Stepmother from 1970: Uncle holds her in his arms and dotes on her day and night

Before going to bed.

Qian Yiman put the child to sleep in the middle of the bed, thinking that it would be easier to get up at night to breastfeed.

Yan Zhengting came in after taking a shower, looked at his son on the bed, and without any hesitation, he carried him back to the crib.

"You, what are you doing?" Qian Yiman sat on the bedside, stunned by his sexy moves.

After covering his son with a quilt, Yan Zhengting went over and hugged his little wife.

He lowered his head and kissed her red lips, "I don't want there to be a child between us when we sleep. I want to hold you at close range, I can kiss you when I lower my head, and I can see you when I wake up. you."

Qian Yiman: Wow, the boss’s quotes will never go out of style.

She felt greasy at the same time, and the corners of her mouth curled up in beauty.

The couple hugged each other for a long time, but they couldn't do real exercises.

Silently recite form is emptiness a hundred times, then hug each other and prepare to sleep.

Yan Zhengting hugged her and patted Qian Yiman on the back, "Be good, go to sleep. I will get up and hug him during breastfeeding."

"Ah."

It's really comfortable to have someone pat your back while you sleep.

Soon, Qian Yiman fell asleep in the arms of his man...

Wake up early the next morning.

Waiting for Qian Yiman was a fresh and hot breakfast, and there was an unknown flower on the bedside table. It was probably picked by Yan Zhengting on the road during his morning jog.

What a beautiful word on this day! !

……

When coming back from get off work.

I met the postman at the door and Yan Zhengting brought back a letter.

Qian Yiman was looking at the condition of his skin in front of the mirror. It might be that he had been up late and hadn't slept well recently, so he had a few pimples on his face.

Yan Zhengting opened the door and came in, "Manman, here is a letter from you. I just happened to bring it in for you."

"Letter? What letter? Did my parents write to me?"

Qian Yiman was a little confused. Who else would send her a letter except family members?

Other than that, she didn't know anyone.

However, her family just sent her a letter last week. Did it come again so soon? Is something going to happen?

When I thought about it, it didn't seem like it. If it was really urgent, I would have called him long ago.

When I think about it, I feel relieved.

She opened the mysterious letter, and when she opened it, she had a look of surprise on her face.

"Wow!!"

"I'm done, I'm done! Captain Yan, I'm done!"

Qian Yiman opened his mouth from ear to ear with joy, and suddenly realized that his voice seemed too loud. He glanced at his son, but luckily he was not awakened by her scream.

She immediately lowered her voice.

"What happened? Makes you so happy?"

Qian Yiman covered his mouth and looked like he wanted to jump three feet high. Yan Zhengting, who usually didn't like gossip, became a little curious.

"Look, this is the article I submitted to the newspaper years ago. It took me so long to reply. I thought it was not approved."

Years ago, she sent a manuscript to a newspaper in Kyoto. It was a novel she wrote in her spare time.

After sending it, it was like nothing happened, and there was no movement at all. She thought it was all over, but unexpectedly, a letter came to her today.

The letter said that there were too many manuscripts and not enough manpower, so the review process was slow. I just finished reviewing her manuscript a few days ago. Congratulations to her for passing the review and you can start serializing it in the future.

She shared the proceeds from the novel with the newspaper on a six-to-four basis.

After listening to Qian Yiman's words, Yan Zhengting discovered a different side of her. This little woman could always give him some surprises.

"Why are you so awesome!" Yan Zhengting touched her head and praised her heartily.

"Maybe, your mother-in-law gave birth well!" Qian Yiman put his hands on his hips and raised his head like a rooster, with pride written all over his face.

Yan Zhengting was amused by her appearance and asked, "Why did you suddenly think of writing a novel?"

"Before, I was just idle at home. I just wanted to do something I like. Women have to be self-reliant. What if, Commander Yan, you get promoted and make a fortune in the future, and you don't like my poor wife? "

Faced with Qian Yiman's joke, Yan Zhengting's face suddenly darkened.

He slapped her butt like a punishment and said in a low voice: "Qian Yiman, don't talk nonsense."

She was educated by the old man again. The old man couldn't bear to hear her say such things.

Qian Yiman stuck out his tongue and pressed it delicately against him, "Captain Yan, I was just joking."

"That's not OK."

"You really don't know how I treat you? It's only because you dislike me..." Yan Zhengting stared into her eyes and sighed.

He almost took out his heart and showed it to this little woman.

My man stood there, as if he felt a little aggrieved.

Next, Qian Yiman entered the mode of coaxing his husband.

"Oh... of course I know, I am the treasure in your hand..."

"Come on, let me kiss you, don't be unhappy..."

"Captain Yan, smile and let me see..."

"Just smile..."

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