The poor man and his rich man

Luobo Lake can't find it.

The hotel's surveillance system was inexplicably broken for a while, and there was no way to check it. No one knew who that omega with the fragrance of betel nuts was.

But is betel nut really fragrant?

Luobo Lake was puzzled.

Well, if the pig's trotter said it should be fragrant, it doesn't matter to him.

But Zhu Trotter didn't ask too much, because he soon fell into another relationship of nurturing a starlet.

Anyway, his boss is just like a breeding pig, he never stops breeding.

He just needs to properly prepare all the logistical work.

He placed 99 orders for his own flower shop today, all of which are [-] roses, and each bouquet is dedicated to the little lover of pig's trotters.

Oh, I made a lot of money!

Even so, he still sat in the co-pilot and reported to Zhu Tizi in the back seat with his usual expression.

"Mr. Zhu, the flowers and gifts have been arranged. Is there anyone you want to invite tonight?"

It is very difficult to choose one of eighteen.

"I……"

Before Zhu Trotter could speak, a figure suddenly rushed out from the side of the road like a ghost probe and was almost killed by their extended Lincoln.

The driver was in a cold sweat.

Luobo Lake was also stunned, and then there was a knock on the car window.

A skinny young man hugged a screaming wild cat and cursed at the pig's trotters.

"The rich can trample on life! Do you think you can do whatever you want with a few stinky money! I'm bah!"

Zhu Tizi's expression changed slightly, and Luobo Lake knew it was over.

Sure enough, he heard Mr. Zhu's thin lips parting slightly.

He said, "Man, are you trying to get my attention?"

Luo Pohu saw it clearly and turned his head to look at the sky outside the car window.

So, I really want to go to the rehabilitation hospital and arrange a bed for Mr. Zhu.

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"Master, why is the front blocked?"

Mr. Mi, who also went to work, took a very strange look at the excitement at the intersection.

He was riding a bicycle, with pancakes, fruit and soy milk hanging on the handlebars. He was very unpretentious, and he was regarded as an ordinary employee of the office building by the uncle.

"It seems to be Pengci? A young man suddenly crashed into a luxury car. Hey, he is doing these crooked things at a young age."

"The rich can trample on life! Do you think you can do whatever you want with a few stinky money! I'm bah!"

The deafening sound of criticism spread to the side of the non-motorized vehicle lane, Mr. Mi looked sideways, and found that the owner of the voice seemed to be their newly recruited secretary.

Gee.

Mr. Mi frowned.

How do you feel mentally ill.