C6 I Don't Want to Go to the Police Station!

She didn't care about the incoherent speech nor did she care about what was in her mouth. She would cry it out first. Maybe this old scoundrel would soften his heart and let her go.

If he was indifferent, he would just scold her back. She couldn't afford to suffer any more losses!

The corner of Xi Muqiao's mouth began to twitch as he looked at the little girl, who was lying on the ground with tears and snot flowing out of her eyes. Damn it, this little bastard had entered the drama too quickly!

Qiao Mu knelt on the ground and hugged Xi Muqiao's firm and powerful thighs. As she sobbed, she recounted her tragic life and wiped tears and snot on Xi Muqiao's stiff pants.

Xi Muqiao's eyes widened, black lines hung from his forehead and he disdainfully swung his leg. This little thing was as lazy as a sloth, clinging onto his leg and not letting go. This was too much.

Ten minutes later.

Qiao Mu was still crying. It was unknown if she was really scared or not, but at this moment she did not speak and only cried.

Xi Muqiao's heart softened. In the end, she was still a little thing that he had been thinking about for more than ten years. Seeing her cry like this made him unable to bear it.

"Get up." Xi Muqiao reached out to pull Qiao Mu away. The little thing remained unmoved and continued to bawl.

The man's voice was stern and forceful, with a hint of comical menace. "If you don't get up soon, go to the police station."

Pa! The little thing instantly stood up straight. Tears streamed down its face, and it was still crying.

"Don't cry!"

Her fair hand quickly covered her mouth while her other hand stroked her tears. She was afraid that if she was too slow, she would be sent to the police station. Her tears instantly filled her eyes.

Xi Muqiao's loving gaze landed on Qiao Mu's face. In the next second, the corner of his mouth twitched. He couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Qiao Mu was stupefied. A moment ago, her grieving expression had frozen. Her face was covered in tears as she blankly stared at that heaven shocking smile. She had never imagined that a man's smile could be so beautiful. He was truly a demon.

That feeling was like rain and dew after a long drought. Water that had been thirsty for a long time poured into his heart, making every pore on his body shiver in comfort.

A small, delicate face the size of a palm, delicate and pitiful eyes, a nose that was slightly red from crying and a mouth that was slightly open and pouting.

However, when she smiled, her beautiful willow leaf eyebrows actually turned into octagonal! Coupled with the little guy's miserable expression, it looked like he was about to be crushed alive!

Xi Muqiao's lips curled up into a smile that he could not retract in time. He looked at Lil Thing's frozen little face, especially that thin willow leaf shaped eyebrows, and could not help but smile.

His little thing, when it comes to crying, his eyebrows actually look so funny.

When he saw Little Rascal's face today, he felt that those funny videos were simply too weak. If he sent this face over, Little Rascal would be furious.

Seeing Xi Muqiao staring at him and laughing, Qiao Mu realized what he was laughing about and quickly raised a hand to cover himself.

Damn it, her eyebrows were like eight characters when she cried. She didn't know why, but she had been mocked countless times since she was young.

F * ck, this is too embarrassing. Did she step on dog shit these few days? One embarrassing thing after another, others have already picked up 100 yuan, so why did the grocery mom change her style of doing things so much?

God, kill me!

Why was it that this dead man had always been refined and elegant from their meeting until now? His every move was beautiful and carried a tinge of nobility.

On the other hand, she's always disgraced. She's really pissed. God is so unfair!

Thinking this way, Qiao Mu's desire to buy a few kilograms of banana apples to honor the heavens was immediately dispelled.

He hurriedly raised his hand to rub his eyebrows. While he was angry, he felt even more wronged. Heavens, why was she in such a miserable state? How did the bad things happen to her?

Bad luck and bad luck, she probably talked about how she looked now.

Thinking of everything that had happened since she was young, her tears couldn't help but fall.

But this time, she only quietly shed tears. The tears quickly gathered in her eyes and rolled down. Qiao Mu did not make a sound and from time to time, she would raise her hand to wipe it.

Even though he was crying quietly, it made his heart ache. Was this little bastard made of water? How could he cry so easily? Xi Muqiao's eyebrows knitted together. He took out a handkerchief and stepped forward, gently wiping the little bastard's tears.

"What are you crying for?"

Qiao Mu raised his head and looked straight into the man's eyes. His long eyelashes were smeared with tears. His eyes were red and tears rolled down his face. His small body trembled.

Little Rascal was scared.

"B-Uncle, I'm begging you, don't, don't send me to the police station, my mom is still in the hospital, I still need to earn money to pay off my debt, I can't enter the police station."

His words caused Xi Muqiao's heart to lurch.

He remembered the thin pages of her life. His heart suddenly shrank like it had fallen into an icehouse. It was so cold that it hurt. He was 20 years old, and his youthfulness had not completely faded yet, but his little girl had already experienced the hardships of this world.

His eyes soured, his eyes reddened, and he found it difficult to breathe. Every breath he took felt like his internal organs were on fire, mixed with a hint of pain.

Fortunately, the tribulation did not wear down her sharpness, she was still the little thing in his memories.

But he knew that the weaker he was, the tougher and sharper his appearance would be. Perhaps this was just a small protective shell.

Her tears flowed down one by one and dripped onto his slender fingers. It was so hot that his fingertips trembled. It was also so hot that his heart ached …

Qiao Mu's almond-shaped eyes carefully looked at the silent man. There was a trace of panic in his eyes, and his face was full of anxiety. His voice also trembled as he said, "You, what kind of compensation do you want? As long as I have it, I'll give it all to you."

The man sighed lightly. His half-lidded eyes hid the moisture in his eyes. He spoke in a low and deep voice with a hint of undetectable hoarseness, "Don't worry. I won't send you to the police station even if I don't want compensation."

The handkerchief had been soaked. Was this little thing made of water? Was there so much tears?

"Huh?" Qiao Mu's expression was lifeless.

No compensation, and no going to the police station. That means we have to follow the rules of the underworld? The knife fell from his hand. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Wuu ~ ~" Her body was shaking even more. She pouted her lips and her expression turned sorrowful. Her tears fell again.

F * ck, I've said so much, but I still can't escape.

There was nothing he could do about Little Rascal's tears. Damn it, he had already said that he would not send any compensation to the police. Why was he crying now? Was he crying from joy?

"Wu wu, uncle, I know you're the head of the underworld, but I don't want to lose an arm or a leg. Wu wu, can we replace them with something else? I don't want to become disabled, wu wu …"

Xi Mubai held his forehead.

"You're saying that I'm the head of the underworld?" Who the hell had ever seen such a handsome, elegant, and refined mafia lord?

Little Rascal's eyes were brimming with tears as it nodded, "Ang."

Xi Muqiao, who was still feeling sorry for Little Rascal a moment ago, felt that he was about to die from anger. His temples throbbed again, and he didn't know whether to laugh or to be angry with him.