Author: Feifei my heart

Like crazy, he went to throw another black forest cake and threw it on Qin Ting'an's face.

The sweet and soft cream squeezes into the eyes and covers the breath.

Qin Ting'an raised his hand and wiped it, but it couldn't be wiped off. His voice was trembling, but he couldn't cry: "I don't owe you, Qin Yiling."

At that second, Qin Yiling looked at her with hatred in her eyes: "You owe me your whole life -"

Qin Yiling's breathing became more rapid, her face turned pale and red, and she covered her heart in pain: "I..."

"Yiling!" Lin Zhinan exclaimed.

What a terrible start to Christmas.

Qin Yiling suffered 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 Lin Zhinan stopped him and said in a cold and disappointed tone: "It's fine if you are at home. You can't help much in the hospital, so don't make things worse."

Qin Xun anxiously hugged Qin Yiling and walked forward, turned back and glanced at Qin Ting'an, frowned, and finally walked forward with a quick stride.

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

Keep company with the messy living room.

"The cake can still be eaten... we can't just waste it, it's very expensive." The little girl whispered, squatting down, carefully holding the plate and fork in one hand, picked up the unsoiled cake from the floor, and put it into her mouth

inside.

It's so greasy that it feels bitter and spreads on the tip of the tongue.

She ate it in one bite, then found a mop and rag from the kitchen, and began to laboriously clean the living room. After working hard for more than half an hour, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled slightly, with the dimple on her right cheek looming.

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

The clock has pointed to one o'clock in the evening.

Qin Ting'an couldn't fall asleep. She hummed nursery rhymes in a low voice to coax herself to sleep. Her tried-and-tested tricks failed tonight, and she thought about the doll again.

Doesn't anyone want it?

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

Qin Ting'an ran out of the house, ran to the main road, and found an old residential area along the direction in his memory.

She stopped, panting, breathing raggedly, and stared at the trash can.

Empty.

The doll is no longer there.

The impulsive flames cooled down, and when the snow fell, only embers remained. Qin Tingan was unwilling to give in, ran to the trash can, stepped in and looked in, but there was nothing there.

What doesn't belong to a person will never belong.

"Mom, this little bear is so beautiful." A voice sounded, and a 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 sound.

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

"Okay!" the child said excitedly, forgetting about the bear in an instant.

Qin Ting'an looked at them eagerly.

The mother noticed her gaze, looked over, a little confused, 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, the tip of her nose is red from the cold, her eyes are red, her skin is white, her hair is black, and her eyes are black. She looks a bit like the little match girl in the fairy tale, fair and beautiful

, it’s easy to be amazed at a glance.

I am so lucky to be able to give birth to such a beautiful daughter.

How good-looking are your parents?
Chapter completed!