Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

A brown plush bear was discarded next to a trash can.

It was sitting in the snow, with a naive smile on its face, a black bow tie on its neckline, and its soft brown fur was covered with wind and snow. It looked gentlemanly and funny.

Qin Ting'an's gaze froze.

In a trance, there was a feeling of seeing each other.

With a gentle smile, the doll's dark brown eyes were staring silently in her direction.

A passer-by casually threw an unfinished yogurt box into the trash can. The box hit the edge of the trash can and was not thrown in. It rolled down and hit the bear's head with a "pop!" Then it falls to the ground.

Qin Ting'an's heart beat unexpectedly following the sound of "pop!", and it became tense.

It will hurt.

Surely it will.

Little Bear was still sitting next to the trash can smiling, who discarded the baby, no one cares.

"Listen!" the deep female voice called her, "What are you looking at? Stand there!"

"Little bear." Qin Ting'an whispered two words.

Lin Zhinan didn't hear clearly: "Hurry up and get in the car."

Qin Ting'an responded, brushed off the snow that was on his body when he fell down, walked into the car, and couldn't help but look at the doll in the corner across the street.

It's still laughing.

"Mom..." Qin Ting'an tugged Lin Zhinan's sleeve, "I want..."

"boom--"

The door was closed.

Lin Zhinan led her into the car with one hand, and slammed the door shut with the other: "Go home."

Qin Ting'an's voice was also shut down.

It was nearly nine o'clock in the evening when they got home. They lived in the Hope Community in the city center, Unit 1602, Building [-].

The key unlocked with a clicking sound.

The heating at home dispelled the chill outside, and the clock hanging on the wall was ticking, and the pointer slowly pointed to nine o'clock.

It's three hours before Christmas and the table is already covered with a huge red velvet cake.

"Wow!" Qin Yiling ran over at once, "It's so beautiful!"

"Pretty, isn't it? Parents made this specially for Yiling." Lin Zhinan said happily.

"What about sister's?" Qin Yiling tilted his head and asked in doubt.

Lin Zhinan lifted her finger to the cake next to it: "My sister's is here, one for each person."

Qin Yiling saw the Black Forest cake next to him, pouted and acted like a baby: "This one is so beautiful, Yiling wants two!"

Lin Zhinan was helpless: "Be obedient, you can't eat that much."

"I can eat one bite each!" Qin Yiling said with a smile, "My sister will definitely not mind."

"No." Qin Ting'an suddenly said, looking at Qin Yiling with a piece of unmelted snowflakes on his eyelashes, "I will mind."

"You two stop fighting, wash your hands and prepare to unwrap Christmas presents and birthday presents." Qin Xun just took it as a joke between the two children and didn't care much, took off his down jacket and wore a shirt at home.

Qin Yiling was still there in a daze, her smiling face collapsed, she was obviously not happy, when she passed by Qin Ting'an, she snorted heavily, and bumped her shoulder with her shoulder: "I hate you."

Tong Yan Wuji.

Lin Zhinan just laughed at Yiling's cuteness.

What do young children know, who cares about the etiquette among adults.

"When, when—"

"when."

When the clock strikes midnight, Christmas Eve officially ushers in Christmas, and Santa Claus will hang gifts on every child's bedside.

The living room turned off the lights, two cakes were placed on the table, and a total of twelve candles were plugged in. As the candles flickered, everyone's faces were blurred and full of smiles.