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That flashy Patten trolley, under the light of the setting sun, was flashing with luxurious light. Sitting in the car, Huang Xing couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw Fu Zhenxin wearing her seat belt. Fu Zhenxin, this little beauty, driving a Patten trolley that was over five metres long, was just like a cute baby. Lying on a two to three meter long bed, was just as funny. She was in the driver's seat, forty or fifty centimeters from the top of the car. His slightly wide seatbelt was tied to her body, which was originally loose and loose, but was now tightly tied to her body. Her body, which was not very exposed to the sun, now had curves and curves. It had a three-dimensional feel, and it gave off a strong visual impact.

From the side, Fu Zhenxin's eyelashes looked very long, and in a blink of an eye, it was extremely sexy. Her pale red lips slightly tilted forward and her straight little nose perfectly matched her entire facial features. The way she drove was calm and unhurried, her small hands resting on the steering wheel. She turned it gently, adjusting the direction of her advance. Her sexy little feet lightly stepped on the accelerator. The feeling of lifting her toes was really sexy. This made Huang Xing unable to restrain her memories of the time when she was trying out her shoes in the market. Her two beautiful little feet were so beautiful that it was enchanting.

Huang Xing happily admired the beauty beside him, but Fu Zhenxin drove the car over to a gas station.

Stopping beside the gas tanker, Fu Zhenxin turned off the engine, and opened the window and the lid of the gas tank.

How much should he add?

The oiler's resounding voice was heartbreaking. His simple question of 'add as much as possible' caused his to roar with earth-shaking momentum. Her voice was rich and full, like the sounds of nature. Her aunt had come, and in the chaotic air, he had turned into a bloody mess. Fu Zhenxin was completely shocked by her three words. When her brain was running at a high speed as if he was a 12 cores processor, analyzing the words' how much more ', she didn't know whether to laugh or cry and complained to the oiler: Can you lower your voice a little?

Who would have thought that the female oiler would still repeat the same question: How much should I add?

This time, the decibel level was slightly lower, but it was enough to cause serious internal injuries and even cause aftereffects.

Fu Zhenxin took out three hundred yuan and handed it out from the window. The female oiler pulled it over and counted three times while dipping his saliva.

Huang Xing took this opportunity to ask: Where are we going exactly?

Fu Zhenxin smiled mysteriously as she grabbed Huang Xing's hand with one hand and squeezed it lightly a few times: What do you think?

Huang Xing asked doubtfully: Didn't you say that you want to meet some sort of customer?

Fu Zhenxin said: Meeting some sort of customer! I was lying to my sister. Wasn't it because she pitied you? She wanted to bring you out to play!

Huang Xing laughed bitterly: Pity me? What does that have to do with me? Also, come out to play, do you need to drive such a big Patten trolley? Who are you showing off to?

Fu Zhenxin rolled her eyes at Huang Xing and cursed: "Idiot!"

Huang Xing observed from inside the carriage for a few moments, and suddenly seemed to understand something.

When he thought about Fu Zhenxin's suggestion in the office, and how she inexplicably swapped cars with Fu Jie, these two points combined could roughly prove that she wanted to use this Patten trolley as …. Where?

Thinking about it, Huang Xing suddenly felt his body warming up, giving him a pleasant surprise.

Good little demoness, so it turns out that you were planning something small like this!

Little rogue!

Thinking of this, Huang Xing's entire person became more energetic. Ever since that night when he had his first time with Fu Zhenxin, he couldn't help but feel itchy in his heart every night. He had been looking forward to the second and third time. How fervent was this hope? But today, Fu Zhenxin had actually used such a romantic and mysterious method to bring him to a reunion in the wild.

He couldn't help but stretch out a hand to plunder her body while his eyes were filled with longing.

Ahh!

Fu Zhenxin suddenly screamed, scaring Huang Xing so much that she immediately retracted his hand.

Huang Xing thought that Fu Zhenxin was shouting because she had secretly wiped her oil. In reality, that was not the case.

Fu Zhenxin suddenly realized that the oiler with a large throat was holding onto No. 93 oil gun and was about to fill the fuel tank. was so frightened that she shouted loudly.

Fortunately, oiler had not put his oil gun into the Patten trolley's gas tank yet, otherwise he would be in big trouble. But after Fu Zhenxin shouted, the oiler immediately frowned, and scolded Fu Zhenxin: "What are you howling for?" It gave me a fright!

Fu Zhenxin was so angry that her face turned green. She replied oiler: Are you stupid?

oiler didn't know whether to laugh or cry. If this car of yours didn't add number 93, then why would you add number 0 diesel? Don't tell me that your car is a diesel engine, why are you parking it next to the gas engine, Number 0 is over there! I really don't understand you people, what's wrong with being retarded?

oiler's tone was overbearing, his aura surging to the extreme.

