Your taste is too heavy

After Qiming drove the police car back to the city, he called 110 to report his parking space and left.

"What's going on?" Wu Hao heard the news and rushed over.

In the morning, Wu Hao was wearing only a pair of pants, slippers, and a tank top! Her hair was still fluffy, and she hadn't even washed her face! He looked like he was fleeing.

Mo Qiu sat at the side and ate his breakfast. He had a good appetite.

"Here, see for yourself." Mo Qiu pointed inside.

Wu Hao pushed up his glasses, pushed the door open! And walked in.

"What the hell is this? Where did you get it? Mo Qiu, your taste is getting more and more intense!"

Qiming pushed the door open and entered the room. When he saw Wu Hao in such a state, he gave him a strange look.

"Take a look," Wu Hao pulled Qiming forward.