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

The showers have begun to subside.

Qian Yiman was like a sleepy kitten, nestling in Yan Zhengting's arms very obediently. The man at this moment was sexy and seductive.

"I miss you..." Qian Yiman was in his arms, softly telling her feelings for him.

"Yes, I know." Yan Zhengting tightened his arms. He had just felt the enthusiasm of this little woman.

"How do you know?" Qian Yiman looked up at him and asked.

"You were very hot just now..." Yan Zhengting whispered in her ear.

"You, you... why have you changed like this?" Qian Yiman suddenly blushed like an apple and stammered.

It really goes with that sentence. When a man becomes aroused, there is nothing wrong with a woman.

"Because of you." Yan Zhengting kissed her ear carefully and replied.

Because of her, he gradually became addicted and could no longer restrain himself.

"I, I propose to fight again tomorrow."

Feeling his hot palm gradually moving downward, Qian Yiman quickly grabbed his hand and said.

"The proposal is invalid." Unable to refuse, Yan Zhengting continued to lower his hand and said as if he was thinking of something, "Don't worry, I won't miss you tomorrow."

What do you mean she won't be missing tomorrow?

Did she mean it?

Qian Yiman felt that his legs and waist were getting weaker.

I’m asking a question online. It’s very urgent. What should I do if my husband is too good?

Of course, the only person who responded to her was Yan Zhengting's seemingly inexhaustible strength.

Just like that, another hour passed.

"I'm hungry." Qian Yiman lay on his chest and said.

"What do you want to eat?" Yan Zhengting hugged her, feeling the delicateness of his hands.

"Cook some noodles. I fried some crispy pork yesterday. We can eat it together. It's very delicious." After all the fussing, it was already getting late, so cooking noodles was the most convenient.

"Okay, I'll cook it after I take a shower."

Yan Zhengting was afraid that she would be hungry, so he quickly took a shower and went into the kitchen.

While he was cooking noodles, Qian Yiman held his waist and took his pajamas to the bathroom to take a shower, so that he could have something to eat when he came out.

When she came out of the bathroom, there were two bowls of hot noodles on the table, her favorite tomato and egg noodles.

"It's a bit soft. I put it in the pan and fried it again." Yan Zhengting came out of the kitchen holding the fried crispy meat.

"Yeah, try it. It's delicious when you chew it." Qian Yiman picked up a small piece of crispy meat with chopsticks and fed it to his mouth.

"Well, not bad, where did you learn it?" Yan Zhengting asked casually.

"I learned from my neighbor before." Qian Yiman started talking nonsense.

"Well, what have you been doing alone these days?" Yan Zhengting thought to herself. With her personality, it was really difficult for her to stay at home alone.

Qian Yiman chatted with him about the past few days, and Yan Zhengting listened attentively without any impatience.

"I'm happy that I've made money with my own labor."

Seeing the confident and satisfied smile on her face, Yan Zhengting was also happy. She looked very dazzling like this, "It's worth it if you are happy."

"By the way, I also bought you a white shirt. You must wear it. Don't say you don't like it."

"Okay, I'll wear it tomorrow." She bought him clothes for the first time, and he was naturally very happy.

After clearing away the dishes, Qian Yiman took him back to the room to try on clothes.

The size is very suitable. This man is like a clothes hanger. Such a simple white shirt can give him a different temperament and a bossy look.

"I have to say, you look good no matter what you wear." Qian Yiman crossed his arms, looked at the man in front of him, and praised generously.

After hearing this, Yan Zhengting smiled and touched her hair, "Thank you, I like it very much."

……

After Yan Zhengting came back, Qian Yiman was as happy as a little bee, making soup at home every day.

The two couples get along better and better and become closer day by day.

The days flew by.

It’s time to go to the city once a week again.

Qian Yiman took the article he had translated two days ago and got on the bus to the city.

This time the translation was still praised by Director Huang.

Qian Yiman happily took the money he just received and went to the post office to open a passbook, and by the way, he remitted the living expenses to Yan Jingqiu this month.

She should learn from other time-traveling heroines, save money and buy more courtyard houses for her to keep. Getting rich is not a dream.