The poor man and his rich man

Luo Pohu finally decided to stay with Mi Hao for one night.

Although Mi Hao is not arrogant and extravagant, he does not blindly deprive himself of money when he has money.

He usually lives in a high-end apartment five or six kilometers away from the company on weekdays, and he just rides a bike to and from get off work, and exercises with his hands along the way.

But today Mi always drove out and parked in the open-air parking space on the side of the road. Luo Pohu couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he saw Mr. Mi's Maybach GLS600.

As expected of a rich man, Mi Hao drives a car worth several million dollars when he visits the night market, and he is not afraid of being scratched by the fire three rounds selling bacon pancakes next to him, he is very heroic.

It was after two o'clock when we arrived at the place, Mi Hao led the people into the house and said.

"I usually live alone, but the room next to me is cleaned by my aunt. If you need anything, I'll find it for you."

"Don't be so troublesome..." Luo Pohu rubbed his eyes, "I can sleep in any bed now."

Luo Pohu obediently went to the guest room, Mi Hao gave out pajamas for someone, found a set of silk pajamas from the closet, and went to the guest room.

"By the way, kid, would you know how to use my bathroom..." Mi Hao suddenly remembered that the shower room in his house was different from the ordinary ones, it was all sensing whether there was a switch, and he didn't understand at first that he had washed in cold water for three days He was afraid that the child would not understand and would be embarrassed to ask, but when he opened the bathroom door, he saw Luobo Lake in the steaming mist with eyes widened in fear.

"Mr. Mi! What are you doing?!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Mi Hao put down the clothes in his hands and quickly closed the door.

Oh, he's still a big carrot kid.