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

 The same night, when he returned home, Gu Qingqing took out the key and opened the door.

 It was quiet at home, no sound at all.

Gu Qingqing walked to his parents' room. The empty room was quiet.

The Clivia on the windowsill is also silent, seemingly without its former vitality.

 “Woof, woof, woof!”

 Her mother's teddy dog ​​Xiaodie ran to her feet, wagging her tail and barking at her.

Gu Qingqing squatted down and stroked it. When her mother named Teddy Xiaodie, Gu Qingqing thought it was very funny and funny.

 But my mother said, this is a joy!

 But now she sees butterflies circling around her, and bursts of sadness well up in her heart. The butterflies her mother left for her.

 In the dark, is mother hoping for something?

 The text message came at this moment. It was a message from her uncle, asking her to come over for dinner tomorrow night and not be alone at home.

Her parents passed away, and she was at a loss. Her uncle's family took care of the funeral, so Gu Qingqing responded gratefully.

The uncle also knew Lin Zhi'an and knew that Lin Zhi'an had been accompanying Gu Qingqing during this period, so he casually told her to bring her friends with her to thank her.

Gu Qingqing thought it made sense and told Lin Zhi'an.

 Lin Zhian’s WeChat expression: [horrified][horrified]

  Why are there so many dinner parties recently? !

 The sun is still scorching hot at four o'clock.

 The Gu family, the eldest aunt is in the kitchen.

On the stove, the oil in the large spoon was sizzling, the shredded meat was being stir-fried, and the smell of sautéed onions, ginger, and garlic filled the air.

 Put in the broccoli and carrot slices, and shake the large spoon up and down in your hands.

 The last dish is out of the pot.

Mother Gu brought the dishes to the table. "Uncle, I'm sorry to worry you. How are you recently?" Gu Qingqing talked to them.

"Qingqing, it's okay, uncle. When you grow up, don't avoid it. When you are in a bad mood, talk to your uncle and he will help you get through this period." Gu Ningde has always treated Gu Qingqing like his own daughter. His arms were draped on the sofa, and a lot of white hair had grown on his temples, and he spoke earnestly.

“That’s right, Sister Qingqing, you still have my cousin! Don’t treat me like nothing, remember to call me if you need anything!” A boy who was still in his third year of high school came out of the room and pulled off his headphones and said.

As he spoke, he glanced curiously in Lin Zhi'an's direction several times.

Lin Zhi'an wore a dark blue plaid pleated skirt and a white shirt. Her skin was fair and her outline was soft and cute. She was very cartoonish. She stayed quietly with Gu Qingqing - eating - eating - and eating.

 She is here to eat!

"I can do it, don't worry!" Gu Qingqing, who had struggled on the verge of death, has come back to life.

 “Well, you are all young people, let’s chat more.”

 There was a lot of fun at the dinner table.

 The eldest aunt cooked eight dishes in a row.

The little boy found Lin Zhi'an's career as a cartoonist very strange and asked a lot of questions. Lin Zhi'an answered cautiously, word by word.

 “Can this kind of freelancing make money?” The eldest aunt expressed doubts.

"fine…"

Perhaps sensing Lin Zhi'an's reluctance, the eldest aunt kicked the boy under the dining table to signal him not to ask any more questions.

“Sister, can we add WeChat?” behind the dinner table, the boy in short-sleeved shirts asked, with dimples on his cheeks when he smiled, full of energy, “I also like reading comics, and I will definitely buy them if you draw them in the future.”

 “Okay.” Lin Zhi’an, “How old are you this year?”

 (End of this chapter)