The poor man and his rich man

Regardless of the love-hate relationship between Zhu Tizi and Xiao Jueqi, the contract has already been signed, and Mr. Mi has no intention of breaking the contract.

It's just that he didn't expect that no one would take over this mess, and it was just in his hands.

Boss Mi was so angry that a big bubbling popped up on his mouth.

Could it be that he will bring Xiao Jueqi, a suspected mentally ill patient, to meet Zhuwo in the next few months?

Mr. Mi suffered from insomnia and didn't fall asleep most of the night.

On weekdays, he lives in a house near the company. It is in the urban area, so it is very convenient to commute to and from get off work. At night, there are night markets outside, which are very lively no matter what time of day.

He tossed and turned at home, and simply got up and put on his clothes to go out to look for food.

Speaking of which, he hasn't had supper for several years, and he doesn't know if the shop he used to go to is still open.

The night wind in March was quite cool, Mr. Mi put on a jacket over his long-sleeved pajamas, and went out in slippers.

In private, he doesn't pay much attention to these things. All he thinks about is that it's almost two o'clock and he doesn't know what else to eat.

As a result, when he was squatting on the side of the road with the noodles, he saw a familiar figure stalking under the overpass next to him.

What is this kid doing?

Mi Hao put down the bowl and walked over. He watched Carrot cover his ears and stood up hurriedly and backed away. If he didn't pay attention, he tripped over his slippers and was about to fall down.

"Hey, be careful!"

Mi Hao subconsciously stretched out his arms and supported him.

"It's alright."

"I..." As soon as Luobohu opened his mouth, the previously lit fuse just ignited the fireworks, and colorful flowers exploded in the sky.

He half leaned against Mi Hao's arms, his eyes were filled with fireworks and the figure in front of him.

"What are you doing, kid."

Mr. Mi straightened the person and stood up, not paying attention to Luobo Lake's daze, but frowned when he saw the child's cold hands: "I'm an ice sculpture, my hands are so cold."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mi, I didn't bump into you on purpose." Luo Pohu hurriedly explained, "I'm working overtime."

Mi Hao's face was full of surprise: "Working overtime? Stealing wires here."

"No..." Luo Pohu scratched his head, "Today is Mr. Xiao's birthday, Mr. Zhu arranged for me to set off 880 fireworks here."

Mi Hao took a closer look, and sure enough there was a pile of unfired cannons under the overpass.

"Can you finish it all by yourself?" Mi Hao showed a capitalist smile, "I'll work for you, and you'll give me [-]% of the overtime pay, how about it?"

"Ah?" Luo Pohu was fascinated by the handsome guy's smile, "It's possible, but..."

Mr. Mi took off his jacket and put it on the child, rolled up his sleeves and was ready to go.

"What's so good about it, let's put it up quickly." Mr. Mi was very positive, "After a while, this round will be played, so what if it's broken."

"Oh, alright."

Luo Pohu was covered by a big coat, and he was instructed in a daze to get some wires and work as a laborer with Mr. Mi.

"That's right." While it was playing, Mr. Mi suddenly approached Luobo Lake amidst the sound of fireworks bursting and asked, "My child, I ask you..."

"What?" Luo Pohu couldn't hear clearly, and leaned his head towards Mi Hao, scratching the ends of his hair, "Mr. Mi, what did you say?"

Mi Hao pointed to the sky, and looked at the words in the sky with a schadenfreude smile.

Luo Pohu raised his head and muttered silently.

【Xiao Juexi, you can't escape, you are destined to be the mother of my son Zhu Tizi. 】

"Fireworks and firecrackers are prohibited in this area." Mr. Mi said, "You mean Mr. Zhu is going to be on the news tomorrow, huh?"

It's really romantic, Mr. Mi smiles, the kind who gets into a situation.