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

This touch, this joy.

Qian Yiman was stunned by his own man.

In the evening, in the master bedroom of the Yan family, because of Qian Yiman's active dedication, he experienced the outstanding strength of his own man a few more times.

"Well...I, I give up..." It was like riding a roller coaster several times, it was a soaring feeling.

Qian Yiman felt that the excitement was too much.

"I've just started..." The man took the time to say in her ear, and his hot breath blew into her ear, making her skin crawl.

"I, uh...I beg...um...please take a break during the intermission, rest..." Qian Yiman continued intermittently, finally finishing his words.

She is both good at food and fun-loving.

After all, she would dare to flirt next time.

In the end, the active result is a series of sequelae of back pain.

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the next day.

Because he had to follow the car to the city, Qian Yiman held his waist and got up early.

The two of them had breakfast together from the canteen, and Yan Zhengting sent her to the car outside the compound.

"You must pay attention to safety alone." The man asked a little uneasily.

"Okay, I understand." Qian Yiman responded obediently.

It was only after six o'clock, and Qian Yiman felt sleepy while sitting in the car.

The road construction at this time was not that good. After bumping all the way, Qian Yiman finally arrived. Qian Yiman felt that the steamed buns he had eaten in the morning were about to fall out.

She still has one important thing to do today, go to the newspaper office.

She graduated from high school last year and now the college entrance examination has been stopped.

Although the man in her family has a lot of salary and savings, she is bored sitting around at home all day long, and is afraid that she will become decadent in the long run.

Moreover, she wanted to be financially independent so that her sense of security would overflow, and no amount of money would be too much.

In her previous life, she majored in English, and her own writing skills were also very good. As far as she knew, English translation was very popular at this time and the pay was high. Even if you can't translate it, you can try writing a novel.

Although she wants to make money, she prefers freelancing.

After finding the newspaper staff, Qian Yiman got straight to the point.

"Hello, do you have any English translators here?"

"Yes, yes, but little girl, do you know English?" The middle-aged man pushed up his glasses, looked at the young girl, and asked a little uncertainly.

It's not that he looks down on people, it's because there are very few people who know English in this era.

"of course."

Seeing Qian Yiman's confident look, the middle-aged uncle took her to find the director.

"Little girl, I heard that you are going to take on the job of translating. Please translate this short article for me to read."

"Okay, no problem." Qian Yiman read the short article in his hand, which was only two to three hundred words, and translated it in less than ten minutes.

The director happened to know some English. He was very happy to see that she translated correctly and quickly. He was worried that he could not find the right person.

"For ordinary articles, our remuneration is 2 yuan for every thousand words translated. If we encounter some difficult articles, the price will be calculated separately."

"No problem, but I want to take it home for translation. Do you think that's okay?"

"You can take the ordinary ones back, but you have to finish them on time and send them over."

Qian Yiman promised to deliver a translated article every week. Both parties agreed that this time, she would first bring an article of about 10,000 words back.

After leaving the newspaper office, she stopped by the bookstore and bought two books and a newspaper.

I found a small alley and saw no one was around, so I put all my things in the space.

Then, she took the cloth coupons and money and went to the department store proudly. There were no curtains on the windows at home, so she was blinded by the sun every day.

There is another very important reason. Without curtains, you can't sleep in.

After looking around, the styles to choose from were really limited. Qian Yiman finally chose a fabric with white background and small blue floral flowers to complete the fresh style.

The same operation is done, find a place where no one is around, hold two pieces of curtain cloth in your hand to show off, and leave the rest in the space.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was already dinner time. Qian Yiman had a clear goal and went straight to the state-owned hotel.

I ordered a pan-fried dumpling stuffed with pork and paid three cents for an extra ticket. There were twenty or thirty dumplings in one portion, all delicious and delicious. Qian Yiman ate ten of them.

She went to pack another portion, and then packed the dumplings that she had not finished just now, preparing to take them home for her man to try too.

After dinner, it was still a bit early.

Suddenly it occurred to me that I had no extra pen and paper, so I ran to buy some excitedly.

I originally wanted to buy a gift for Yan Zhengting, but after much deliberation I didn't know what to buy, so I decided to leave it for next time.

The afternoon bus returned at two o'clock. To be on the safe side, Qian Yiman arrived half an hour early and waited.

It was another bumpy journey. When she got home, Yan Zhengting had already got off work and was cooking in the kitchen.

After saying hello to let him know that she was back, Qian Yiman went to study her curtains. First spread the cloth on the table, draw lines on the cloth with chalk, then take out the scissors and cut it to the appropriate size.

Then I found a sewing kit from the cabinet and decided to sew it myself. I don’t have the ability to make clothes, but I still have the skills to sew a curtain in a so-so way.

The idea is beautiful, but the reality is very ugly.

When she finished sewing a curtain, her fingers had been pricked by needles five, six, seven or eight times.

She deeply realized that people who have experienced the 21st century have really degraded their functions in this area.

At lunch the next day, Yan Zhengting saw her fingers were red and asked her what was going on.

Qian Yiman honestly explained the truth of the matter.

Yan Zhengting found that he felt distressed. He held her hand and said gently, "Stop doing it yourself. Take it to the store and let others do it."

"Well, it's done. I didn't expect it to be so difficult." Qian Yiman stuck out his tongue in embarrassment.

After eating, Yan Zhengting wanted to put some ointment on her fingers as if something had happened.

The female man Qian Yiman refused, "It's better not to use it, the wound will be healed in a while."

Yan Zhengting glanced at her helplessly and applied some ointment to her.

Before going to work, Yan Zhengting told her that he would leave the curtains to be washed when he came back from get off work. Qian Yiman promised well, and then took advantage of his work time to do it himself in the afternoon.

His daily training tasks were not easy, and she was not willing to leave him to do everything.

Although netizens said that men who feel sorry for themselves usually don't end well, she really couldn't bear it.