At the gate of the airport, Aunt Li and the others met a driver who had been waiting for a long time.

The driver and an assistant graciously helped them carry several suitcases into the car. Aunt Li looked at Ma Lan and asked, "Ms. Ma, this car is quite big, why don't we go together?"

Ma Lan waved her hand and said with a smile, "Sister Li, we won't go with you, I'll wait for my husband to pick me up."

As he spoke, he couldn't help cursing: "This damned Xiao Changkun, tell him to come earlier, come earlier, why hasn't he appeared yet! If you dare to release my mother's pigeons, see if I don't tear him up!"

Ma Lan stood by the roadside at the exit of the airport and kept calling Xiao Changkun, but she couldn't get through.

She couldn't help cursing: "This damn Xiao Changkun, I don't know where he died, and he hasn't answered my calls."

Xiao Churan asked her: "Mom, are you sure you told him the time?"

Ma Lan said angrily: "Of course I made it clear to him. He has already promised me on the phone. Who knows why he didn't answer the call until now. It's really unreliable."

Xiao Churan also quickly took out her mobile phone and called Xiao Changkun, but no one answered the phone as Ma Lan said.

She said with a very nervous expression: "Dad, there must be some accident... It's not time to sleep now, why can't I get through the phone?"

Ye Chen quickly persuaded: "My wife, don't think about it. Dad is in good health. If there is any accident, it may be because he fell asleep. If you want me to say, let's go home first and have a look!"

"Yes!" Xiao Churan agreed very much: "Hurry up and go home. If Dad is not at home, we are going out to look for it. If it doesn't work, call the police!"

Ma Lan on the side said very displeasedly: "Go home? How come home? Your dad didn't drive over to pick him up, how can we go back?"

Xiao Churan said subconsciously: "Let's just take a taxi and go back."

"Taxi?!" Ma Lan said with a very exaggerated expression: "Your mother and I are also celebrities. In New York and in Bedford Hills Correctional Institution, your mother and I are the most famous people. I am a private person along the way. The plane is back, it�s fine if you don�t let me take a Rolls-Royce after getting off the plane, don�t get me a Mercedes-Benz BMW, and let me take a taxi, where will I put my face?�

Xiao Churan said helplessly: "Oh, Mom, what time is it, you still pay attention to these things, let's go home and see what's wrong with Dad, the most important thing!"

As he said that, before Ma Lan could reply, he quickly reached out and stopped a taxi on the side of the road.

Seeing that Ye Chen and Xiao Churan opened the car door and were about to go up, Ma Lan said with a depressed face: "Churan, at least you can call a luxury car or something, get a broken Jetta, how shabby!"

Seeing her mother being so willful, Xiao Churan couldn't help saying angrily: "If you want to take a luxury car, then you can wait here, and Ye Chen and I will go back first."

After all, he opened the door and sat in.

Seeing this, Ma Lan immediately lost her persistence and could only sit in the co-pilot resentfully.

As soon as she entered the co-pilot, she frowned, covered her nose and said to the driver, "I said master, why does your taxi smell so heavy?"

The master said casually, "Does it smell like smoke?"

"That's right!" Ma Lan blurted out in a bad tone, "It smells like smoke, can't you smell it? Is that nose on top of your mouth?"

The master curled his lips: "The smell of smoke is naturally because I smoke, what's the fuss about it."

Ma Lan said angrily: "How can you smoke in the taxi? You don't have a sense of service, do you?"

The master was also a little angry, his eyes widened, and he said: "It was smoked when the car was parked, and I didn't smoke when you came up, the taxi company stipulates that we are not allowed to smoke in front of passengers, and I haven't violated the rules, have I? Oh, you can only ride in my car for tens of minutes at most, don't you allow me to smoke at other times?"

Ma Lan said angrily: "You figure it out, the taxi is your service place, you have to keep your service place clean and clean, and the air is fresh. Are you justified by the smell of smoke?"

The master said in a choked voice: "This service place is provided by the taxi company, not by me. I just drive. If you are not satisfied with anything, you can go to the taxi company for advice."

As he said that, the master muttered in dissatisfaction: "It's just a cigarette, what's the fuss about it, your old man doesn't smoke?" JrNovels.com