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

"No, he is the father of my child!"

Seeing that the face of the man next to him was getting darker and darker, Qian Yiman suppressed his inner smile and quickly explained!

"Ah?" The old man's hands that were sorting the candied haws paused and looked at the two of them in shock.

Qian Yiman didn't care how shocked the old man was, and took his man and fled the scene.

Yan Zhengting kept a dark face and said nothing during the whole process.

When he reached a place with few people, Qian Yiman said to the man with a flattering look on his face: "Captain Yan, in fact, you don't look old at all. Really, you believe me."

She said it with such sincerity that she almost stretched out three fingers and swore to God.

"Don't look old? Then you're still old."

"No, I was wrong. You are not old at all. In my eyes, you are the most handsome. I don't dislike you at all!"

"Since you're not old, why do you go out of your way to say it?"

Qian Yiman: "..."

At this moment, she finally realized how the majority of her male compatriots felt when faced with their girlfriends' unreasonable troubles.

This question is beyond the scope.

Sisters, how should you answer?

Waiting online, very anxious.

"how?"

"Feeling guilty?

"not talking anymore?"

Before Qian Yiman could think of how to respond, Yan Zhengting asked three more questions in succession.

Qian Yiman: Is this the legendary way that taking a woman’s path leaves her with nowhere to go?

I have to admit, this is a killer!

She couldn't handle it!

"My son is asleep. Let's talk when we get home. Let's talk when we get home..." Qian Yiman quickly changed the subject and pulled the awkward Yan Zhengting toward the park gate.

Yan Zhengting expressionlessly helped Qian Yiman open the passenger door, and carefully handed his sleeping son to her to hold.

Then, close the door and walk around to the other side, getting into the driver's seat.

......

The old man was really hurt by the old man's words.

Along the way, Yan Zhengting remained expressionless and did not take the initiative to talk to her.

Qian Yiman quietly observed the man next to him, looking for a topic from time to time, and he just responded with a few words of "um" and "oh".

Yan Zhengting was holding the steering wheel and driving the car attentively. His profile was strong and clear, and his nose was high. The sunlight shining on his face made him look even more handsome.

Qian Yiman couldn't help but take a few more glances at the man in front of him.

Forgetting for a moment that he was still angry.

......

Arrived at home.

Yan Zhengting immediately put his son on the crib and went to sleep.

Qian Yiman followed him to the bedroom and saw him covering his son with a quilt. He reached out and hugged his strong waist from behind.

He trailed off, coquettishly and softly, "Captain Yan, don't be angry..."

Yan Zhengting turned around, picked up the little woman who had disturbed his mood, and walked to the bed.

In a moment of spinning, Qian Yiman was half pressed under him.

The buttons on the clothes were unbuttoned one by one...

"You call me old? Are you?" The man looked at the little woman under him, his eyes deep and dark.

He was talking while his hands were busy, not wasting any time.

"Captain Yan, the little girl was wronged..." Qian Yiman grabbed his hand and whispered, "Besides, it's not dark outside yet."

"Although you say I'm old, I still have the ability to take you until dark." Yan Zhengting fixed Qian Yiman's hands above her head with one hand, and continued busy with the other hand.

Qian Yiman: "..."

On purpose, this man definitely did it on purpose!

"Wait, wait." At the last moment, Qian Yiman shouted the brakes.

"We'll talk later." The arrow was on the string and had to be fired. Yan Zhengting restrained the little woman to prevent her from moving.

Then, he leaned over and covered her red lips, swallowing her voice in this lingering kiss.

So anxious!

Qian Yiman stretched out his hand and pinched his waist, all the muscles.

Yan Zhengting hugged her tightly, and the gentleness at the beginning turned into a violent storm later.

He was sweating profusely, as if he wanted this little woman to feel all his passion and love.

Qian Yiman grasped the sheets under him with both hands, his fingertips trembling a little, and his breath was filled with the hormonal smell of Yan Zhengting, mixed with a little other subtle smells.

......

I don’t know how long it took.

Night fell outside, but the lights were still not turned on in the Yan family's bedroom.

"Manman, it's getting dark..."

Yan Zhengting was still holding her, enjoying it endlessly.