The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  Chapter 992 Guardian Angel: Tenderness and Solitude 2

   "Happy birthday, niece."

Qin Ting'an's eyes brightened slightly, and she happily accepted the apple. The feeling of satisfaction filled her heart, like a budding flower being gently squeezed. When she smiled, there was a small dimple on her right cheek, which would sink slightly : "Thank you grandma."

  Grandma smiled even more happily, and sat on the sofa with her to watch TV.

  Grandma has been frugal all her life and is used to living in alleys. Even if Lin Zhinan wanted to take her to live in a building, she did not agree.

  The TV set at home is still the style of more than ten years ago. It is boxy like a big box, and the cartoons that Qin Ting'an likes to watch are playing inside.

  Grandma has presbyopia and doesn't like to wear glasses, but every time she accompany Qin Ting'an, she looks seriously.

  It was a snowy night outside, the signal was not very good, the TV set that had been in disrepair for many years would occasionally flash white snowflakes, intermittent, gray, and make a piercing hissing sound, heralding this unhappy Christmas Eve.

   Until a siren sounded outside.

  Qin Ting'an turned his head abruptly and looked towards the door. Under his long black eyelashes, his pure black pupils reflected the erratic lights in the snowy night, hiding indescribable longing and anxiety.

   After all, he is a six-year-old child. No matter how quiet and introverted his personality is on weekdays, he still has emotions.

  Grandma saw it, her eyes were a little sore, she took off her reading glasses and rubbed the corners of her eyes, then smiled and asked Qin Ting'an to go out and have a look.

  Qin Ting'an bent his eyes and nodded, jumped off the sofa and ran out the door, leaned out half of his body, and saw the black car parked in the narrow alley.

The window was half down, and the woman in the back seat was about thirty years old, mature and intellectual, her long hair covered half of her face, but she couldn't hide the smile on her lips. She was holding a little girl in her arms and holding a The doll was making her laugh with a chuckle.

   did not get out of the car.

  The man in the driver's seat stepped out and waved to Qin Ting'an: "Ting'an, come here."

   "Dad!" Qin Ting'an trotted over.

The man was wearing an iron gray shirt, with a tall and straight figure, wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses. He looked handsome and gentle, with a very manly appearance. When he saw Qin Ting'an, he looked down at his watch. His face was gentle, and he waited for Qin Ting'an to run away. Come to her and ask her, "Are you in a hurry?"

   "No." Qin Ting'an's voice was crisp.

  Grandma followed and looked at them leaning on the door. When she saw Lin Zhinan coaxing the child in the car, she frowned.

   "Mom." Qin Xun nodded politely when he saw her.

  Grandma looked normal, pointed to Qin Ting'an and said, "An'an has been waiting for you for a long time today, do you still remember her birthday?"

  Qin Xun was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly: "It took too long for Yiling to check, tomorrow is Christmas, how could he not remember?"

  But Christmas is never Qin Ting'an's birthday.

   "Mom—" A dissatisfied female voice sounded, Lin Zhinan looked out from the car window, with light makeup on and delicate face, "Why are you saying this in front of the children? Are you coming with us today?"

   "I'm an old bone, I can't move, you go back." Grandma is always reluctant to leave the alley.

  Lin Zhinan knew this was the case, and immediately looked at Qin Ting'an, "Ting'an, get in the car, we're going home."

  The black car slowly drove away from the old alley. From the slightly blurred car mirror, Qin Ting'an could see his grandmother gradually turning into a small black spot.

  She was sitting in the back seat next to Lin Zhinan, and Lin Zhinan was holding her younger sister in her arms.

  Qin Yiling seemed to be extremely sleepy, slumped in the woman's arms and refused to get up, holding the doll in her arms, her skin was paler than the doll's, and her dark blue blood vessels were particularly prominent.

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  The previous chapter was rewritten, and it is recommended for babies who read it very early to read it again, with refills.

  (end of this chapter)