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

  A brown plush bear was discarded next to the 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 eyes froze.

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

   The dark brown eyes of the doll were smiling gently, facing her direction, watching silently.

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 heartbeat unexpectedly followed the "pop!"

   It will hurt.

   Surely it will.

  Little Bear is still sitting by the trash can and smiling, whoever discarded it, no one cares about it.

   "Listen!" The deep female voice called her, "What are you looking at? Just stick there!"

   "Little bear." Qin Ting'an said two words softly.

  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 at Lin Zhinan's sleeve, "I want..."

"boom-"

  The door is closed.

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

  Qin Ting'an's voice was also turned off.

  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 2.

  The key unlocks and makes 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.

   There are still three hours until Christmas, and the huge red velvet cake is already on the table.

   "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 his fingers to the cake next to it: "My sister's are here, one for each person."

  Qin Yiling saw the Black Forest cake next to her, pouted and acted like a baby: "This one is so pretty, 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, "Sister will definitely not mind."

   "No." Qin Ting'an suddenly said, looking at Qin Yiling, there was still an unmelted snowflake on his eyelashes, "I will mind."

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

  Qin Yiling was still there in a daze, her smiling face collapsed, obviously unhappy, when she passed by Qin Ting'an, she snorted heavily, and bumped her shoulder with her shoulder: "I hate you."

  Children speak freely.

  Lin Zhinan only laughed at Yiling's cuteness.

  What do children of a certain age know, who cares about the etiquette between those 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 lights in the living room were turned off, two cakes were placed on the table, and a total of twelve candles were inserted. As the candles flickered, everyone's faces were blurred and full of smiles.