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

As if crazy, she went to throw another Black Forest cake and threw it on Qin Ting'an's face with all her strength.

Sweet and soft cream, squeeze into the eyes and cover the breath.

Qin Ting'an raised his hand to wipe it off, but couldn't wipe it off, his voice trembled, but he couldn't cry: "I don't owe you, Qin Yiling."

At that second, Qin Yiling looked at her with hatred in his eyes: "You owe me a lifetime—"

Qin Yiling's breathing became more and more rapid, his face turned pale and red, and he clutched his heart in pain: "I..."

"Yi Ling!" Lin Zhinan screamed.

Christmas is off to a really, really bad start.

Qin Yiling had a heart attack, and Qin Xun hurriedly drove her to the hospital in the middle of the night.

Qin Ting'an was at a loss for a moment, and raised his foot to follow, but was stopped by Lin Zhinan, his tone was cold and disappointed: "It's fine if you stay at home, you won't be able to help much if you go to the hospital, don't make trouble."

Qin Xun anxiously walked forward with Qin Yiling in his arms, turned his head and glanced at Qin Ting'an, his brows tightened, and finally strode forward with meteoric strides.

In a blink of an eye, Qin Ting'an was the only one left in the whole family.

Companion with the mess in the living room.

"The cake is still edible...it can't just be wasted like this, it's very expensive." The little girl whispered, squatting down, carefully holding the plate and fork in one hand, picking up the unsoiled cake on the floor, and putting it into her mouth inside.

It is greasy to bitter, spreading on the tip of the tongue.

She ate it in one bite, then found a mop and dishcloth from the kitchen, and began to clean the living room with great effort. After working for more than half an hour, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, showing a shallow smile, and the dimple on her right cheek was faintly visible.

"Fortunately, it was not wasted. It's time to go to bed next, it's too late."

The clock was pointing to one o'clock in the evening.

Qin Ting'an couldn't fall asleep no matter what, she hummed a nursery rhyme in a low voice to lull herself to sleep, the tricks tried and tested failed tonight, she thought about that doll again.

Does no one want it either?

Sometimes, it only takes a second for a person to have a crazy idea.

Qin Ting'an ran all the way out of the house, onto the main road, and followed the direction he remembered to find the old residential area.

She stopped, panting and messy breathing, and stared beside the trash can.

Empty.

The doll is no longer there.

The impulsive flames cooled down, and when the snow fell, only embers were left. Qin Ting'an was not reconciled, ran to the trash can, stepped on his feet and looked inside, but there was nothing.

What does not belong to a person originally will never belong.

"Mom, this little bear is so beautiful." A voice sounded, and the three or four-year-old child picked up a brown doll from the ground and said to his mother.

Qin Ting'an turned around suddenly and looked in the direction of the voice.

The young mother pulled the little bear in disgust: "I don't know who threw it. If the baby likes it, mom will buy you a new one tomorrow."

"Okay!" the child said excitedly, forgetting about the little bear in a blink of an eye.

Qin Ting'an looked at them eagerly.

The mother noticed her gaze, looked over, was a little puzzled, and then saw the doll in her hand, "Little girl, is this yours?"

Qin Ting'an opened her mouth, and she heard herself say in a soft voice, "Yes."

The little girl is thin and small, wearing a plaid scarf, her nose is red from the cold, her eyes are red, her skin is white, her hair is black, her eyes are also black, she looks a bit like the little match girl in a fairy tale, she is white and beautiful , it is easy to be amazed at a glance.

What a blessing to have such a beautiful daughter.

How high is the face of parents worth?
It's safe to leave the child here alone.