The poor man and his rich man

Because Mi Hao is always approachable, sometimes Luo Pohu forgets how rich Mi is always.

So when he saw the 100-square-meter bedroom and the custom-made big bed on the third floor, he was really taken aback for a moment.

"Wow." Luo Pohu could almost stuff an egg in his mouth, "Brother Mi, your bed is too big."

Luo Pohu was also a son-in-law, but even so, it was the first time he saw a rich man who made his bed so big.

"It's five meters by five meters. I specially ordered it from a factory. It's big enough." When Mi Hao was happy, he wanted to lie down on Luobo Lake and jump up and down, "Come on, lie down and enjoy!"

"Don't, don't, I'm still dirty." Luo Pohu took out a change of clothes from his backpack, and asked politely, "Brother Mi, can I take a shower first!"

"That's really possible." Mi Hao also dug out two bathrobes from the closet, and dragged him into the next bathroom with great interest.

"Sweat steam, bath, shower, massage..." Mi Hao pointed to the huge bathtub in front of him, "Let's take a bath with my brother."

"Huh?" Luo Pohu was bewildered.

What's the matter with you? Why join me in the fun.

Why don't I take a bath with you?