There is a cabinet in the corner of the wall, and through the glass cabinet door, you can see that it is filled with various cigarettes.

There are China, Panda, and Hongtashan. They are all in a row. In addition to these cigarettes, there are also some smoking tools.

Zhibao's lighter, COSTELLO's pipe, lighter diesel. At first glance, it looks like a small cigarette museum.

On the coffee table is a gold-toned three-dimensional card, which is hollowed out with hollowed-out wood carvings. The card is written with a very elegant flower body.

Dear:

Sie_wollen,_weniger_zu_rauchen,_nehmen_von_sich_selbst_sorgen.

Ich_liebe_dich,_Min.

The characters are very beautiful.

But, hum, German.

Can you understand this garbage? I even doubted whether he could recognize more than a thousand Chinese characters. I just stuffed this card into the inner pocket of my coat.

This impression was confirmed after I opened the bathroom. Why? Because a scent of a silkworm really hits my face!

The things in this bathroom are really big! Not only the space, but also all kinds of bathtubs, sinks, toilets and other home decorations are all very big!

Except for the big, everything here is a golden glow with gold edges.

The bathtub is golden, the shower curtain is golden, the shower is golden, the washing tank is golden, the wave washing machine, European towel rack, glass water cup, automatic toothbrush, and induction faucet, they are all fucking golden?

Does the golden shower shower give this guy a feeling of being a nouveau riche?

Even the toilet is golden. Will the pervert feel that the same color as his shit feel very at ease? After the convenience is made, can this guy still distinguish the difference between the toilet and the excrement?

Damn... A Zi, you are so eager to live with this pervert and not stay with me?
Chapter completed!