Logically speaking, a gas station belongs to the service unit, and a car owner filling in the gas is a contribution for you. Even if you don't treat your customer as a god, you wouldn't be so sullen as to treat your customer as a punching bag, right? But in reality, when most of the car owners went to fill the gas, they had basically never received the courtesy that a 'God' should have. Most of the oiler s all had the same ashen face, whether you liked it or not. These days, life is always full of helplessness and helplessness, the car to refueling, just like the rain, is an unchangeable law. But the term 'customer is God' doesn't apply to any industry. What kind of tragedy is it when some of our needs are not available for selection? There are at least mobile telecom and other units to choose from, but refueling is different. This thing is basically a monopoly industry, you basically don't have the choice.

Fu Zhenxin was so angry that she wanted to argue with oiler, so she quickly patted her arm and advised her to stay calm. Fu Zhenxin took a deep breath, she swallowed her anger and tried to say in a gentle tone: "Big sister, I need to add 97!"

oiler immediately sneered: 97? Who are you fooling? I've been working at a gas station for more than half a year, but I've never seen a Passat who needed gasoline number 97. Listen to me, number 93 is fine. Why waste your money?

Fu Zhenxin slapped her forehead angrily as she said with a bitter smile: "Big sister, not all the cars are Passat s!" Look at the back of the carriage, is that a Passat?

oiler casually said, if it wasn't Passat, then what was it?

Fu Zhenxin said: It's Phaedon!

oiler said: I heard that you have a rapid rise in speed, but I've never heard of a Phaedon before?

Maybe it was because of this small conflict, which affected the car's owners who were queuing up to refuel, but after a burst of sirens, a man alighted from the Mercedes-Benz at the back and walked over to ask oiler about the situation.

oiler was especially respectful to the driver of the Mercedes-Benz, smiling as he said, "Hey, if I encounter a Volkswagen Passat, I must increase it by 97." I've worked so long, but I haven't been able to oil any Volkswagen 97. It gives me a weird headache to say what it was.

The owner of the Mercedes-Benz was clearly a person who had seen much of the world. After glancing at the appearance of the Patten trolley, he said to the oiler, "This is the Phaedon!" It could hold up to ten Passat!

oiler was shocked: What? This car is so expensive? than your car. All of them were worth a lot?

The Mercedes driver said, I can buy three or four of my cars! This Volkswagen was not a normal Volkswagen, it was a luxury car owned by a Volkswagen, and it was even a grade higher than the Audi A8. The whole car was imported, with over 2 million apiece. However, this car was relatively rare in the market, even if there were, a majority of people would treat it as a Passat. Luckily, I have run a 4S car store before, so I have some knowledge about Patten trolley s … …

After hearing the Mercedes-Benz owner's story, the oiler was dumbfounded.

Fu Zhenxin snorted, her eyes looking down on everyone!

However, he had finally met someone who had seen the world, so he wouldn't be in a deadlock for too long. The oiler revealed a strange smile that was even more expensive than gold, he said sorry to Fu Zhenxin, then went in front of tanker number 97, entered the amount, and started cheering for the Patten trolley.

After adding fuel, Fu Zhenxin fiercely stepped on the gas pedal, and the car sped off.

oiler was stupefied, thinking that this car's speed was too fast.

Fu Zhenxin complained as she drove: The people at the gas station were really lacking in manners. They would never refill their gas station here again, it was as if they owed her money.

Huang Xing laughed and said, the gas stations were pretty much the same, similar to the hospital's property. If you were sick, you had to look. The car ran out of gas and had to be refilled. You're asking for help.

Fu Zhenxin said fiercely. When I have the money, I will open a gas station!

Huang Xing attacked her and said, "Don't even think about it!

Fu Zhenxin said. Please, why can't I join? How much can joining Sinopec cost?

Huang Xing said. If you open up a gas station, you might not be as good as the big sister from before.

Fu Zhenxin was so angry that she released a hand and twisted Huang Xing's ear: You dare to look down on me! Am I that fierce?

Actually, Fu Zhenxin did not use any strength at all. However, Huang Xing pretended not to hear as he rubbed his ears and said: "Isn't that fierce?" Domestic violence tendencies!

Fu Zhenxin thought that it was true and quickly let go of the door. She stepped on the brake, turned her head and asked Huang Xing: "Does it hurt?" I'm sorry, I really didn't push. Otherwise, I'll let you twist it, but don't twist your ears. I'm a girl, you have to let me go!

Then where do you want me to go?