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

As another person who knew the truth, Yan Jingqiu was leaning against the door, silently sympathizing with her brother in her heart.

She watched for a while and then returned to her room. It was better to escape from this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

Yan Zhengting walked over and touched his young wife's hair, with a smile in his eyes, "Why do I see that it seems that you are bullying him..."

"Uh...I, I was just joking with him..." Qian Yiman, who was sitting by the bed, touched his nose guiltily, then hugged the man and buried his head on his strong abdominal muscles.

Seeing her coquettish look, Yan Zhengting smiled and chuckled, "Well, I know, it's okay..."

No one has been there to comfort him. At this moment, the child Yan Qinbei, who was lying on the bed and crying loudly, felt even more aggrieved and cried louder.

snort! You are noble! You are so loving! Can't you see I'm crying?

His cries seemed to tell him that the prankster was comforted, but why was he, the victim, not the one!

In the end, the old father is more mature and steady.

After Yan Zhengting had finished coaxing the eldest son, he picked up his son who was crying in sadness, patted his back and coaxed patiently: "Come on, dad, hug him, don't cry anymore, mom is just joking with you..."

He usually coaxes the older ones a lot, but he is also very good at coaxing the younger ones.

Yan Qinbei's crying gradually subsided under the comfort of his old father.

But he was still sobbing, and he looked so pitiful.

The little guy was so happy that Qian Yiman felt distressed at the moment and regretted it.

She walked over and coaxed softly in front of the little guy: "Son, it's mom's fault. Mom won't push you next time, okay..."

From now on, she will aspire to be a mature mother.

Unexpectedly, the little guy didn't buy her fault at all. He leaned on Yan Zhengting's shoulder without even looking at her.

It looks like this is really sad.

Qian Yiman: "..."

How should she comfort the little boy who had broken his heart for more than six months?

......

Yan Zhengting coaxed his son, then carried him to the bathroom and wiped his face.

After coming out, he took a look at the time and said, "Manman, come hold him while I go cook."

"Son, mom, hug him." Qian Yiman had been waiting beside him for a long time. He gave his son a motherly smile and reached out to hug him.

Unexpectedly, the little guy was quite angry. He immediately turned his head to the other side and rejected her. His chubby hands were still holding Yan Zhengting's clothes tightly, for fear of being forcibly taken away by Qian Yiman.

"..." Qian Yiman twitched the corner of his mouth, walked to the other side to coax him, and then he twisted to the other side.

In short, when Qian Yiman goes to the right, he twists to the left, Qian Yiman goes to the left, and he twists to the right...

The mother and son were like hide-and-seek there, you chase me and hide, you hide and I chase...

Until five minutes passed, Qian Yiman still didn't succeed.

It was truly her own fault, so she had no choice but to surrender.

Helplessly, he put his hands on his hips and said to Yan Zhengting: "How about I go cook."

At this time Yan Jingqiu came out, smiled and stretched out her hand to Yan Qinbei, "Sister, can I give you a hug?"

The little guy's big dark eyes looked at her hesitantly, as if he was reluctant to leave his father's arms.

"Play with sister for a while. Dad will come and hug you after cooking." Yan Zhengting patted his little butt and said.

"Ah ah ah..." The next second, the little guy really pounced towards Yan Jingqiu.

He was still babbling, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

Qian Yiman: I want a father and a sister, but I don’t want her as my biological mother. After all, her maternal love was wrongly paid...

Yan Jingqiu went to get a small toy, sat on the sofa and coaxed her brother to play with it. The little guy giggled at his sister's teasing.

Seeing their affectionate relationship as brother and sister, Qian Yiman followed his man to the kitchen with confidence, preparing to attack him.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, Qian Yiman hugged his arm and said coquettishly, "Captain Yan, your son dislikes me..."

After coaxing the younger one, he has to coax the older one again. These two mother and son are really his nemesis.

Yan Zhengting laughed and glanced at the kitchen door.

Then he lowered his head and gave her a quick kiss on the lips, "Don't worry, I'll make a bottle of milk for him and it will be ready soon..."

There is nothing that the old father can't solve.

Qian Yiman suddenly understood after listening to his man's words.

"Really, there's nothing a bottle of milk can't solve at the age of six months."

If so, two bottles.

"Manman, there's a lot of fumes inside. You go out and wait." Yan Zhengting had washed the vegetables and prepared them in advance at noon. Now he just needs to fry them in the pot.

"No, I want to give you a hand."

"Okay, then go wash two onions."

"Yes, Commander Yan."