Mo Han was so angry that the blood all over his body rushed to his head, and his face turned red, but he helped him, so that his brain returned to normal, and he finally woke up.

"What do you want to do?" He asked through gritted teeth.

Mo Han lay on the ground, his brain spinning rapidly.

He was lying on his stomach now, his backhand was not very strong, and the chair framed his upper body, and he had to lift her down with the chair if he wanted to get up.

Just as he was about to make the next move, Qingjiu had hidden a blade between his index and middle fingers, and she smiled innocently, her fingers running across his face.

With a hint of pain, it swept across his face.

In the next second, a little blood oozed from his face.

Qing Jiu's hand was on his neck, and Mo Han immediately held his breath.

Heckling, are today's children so ferocious?!

With a blade on his body at all times, he pointed to the door of life as soon as he made a move.

Mo Han didn't dare to move, it wasn't him.

He didn't dare to take the risk, and he couldn't afford to take the risk, for he was afraid that she would be too young to know the importance of it, and a slip of his hand would cut his artery, and he would have to confess here tonight.

He suddenly remembered what a friend had told him: Those corrupt bigwigs can talk and laugh with bigwigs of the same level, but they die in the hands of stunned youths. The big guy of the same level will only stab you in the back, and he is full of enthusiasm and is not afraid of anything every day.

Too young to have anything to do, there's nothing to be afraid of.

Otherwise, how can there be this sentence - newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.

Now in the hands of a child, Mo Han finally understood.

Qing Jiu was still talking: "Uncle, you and your girlfriend are ugly to me." I have a psychological shadow now, and I'm definitely going to have insomnia recently, what do you say?! ”

Mo Han: "What do you want to do?" ”

The current Qing Jiu is equivalent to a little devil in his heart.

Mo Han was really afraid of her, afraid that she didn't know the severity.

Qing Jiu: "Of course, it's a compensation for mental damage!" ”

Mo Han: "......"

Beat him, and get money from him?!

Now kid, is it so unreasonable?!

"Uncle compensates you for mental damages, can you take your hands away?"

"Oh no, if I take it away, who knows if you'll pay it or not?"

"I'll transfer money to you now, and you give me the account number."

"No, the transfer can be withdrawn tomorrow, I'm too lost."

"I'll write you a check."

"A blank check? You want to put me in jail? ”

Mo Han has already conceded defeat (. ﹏。 )。

Who can tell him what children are learning now?

Why is it so hard to do it, and when you talk about it?!

Planted in the hands of a child, he was still patiently coaxing her, Mo Han didn't want to be aggrieved in his heart, but there was no way, he still had to continue to coax, for fear that the little devil would give him a knife.

"Tell me, how will I compensate for this mental damage?"

There was a deep helplessness and powerlessness hidden in Mo Han's tone.

"Uncle, why are you so reluctant?!" The little devil's head is crooked, his expressionless little face, and his dark pupils are so cruel how he looks.

As soon as he heard this, Mo Han's heart was not good.

Hurry up and admit it, hurry up and please the little devil.

"No...... The uncle was willing, and the uncle already knew that he was wrong. It's me who is wrong, I look ugly and run out to scare children, I deserve to lose money!! ”

He forced a smile that was more ugly than crying, "Give my uncle another chance, my uncle really wants to lose money...... You see how sincere the uncle laughs?! ”

The audience in the live broadcast room was happy.

King Meow: (^^) Puff hahaha, that's it!!

Snow Mountain One Wang: (. ^▽^) What else can you do if you don't admit it? Is it confronted with her? I'm not afraid of losing my life. He must admit it now and pretend to be happy

One year old and one withered glory: o( ̄▽ ̄)o o, the male protagonist with the see-through eyes of the cool bully is tossed like this, anchor, won't your conscience hurt hahahahahahahaha

Don't eat apple pie: You stand upstairs, when did the anchor have a conscience?

900 million years old and then to heaven: pill This must be the male protagonist in the plot

The little angel sneered: The male protagonist is just right, it's him!

I'm going to toss to death, huh!!

The little bamboo shoot holds the claw, and the Lord Demon Zun comes on the duck!!

Looking at Mo Han's pained expression, Qing Jiu was also very happy.

"Uncle, what should I do then?"

"Do what you say......"

"Alas...... Then I'll help you figure it out. Qing Jiu's hand holding the blade was still against his neck, and with the other hand, he picked up the pen and notebook on the table and threw them on the ground.

Mo Han didn't know what she wanted to do.

Wait for the little devil to ask.

"Uncle, write an IOU. With the IOU, if you refuse to pay back, I can sue you. If you dare to pay your debts, you will become a ...... old man."

Mo Han was stunned.

What? Write an IOU?!

Today's children, how do you do it one by one?!

People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads, but he still resigned himself to his fate.

As for how to write the IOU, she can't understand any small loopholes.

"Okay, uncle, I'll write it now." Mo Han said.

"Think for yourself how much you should lose." The little devil said.

I was confused again, and I was entangled again.

If he writes too much, he will die of grievance, and if he writes too little, he is afraid that the little devil will not be satisfied.

Mo Han scolded the Xu family in his heart, there is only one child in the family, and he can't take care of it well, even if they don't make a move, there is a little devil heir, and the Xu family will still fall, right?!

Don't mention the aggrieved feeling in his heart.

"My uncle is ugly, his brain is not good, and he can't count."

"Good-looking, for the sake of your ugliness and stupidity, I'll give you a hint." The little devil was silent for a few seconds, and then said: "You are so miserable, I am not a bad person, I will be kind enough to pity you and pay me 50 million!" ”

“？？？” Mo Han's face was full of question marks.

Child, do you have any misunderstanding about yourself?

As soon as you open your mouth, you want 50 million, and you still think you're not a bad person?

When he saw that he did not move, he did not speak.

"Isn't it too much?" The little devil asked again.

Mo Han continued to be silent, do you know too much?

In the next second, he was almost so angry that he vomited blood!!

"Okay, 50 million is too much, then 100 million!"

The little devil is the little devil, he is a pure and kind white lotus on his mouth, but he wants human life when he moves, Mo Han is about to die of resignation, but he still has to write.

What can you do if you don't write?

Let her sit on the ground again?!

Mo Han thought about it, how much can she understand as a little kid? Isn't it just a piece of waste paper? Write, he will write now, let alone 100 million, he dares to write 100 million!!

"Okay, it's just 100 million, uncle will write it now."

His head is tilted to the right, which is used to write IOUs.