Counterattack Guide of the Female Cannon Fodder

Crystal snowflakes fell down, between Su Li and Jing Wuge, separated by the fine snowflakes.

The night was getting darker, and Su Li couldn't quite see the expression on his face.

She was still holding the basket of red roses in her hand. After a long time, Su Li said, "I am your sister."

Jing Wuge took a step back, the corners of his mouth curled up, "Yes. Let's go home, it's too cold."

He stretched out his hand, took Su Li's hand, and then took her to the car and opened the door for her.

Su Li sat in the back seat and Jing Wuge drove the car. He took off his original indifferent and gentle expression, like a mask being worn.

His eyebrows and facial features are a bit sharp, and when his face is calm, it will make people feel very cold. As he drove the car, snow fell on the windshield and was blown away mercilessly by the wiper.

It was like he was holding his own heart, and after giving it to his beloved, she was rejected with a smile.

Sitting in the back seat, Su Li couldn't see Jing Wuge's expression. In fact, there was something uncomfortable in her heart. I don't know why, after arriving in this world, she seemed to have lost something. Her intellectual brain could not answer her question, only told her that she wanted to find the answer by herself.

Su Li reached out and touched her heart, always feeling that there seemed to be an empty space there. Did she forget something?

She squinted slightly, thinking about the tasks she had done before, but she had no clue.

The orphanage was not far from the Jing's mansion. It arrived after more than half an hour's drive. Su Li put aside the clutter in his mind and got out of the car.

As soon as he approached the house, Jing Qingqing came over with a grudge on his face.

She looked at Su Li and said, "Why are you back so late? I waited for a long time."

"Why don't you go to rest?" Su Li took off her coat stained with some snowflakes, handed it to the maid on the side, and stepped in soft household shoes.

"Today is Christmas Eve, I want to be with you," Jing Qingqing said with some dissatisfaction, "I clearly said that I will be back soon. What time is this."

It's rare for her to show such an expression. Jing Qingqing always looks cold and cold, as if she is not cannibalistic. At this moment, he started acting like a baby.

"What's so good about Western festivals? New Year's Day will be in a few days, and then my sister will make you a cake to eat." Su Li is very familiar with her child, she is very familiar, after all, she has raised a child.

As expected, Jing Qingqing was easily coaxed by her, and emphasized: "Are there gifts besides cakes? In the past, there would be gifts."

It used to be said that when the Jing family were still there, they had a good time together. The couple spoiled their children very much, and they would prepare gifts for the children during the Chinese New Year. But after their death, there will be no more gifts.

Su Li was silent for a while, raised her hand to touch Jing Qingqing's head, "There will be."

Jing Qingqing stood there dumbfounded for a while, then asked in a cheerful voice, "Really? Sister?"

"Really." Su Li laughed, "but I want gifts too. Every year from now on, we will give each other gifts."

"Okay!" Jing Qingqing is still young, only eighteen years old, and his desire for gifts comes from the heart. "I will prepare a gift for you."

Su Li turned her head and glanced at Jing Wuge, who was silent all the way, "Okay?"

Jing Wuge's eyes moved slightly and the corners of his mouth raised, "Okay."