Chapter 230

The driver took a quick look at the meter and flattered the tunnel: "brother, 24 yuan."

Qian Duoduo instructed him, very seriously: "every industry has its own professional norms. I hope you will abide by professional ethics in the future. You can't kill or dump customers, refuse to load, be unreasonable, and swear."

"Yes." the taxi driver nodded and agreed.

Ding Xiaomei followed Qian Duoduo. Seeing that his face was very serious, she immediately knew what was going on from his words. She turned to her father and shouted, "Dad, come here."

Baby daughter called, Ding Feng hurriedly ran over, "Duoduo, Xiaomei, what's going on?"

Ding Xiaomei was very serious and said, "Dad, how did you become the vice mayor in charge of transportation? Even your daughter's boyfriend was bullied. What do you say?"

Deputy mayor!

Traffic!

The taxi driver was almost scared to pee. He couldn't help shaking his heart. He was shaking all over. His face was pale. He hung his head and didn't even dare to lift his eyelids.

Ding Feng didn't understand. "Duoduo, what's the matter?"

Qian Duoduo looked at him and said, "Uncle Ding, my sister and I took a taxi on the road. One or two taxis despised us, slaughtered our high prices and cursed people. They were just like bandits, unreasonable, arrogant and domineering."

Ding fengdun was so angry that he looked up: "I haven't taken a taxi for more than ten years. I don't know that the taxi industry in Jincheng is such a situation. I'll call Zhou Guangyuan later and ask him to straighten it out. Hey, take out your employment license, driving license and driver's license."

The taxi driver opened the door and got out of the car. With a puff, he knelt down with Qian Duoduo and slapped himself: "Brother, I'm sorry, I kill guests, I swear, I refuse to load, it's all my fault! I have eyes and don't know Mount Tai. You have a large number of adults and your Bodhisattva heart. Please forgive me this time! I have an old mother in my eighties and a child in my two or three years old, all of whom depend on this taxi!"

Poof——

Ding Xiaomei couldn't help laughing: "I'm old. There are two or three-year-old children. Who are you kidding?"

The taxi driver looked at her and said, "Oh... That's my grandson."

Ding Xiaomei said sarcastically, "you are pretending to be a grandson."

The taxi driver bowed his head.

Qian Duoduo smiled and said to Ding Feng, "Uncle Ding, forget it. My sister said it's not easy for them to do this business. Let him go this time."

Ding Feng nodded: "OK, just let it go."

"Thank you, brother! Thank mayor Ding!"

Taxi drivers kowtow repeatedly and want to ask them to be their father and grandfather, pretending to be their grandchildren and becoming real grandchildren.

"OK, OK." Qian Duoduo took his arm and pulled him up. "Remember, you can't do that in the future. As long as it's a taxi, no matter who it is, you should treat it equally and serve it warmly. No one should dislike it."

"Yes." the taxi driver nodded again and again.

Qian Duoduo took out two large bills from his wallet and handed them to the taxi driver.

The taxi driver was stunned: 24 yuan, how can I give him 200 yuan?

Qian Duoduo said calmly, "take it. I broke your door. I'll compensate you for the extra money."

"Oh." the taxi driver realized. He took 200 yuan and thanked him a lot. He got into the taxi and drove away soon.

Everyone watched the taxi drive away. Murong Xue came to Qian Duoduo and said softly, "Duoduo, let's go and see sister Kang."

"This... This..." Qian Duoduo scratched his head and lowered his head, "sister... This thing..."

Murong Xue saw his hesitation and said, "Duoduo, don't you want to see sister Kang? You know, she always respects you."

Qian Duoduo nodded: "sister, I know this. But..."

"But what?"

Qian Duoduo said to several big people: "Uncle Ding, uncle Jin and aunt Qiao, you'd better tell my sister."

Murong Xue turned to look at them: "Uncle Ding, what do you want to say? By the way, why didn't you see her colleagues at sister Kang's memorial service? There are so many doctors and nurses in a hospital."

Several adults looked at each other and looked at Qiao Xiumei together.

"Alas..."

Qiao Xiumei sighed deeply: "Xueer..."

"Let me tell you." Ding Xiaomei has always been cheerful and said to Murong Xue, "sister Xue, in fact, on that day, lone wolf and Aaron came to your house with some guys dressed as reporters and killed a lot of people. Except aunt Chun, all the others were killed."

"What?" Murong Xue was surprised and shook Ding Xiaomei's shoulder. "Xiaomei, what are you talking about? All the people in our family were killed?"

Ding Xiaomei nodded: "sister Xue, it's time. We can't hide it from you. They in Guangping and Guang'an, as well as your father and sister Kang, are all dead."

Murong Xue stared: "Xiaomei, you lied, my father is not dead! You said, where is my father?"

Ding Xiaomei pointed to the mourning hall: "Uncle Hua has been lying in it for several days and nights. It's like a sculpture. He doesn't eat or drink all the time."

Murongxue quickly left her and ran to the mourning hall.

The crowd quickly followed her.

Murong Xue ran into the mourning hall and first saw the portrait in the middle. A middle-aged man smiled at her with loving eyes. Needless to say, it was her father.

Murong Xue ran to the ice Pavilion. The ice pavilion was transparent. At a glance, she saw her father lying quietly inside, with a kind face, as if sleeping.

"Dad!"

Murong Xue shouted, raised the lid of the ice coffin and threw it aside. Boom, the lid fell to the ground and broke several cracks.

"Dad!"

Murong Xue leaned down and hugged her father's neck to pick him up, but her father's body was stiff, her upper body could not be bent, and her body was tall and fat. There were 167, and she couldn't hold him alone.

"Dad, get up!" Murong Xue shouted hoarsely, "Duoduo, you pick up my father. It's too cold in here!"

Qian Duoduo came forward and held her shoulder: "sister, calm down. Your father is really dead."

"No, I want my father!" Murong Xue leaned down, held his father's cold body tightly, put his face on his face, and cried bitterly: "Dad! Dad!"

When the people saw her grief stricken appearance, they all burst into tears.

Murong Xue kept crying with her father's body in her arms. Suddenly, her body softened and fell to the ground. The voice of crying stopped suddenly.