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

Yan Zhengting: "Then lie down?"

"I want to do something different..." Qian Yiman kept saying nothing.

"You want this?" Yan Zhengting looked at her and asked tentatively.

"No, your knees will hurt after a long time..." Qian Yiman shook his head.

This little woman...it won't work either this way or that way.

Yan Zhengting helplessly patted her buttocks, dumbfounded, "Didn't you just say that you let me do whatever you want? Huh?"

"Then think about it again..." Qian Yiman said coquettishly.

"I understand what you mean..." Yan Zhengting's eyes darkened and he smiled softly.

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and turned her back to him.

He held her waist with his big hands, hugged her from behind, and said in a hoarse voice: "Try to see if you like it..."

Without warning, he...

She exclaimed, "Um...you, sneak attack..."

"Well, you will like it." Yan Zhengting found her chin, pulled her face, brought his lips up, and kissed all her words...

The clouds and rain have begun to subside.

The two people on the bed looked satisfied, and the huge bedroom was filled with a thick and sweet smell.

I was loved so much just now.

At this time, Qian Yimanrou became a puddle of water, lying lazily on Yan Zhengting's strong chest.

Her white and tender cheeks still had some red glow that had not faded away, and her eyes were as wet as spring water...

Qian Yiman couldn't understand why she was the one who flirted first but was the one who finally gave in?

Looking at the energetic man, he asked delicately: "Captain Yan, why don't you look tired?"

The corners of Yan Zhengting's lips curled up slightly, enjoying the aftertaste, and teased: "Probably, maybe an older person like me is more suitable for manual labor, someone who works hard and doesn't complain..."

"..."

The corners of Qian Yiman's mouth twitched. These words sounded like tea.

When it comes to the heavy topic of age, this man is very petty, and it is clear from hearing this that he still holds grudges for what she just said.

His own man coaxed him, Qian Yiman said with a smile: "Come on, let me see whose man is so young and handsome, and knows how to love his wife."

"Manman, the traces of acting are a bit obvious." Although Yan Zhengting said this, he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

Qian Yiman felt relieved and said: "Then do you like to hear it?"

"Well, not bad."

"Yan Zhengting, listen to me, you are not old at all, you are just right for me. It is not that young people have pursued me before, but from beginning to end, you are the only one I want..." Qian Yiman said seriously She looked at him and said seriously, with little stars in her eyes.

The man gives her a sense of security, and she also wants to give him a sense of security.

"From now on, if a young man comes to chase you, you are not allowed to run away with others."

"How about you tie me to your waistband with a rope?" Qian Yiman looked at him, grinning.

"Well, that's a good idea. I'll buy a rope to tie you up tomorrow." Yan Zhengting was amused by the little woman in his arms and cooperated with her.

Qian Yiman burst out laughing. This man was getting more and more interesting.

……

It's half past twelve in the morning.

The child Yan Qinbei woke up crying in his crib.

Qian Yiman was loved so much at night and was sleeping soundly in the man's arms.

When Yan Zhengting heard his son's cry, he immediately opened his eyes, got out of bed, got dressed, and went to hug him.

He was afraid that if he was too late, he would wake up the little woman in his heart.

"Shh, stop crying, don't wake up mom."

After saying that, he put on the little guy's coat and carried him outside the living room to change his diaper, fearing that there would be too much noise in the bedroom and wake Qian Yiman.

The little guy was dry and dry, and he was held in his father's arms obediently.

"Dad!" The little guy in his arms suddenly shouted.

"Good boy, daddy is going to make milk powder for you now." Yan Zhengting felt soft at the sound of his cute voice, and held him with one hand to make milk powder.

The old father was very skillful in making milk powder and quickly solved his son's food and clothing problem.

The little guy has been sleeping for so long and is already hungry.

In Yan Zhengting's arms, he held the bottle and started drinking.

After getting enough sleep and eating, the little guy was in a pretty good mood. He was babbling in Yan Zhengting's arms and talking to him in level 10 baby talk.

"Ahhhhhhh..."

"father!"

"father!"

"Dad! Dad! Dad..." The little guy stood on his father's lap, calling him constantly like a repeater.