing in front of him is?

The prince of Pei's International, Pei's international raised its foot a little, and the city's economy trembled three times.

Probably only the driver can yell at Pei Yibai so boldly, right?

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Go back and drive your car." Confused, Pei Yibai said angrily at the driver in a cold voice.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the driver became unhappy. Is this the young man declaring war on himself?

Get up directly from the seat, trying to force Pei Yibai to go down.

Wang Meng, who was waiting outside, saw this scene, and was so frightened that his little heart beat half a beat slower. If there was any physical conflict, it would be over.

"Master driver, don't worry, master driver. I'll pay that gentleman right now." Wang Meng hurriedly stopped the angry driver, took out two yuan, and threw it into the coin slot.

The confrontation completely calmed down after Wang Meng's action. The driver gave Pei Yibai an angry look, and returned to his seat to drive.

And Pei Yibai walked up to Song Weiyi step by step.

"Why, did you enjoy watching it just now?" He lowered his head and looked at the innocent little woman sternly.

"You're overthinking." Song Weiwei pouted and denied it.

"Song Weiyi, I'll settle the score with you slowly when I go back." Pei Yibai's dark face was about to drip ink.

Song Weiyi looked left and right and didn't speak. If he dared to settle accounts with himself, he would definitely regret it.

Besides, it was clearly his own problem just now and had nothing to do with her.

She ignored herself, and those words were as weak as hitting cotton.

Pei Yibai's face was livid, and his long arms hooked the upper lever to balance his body.

There are still a bunch of seats next to him, so insisting on standing next to Song Weiyi is kind of ridiculous.

It took a full half an hour for the bus to drive from the stop near Zhao Mengmeng's house to Voss.

Several times, whether it was intentional by the driver or just a coincidence, the arc of the turn and the acceleration of the brakes were exceptionally sharp.

Seeing that Pei Yibai would rather stand than sit down, Song Weiwei was so angry that he couldn't bear to ask him to sit down, so he could only sulk in his heart.