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

Hot breath brushed his cheeks.

Her whole body felt like it was on fire. Although the north wind was howling outside and it was extremely cold, Qian Yiman felt extremely hot.

At this time, their bodies were tightly intertwined like vines, and their hot breaths were filled with desire for each other.

The two of them just wanted to take further action.

The more critical the moment, there are always obstacles.

"Wow wow wow..."

No, the child Yan Qinbei in the crib woke up crying at an inappropriate time.

As soon as he heard his son's cry, Qian Yiman suddenly woke up, pushed the man away and immediately got out of bed, picked him up and started to coax him gently.

Yan Zhengting, who was so suddenly interrupted, rubbed his temples. At this time, he felt that his whole body was about to get bad.

After Qian Yiman put his son to sleep again, he turned around and saw his man lying on the bed with an annoyed look on his face. He couldn't help but feel a little pitiful and funny about him.

She walked over, climbed onto the bed and lay in his arms, playing with his big hands, and couldn't help but smile: "Captain Yan, you can't blame me for this, it's all your son's fault. If you want to blame, blame him. "

The mother betrayed her son without any hesitation.

"Well, when he gets older, I'll beat him back."

It was too late now. He would have to go to work in half an hour. Yan Zhengting could only hold her and lie down for a while.

After listening to the man's words, Qian Yiman pouted and glared at him: "No, you are not allowed to beat my son casually!"

Looking at her like a tigress protecting her cubs, Yan Zhengting was also amused by her. He reached out and scratched the little woman's nose and said, "Why can't it be done again? Didn't you just ask me to settle the score with him?"

"I just said it casually, it's not okay anyway, you can't beat my son..."

"Okay, I'll pay back my son's debt to his mother. Since you won't let me beat him, then I have to settle the score with his mother..." The man looked at her with dark eyes, with a smile in his eyes.

Qian Yiman blinked, kissed his hand and said, "You don't want to beat me, do you? Are you willing?"

"I don't want to give up, so I plan to change the way, the one you like..." The man said ambiguously in her ear, with a malicious smile in his eyes.

There was no way, Qian Yiman understood it instantly.

She said harshly: "How did you know I would like it?"

"Manman, your body is honest..."

"Hmph! Don't you like it?"

"I like it, I like it very much."

The two of them were tired of each other, and it wasn't until ten minutes before going to work that Yan Zhengting reluctantly let her go.

He pressed a kiss on the little woman's forehead, "Get some sleep, I'm going to work."

Qian Yiman responded obediently: "Okay."

Under her reluctant gaze, the man closed the door and walked out of the bedroom.

Qian Yiman retracted his gaze and hugged his pillow. His good scent still lingered on it. It felt like he was still holding him in his arms.

She fell into sleep unconsciously...

……

When she woke up again, she was still woken up by her son crying.

As soon as he got out of bed, he felt a little cold. Qian Yiman put on his coat and went to hug him.

Changing his diaper, he muttered to himself.

"Little ancestor, in my last life..." She thought for a while, and seemed to feel that something was wrong, so she changed her words: "No, I must have owed you something in my previous life, right?"

Yes, it must have happened in a previous life.

She only lived for so many years in her previous life and she wore it here. Logically speaking, she shouldn't have had time to owe any debts.

"Mom, mom, mom..." Yan Qinbei, a child, blinked his big watery eyes, lay on her shoulder, and kept calling her mother.

Qian Yiman patted his little butt, "Little guy, you are acting like a baby again..."

"Mom." The little guy inherited his old mother's heritage, and it's easy to act coquettishly.

"Okay, if you win, then mom will reward you with a bowl of rice cereal..."

"mom!"

The two mother and son are like this, you say yours and I say mine, no one can influence the other.

When he came to the living room, Qian Yiman put his son in the cart and went into the kitchen to cook rice cereal.

However, the little guy was not very active in eating rice cereal today, and the old mother was very tired from feeding him.

Fortunately, Yan Jingqiu came out of the room after finishing her homework, sat next to him, and made him happy with toys.

The little guy then started eating obediently.

After wiping the rice cereal from the corner of his mouth, Qian Yiman looked at the empty bowl in his hand and exhaled. The feeding was finally completed!

Should I say it or not, it is really difficult to feed the little cub!