The poor man and his rich man

"Come back when you come back, what are you arguing about?"

The same tall and strong alpha walked over in slippers, his face full of impatience towards his silly son.

Mi Hao looked very similar to his father, Luo Pohu glanced at him and quickly half-bowed.

"Hi Dong Mi, excuse me."

"What's your name Mi Dong..." Mi Hao frowned and slapped Luo Bo on the back, "Just call me."

What do you call me!Do you want to call me Daddy?

Luobohu's eyes were full of helplessness, and he smiled sensiblely at Mr. Shang Mi's father's gaze.

"Hello, Uncle, my name is Luo Pohu, and I am..."

"It's my younger brother!" Mi Hao greeted his father happily with a radish in his arms, "I was on a business trip with me in the suburbs, but the back mountain collapsed, so I took a shortcut back and stayed for two days. Let’s go when the road clears.”

"Oh, good boy!"

Mi Gui stroked Luobohu's head and patted his shoulder kindly.

"It's like your own home. You want to live as long as you want. My wife's stewed big elbow today is very delicious." Mi Gui glanced at his son, "Why don't you hurry up and take someone to clean it up? Your father is full of dirt. I'll take care of you when I see it."

The difference is also obvious.

"Let's go..." Mi Hao is obviously used to the way of getting along with his old man, so he dragged the ignorant Luobo Lake to take the elevator, "Go to my bedroom to change clothes, and stay with me for three days building."

Yes, Mr. Mi's bedroom is on the third floor, and the first floor is all his bedroom.

He is worthy of being the rich son of the rich.