Billionaire's One Night Stand novel Chapter 1117

But there were a lot of people waiting for taxis.

A pickup truck of the style of "Big Yellow Peak" passed by, looked at them with sympathy, and stopped.

"I'll go first, I'll go first!"

A coquette who was dressed up suddenly rushed up, knocked the people on both sides with her butt, pulled the door, and went on the car.

The woman who was waiting for the car next to him stomped her feet in anger.

"Dam*, she's dressed like a whore when she's at work. I can tell at a glance that she's a mistress..."

"That's right. She's just like that. She's still a woman who relies on her beauty to climb up the social ladder!"

"Do you have the ability to drive a large scale car to work? Why do you want to compete with us?"

Zoya had not taken a taxi for a long time. She was stunned when she saw this scene.

I'm done! I'm done! It's hard to get in the train now.

However, her desire for publicity was no less than Chloe's desire for money!

Life was like a drama, which depended on one's acting skills.

When the next taxi arrived.

Zoya gritted her teeth and began to prepare.

As soon as the car stopped, all the men and women continued to rush into the car, and each of them made up reasons to prove that they were beneficial to her and to make others sympathize with her

"First, I'll send my daughter my textbooks!"

"It's very important to have a full-time job this month!"

"I'm sick!"

"If a good man doesn't fight with a woman, all men should step back!"

"Men and women are equally equal. Men also have to go to work..." The man was also fighting for the job.

Zoya rushed forward and shouted, "My dad was hit by a car. He's lying in the hospital!"

There was a moment of silence, and all the people looked back at her.

The driver quickly told others, "This lady is in a hurry. If we go late, we may not see her father. She will go first, she will go first!"

Zoya put her hands together and walked through the crowd. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. Excuse me, I'm borrowing from you..."

Under the eyes of others, Zoya got in the car successfully.

As soon as he got in the car, the driver said as he drove, "Miss, where is your father in? I'll speed up now..."

Zoya felt a weight on her shoulders.". I'm sorry, I'm going to inform the press."

"What?" The driver turned around and said, "Isn't your father..."

The corners of Zoya's mouth twitched. "It's good to see my dad. I'm going to work in the newspaper."

"Miss, you're wrong!"

"What's wrong?" Zoya slammed the driver's seat. "Didn't I say that we can get on the car? Other people are also robbing cars. Why can't I snatch the car? Drive!"

Just when the driver was about to say something, he looked at her from the rearview mirror. "Hey? Aren't you the friend who... with Young Madam last time?"

Zoya calmed down for a moment. "Ah, you are..."