The poor man and his rich man

"Is there no pain?"

Mi Hao helped Luobohu, whose nose was sour and eyes narrowed, and Luobohu was in so much pain that he couldn't even speak for a while.

"No... hiss!"

It's not all right at all!

The carrot was almost broken into two sections, and the bridge of the nose was not broken, which is the virtue of the ancestors.

"Brother will take you to the hospital..."

Before Mi Hao finished speaking, the window next to him was slapped.

A muddy, zombie-like guy roared crazily beside the car.

"what!!!"

Mr. Mi's car was soundproofed, and no one in the car could hear what he was saying. It was the poor crystal villain Luobo Lake who spoke with pain.

"It smells like betel nuts...isn't it, Xiao Jueqi?"

as predicted!

The person who can do this feat of blocking a car with an arm is none other than Mr. Zhu's little wife——Xiao Jueqi!

He fell to the ground, weeping loudly.

"Ah!!! Tizi... Tizi is gone!"

It really deserves the treatment of a domineering president.