C11

Time was running out. Qiao Mu did not take the bus but instead took a luxury trip. She took a taxi and went straight to the bar from last time.

The bar during the day did not have any colorful neon lights. The tall revolving door was not the same as the last time. People kept coming in and out, and it was very quiet.

Her heart was beating violently, as if it was about to jump out of her chest. Her little face was even paler than when she first came over. She knew that once she entered this door, anything could happen.

Qiao Mu pulled on the bag strap on his shoulder. His small, pale hand was covered in a layer of bluish-white bone. His other hand, which was hanging by her side, was trembling. Her fingertips were even starting to feel numb.

Her round nose was slightly red from the cold wind and her short hair danced in the air, covering her eyes. Qiao Mu wiped it away, revealing the same reddened eyes. Her captivating red lips pursed into a line and the panic in her eyes gradually became firm.

On the second floor, in the same room.

Xi Muqiao quietly stood by the French window with his hands in his pockets, standing tall and straight. He looked down at the little girl who stood shivering in the cold wind, a trace of heartache flashing through his eyes.

It was still the familiar layout from that night, but her mood was different when she came here again. The white sculpture at the entrance didn't have the black lace Bra worth fifty yuan, and the entire bar was empty. The atmosphere was gloomy.

Qiao Mu mustered the courage to stutter a description of Xi Muqiao to the waiter. After receiving her reply, she lowered her head and walked up to the second floor. Every step up was arduous, as if her legs weighed a thousand pounds.

It was still the same room, the first time he ran out in disordered clothes and the second time he was brought back with a schoolbag. Qiao Mu stood outside the door, staring blankly at the door.

Her palms were already drenched in sweat. As long as she knocked on the door, she really wouldn't be able to turn back.

But what did it matter? It was good as long as he could save his mother. Dong dong dong. His pale little hand knocked on the door. That touch of white, it was breathtaking.

"Enter." A deep, magnetic male voice passed through the heavy door. Qiao Mu trembled as she held the handle of the door and gently pushed it open. A warm air rushed into her face. The room was very warm, but seeing the man's back, Qiao Mu couldn't help but shiver.

The man had his back to her as he stood in front of the French windows. His tall and straight posture blocked part of the sun, leaving a long shadow on the carpet in the room that extended all the way to Qiao Mu's feet.

At this moment, Qiao Mu's heart was in a panic. Her lips moved for a moment before she slowly opened her mouth and spoke in a soft voice, "Big …" "Uncle …"

Xi Muqiao slowly turned around, his face calm. He was no longer gentle like last time. The emotions in his eyes had completely disappeared, and his handsome face was noble and elegant.

Qiao Mu clenched his small, sweaty hands, then lightly wiped them on his cotton garment to wipe the sweat off her palms. She then reached into the inside pocket of his cotton garment and took out the folded square handkerchief.

"This is the handkerchief from last time. I, I washed it clean."

The man reached out to take it, stuffing it into his pocket without a care. What Qiao Mu did not notice was that the man's large hand was tightly holding onto the handkerchief, exerting so much strength, so as to avoid losing the final bit of its temperature.

Qiao Mu raised her head and looked at the man in front of him. He was so tall. He had only just reached his chest.

The man's expression was extremely cold, and there was not a hint of emotion in his eyes. Qiao Mu was considering how to say it, but the man's indifferent attitude made it hard for her to make a decision.

"Is there something else?" Her tone was still cold, Qiao Mu did not understand how a person could change his expression so quickly. She thought about what she had said many times, but the words that came out of her mouth were a little stuttering.

"I, I want to ask uncle for a favor."

Mubai Qiao's gaze finally rested on Qiao Mu. Her deep eyes moved a few times as if she had expected this and signaled Qiao Mu to continue.

Qiao Mu took a deep breath. "I know that Uncle has a lot of connections. I want you to help me contact him if he needs a kidney, liver, or cornea."

After saying that in one breath, Qiao Mu seemed to have used up all her energy. Her entire body was exhausted and her breathing became rapid. Her eyes were filled with panic and her thick eyelashes trembled uneasily.

Xi Muqiao frowned and his expression turned extremely ugly, as if a storm was brewing. His voice was as cold as ice but also contained a trace of anger. He clenched his teeth and asked, "Whose organ?"

Qiao Mu lowered her head and timidly avoided the man's gaze that was as sharp as knives. Her two small hands were agitated as her palms became wet. "Mine … mine!"

Xi Muqiao's originally ice-cold aura had turned even more vicious. With fury burning in the depths of his eyes, the veins on his fists bulged like an angry beast. The two cold streaks of electricity stared at the little girl with her head lowered, "Yours?"

Qiao Mu was shocked by the aura of the man in front of her and could not help but take a step back. Her small hands began to tremble even faster.

She didn't understand where the anger of the man in front of her came from. Why did he suddenly stare at her like that? The two burning gazes on top of her head wanted to pierce through her from head to toe so much that she didn't dare to look up.

Xi Muqiao's gaze swept across the corner of Qiao Mu's clothes, which were moving restlessly. A few red chilblains were particularly eye-catching on his small white hands.

"Then …" Xi Muqiao's tightly clenched fists turned pale and his eyebrows raised. The anger on his face continued to gather as if it was about to erupt in the next second. He took a step forward and fiercely stared into Qiao Mu's eyes and said word by word, "Give me a reason!"

Feeling the oppressive feeling from the man, Qiao Mu's body trembled as he instinctively lowered his head. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. She secretly mustered her courage, but the moment she opened her mouth, the fear in her heart was revealed.

"I... "My mother has to undergo surgery, otherwise she will lose her life. I need more than 200,000 yuan …" Before he could finish his words, tears were already rolling down his cheeks.

The veins on Xi Muqiao's neck bulged and his thin, pursed lips parted. He abruptly interrupted Qiao Mu's words, his voice a few notches higher than before, "So you want to sell organs?"

Qiao Mu was frightened to the point that she trembled. She suddenly raised her head to look at the tall man before him. The grievances and panic in her heart mixed together, like a flood that had been blocked by a gate.

"Old man, are you f * cking meddling in too many things?" What does it have to do with you whether I sell organs or not? "Just tell me if you want to help or not. If you don't help me look for someone else, there are so many underground dark channels and so many organs. If you don't help me, there's still someone else you need!"