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

   Crazy, went to throw another Black Forest cake, and threw it on Qin Ting'an's face.

  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 exclaimed.

  Christmas got 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, 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 you 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, frowned, 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.

   Keep company 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 .

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

  She ate it in one bite, then found a mop and rag from the kitchen, and began to clean the living room with great difficulty. 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 is already pointing to one o'clock in the middle of the night.

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

   Does anyone want it too?

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

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

   She stopped, panting, breathing raggedly, 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 suddenly turned around 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 bear in a blink of an eye.

  Qin Ting'an looked at them eagerly.

  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 a little match girl in a fairy tale, she is white and beautiful , it is easy to be amazed at a glance.

   I am so happy to have such a beautiful daughter.

  How high is the appearance of parents worth?

   Actually rest assured to let the child here alone.