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

At around four o'clock, Yan Zhengting came back from the city.

He opened the door from the outside and came in. The tempting aroma of food hit his nostrils.

In the living room, Yan Jingqiu was holding her younger brother and playing with him.

When she heard the door open, she turned around and saw Yan Zhengting coming back, and shouted happily: "Dad, you're back."

Yan Jingqiu felt relieved when she saw her father's eyes looking towards the kitchen.

"Well, Aunt Qian is cooking in the kitchen." Yan Jingqiu directly answered what her father wanted to know before he asked. She knew that the first thing her father would do when he came home was to ask for Aunt Qian.

"Yeah, I got it." Yan Zhengting didn't expect that his daughter would see through his thoughts, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

However, there was still no expression on his face, pretending as if nothing had happened. The old father still had to save his face.

At this time, Yan Qinbei, a child, saw that his old father had no intention of paying attention to him, but insisted on making his presence felt. He was babbling and kept reaching out for him to hug him.

However, he obviously overestimated his status in his father's heart.

The next second, Yan Zhengting walked up to his son, touched his little head, and said, "Let my sister hold you first, while dad goes to find mom."

After saying that, Yan Zhengting walked around him and walked into the kitchen, where he saw his little woman wearing an apron and concentrating on washing the vegetables in her hands.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her body through the window, giving her a layer of light, which seemed to add warmth and beauty to her.

He leaned against the door quietly, watching her every move. There was a smile on the little woman's face, and she was humming a tune he had never heard before.

At this moment, his heart melted completely, as if there was a warm current flowing in his chest. He felt the warmth of his beloved, a feeling of being cared for and loved.

In just over a year, the appearance of this little woman gave his previously boring life meaning and color.

He just felt as if something was filling his heart to the point of overflowing. It was love for her, a love that was getting deeper and deeper.

"Manman." Yan Zhengting approached her and gently hugged her waist from behind.

"You're back." Qian Yiman turned around and looked at him with a smile.

"Well, I miss you so much." He lowered his eyes gently and whispered sweetly in her ear.

With no way to express his full love, Yan Zhengting turned her body, leaned over and kissed the little woman.

Lips met, their breaths mingled, love filling the kitchen.

Qian Yiman raised his head and accepted his fierce kiss. His mind went blank. He subconsciously clenched his clothes and slumped in his arms.

The big hands around her waist tightened and tightened, so tight that they seemed to rub her into her bones. They hooked the tip of her pink tongue and entangled her domineeringly, absorbing the sweetness in each other's mouths...

In the living room, Yan Jingqiu felt thirsty and wanted to go to the kitchen to pour a glass of boiling water.

As soon as she walked to the door with her brother in her arms, she froze in place as if she had been tapped, and was stunned by the scene in front of her.

She saw her usually serious old father holding Aunt Qian and kissing her passionately.

Is this something she can see?

Fortunately, the child Yan Qinbei was very well-behaved at this time and did not make any sound. Yan Jingqiu was stunned for two seconds and finally reacted, and quickly walked back to the living room with her brother in her arms, pretending not to see anything.

She sat on the sofa in shock, shaking her head, trying to forget what she had just seen.

Is that still her serious father?

Why does she feel like Aunt Qian is being bullied...

"Yeah..." Yan Qinbei, a kid, saw his sister was in a daze and not playing with him, so he grabbed her hair.

Yan Jingqiu came back to her senses from the pain, but looking at the innocent-looking little guy, she was reluctant to say a word to him.

......

In the kitchen, the couple, who were neither shy nor shy, continued to indulge in their selfless love.

In fact, with Yan Zhengting's vigilance, how could the sound of Yan Jingqiu's walking just now be hidden from his ears, but he chose to ignore it. He could no longer stop. At this moment, he wanted to follow his heart.

After a long time, their lips finally separated.

There was a slight "pop" sound in the air, and there was a silver thread between their lips, which made Qian Yiman's cheeks turn red with embarrassment.

Yan Zhengting hugged her quietly for a while until their breathing calmed down.

"My dishes haven't been cooked yet~~" Qian Yiman leaned obediently in his arms, with a hint of softness in his voice.

"There's no rush... I'll take care of the rest." He touched the little woman's slightly cold fingertips, his voice low and gentle.

Qian Yiman looked up at him and refused: "No, no, I want to cook a table of food for you tonight."

Occasionally, she also wants to pamper her man, and she can't just enjoy his kindness to her.

The man suddenly smiled, his smile as warm as the sun. He looked at her and slowly said, "I don't know, Mrs. Yan, can you give me a chance to help you wash and chop vegetables?"

Yan Zhengting was heartbroken when her hand was so cold when he touched it just now, and he was determined not to let her touch cold water again.

"That's right." Qian Yiman was attracted by his smile.