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

Yan Zhengting and Qian Yiman, a couple who were neither shy nor ashamed, stayed in the bathroom for a long time before coming out.

The two returned to the room and each picked out a set of clothes for the other. As soon as they changed and were about to open the door and go out, the child Yan Qinbei woke up in a high-profile manner.

Hearing the little guy's loud cry, the two stopped. Yan Zhengting took the initiative to go over and pick him up, and first changed him into a clean diaper.

My body feels dry and the little guy stopped crying. He is very well-behaved in his father's arms.

"It's cold, let's put some clothes on my son first." Qian Yiman went around to the other side, took his son's clothes from the chair, and handed them to Yan Zhengting for him to wear.

Yan Zhengting took the clothes and dressed his son very skillfully.

This set of bright red cotton-padded jackets was made by Yan's mother for her grandson. Yan Qinbei's children are very eye-catching when they wear them, but they look very festive and very warm in the New Year.

Seeing the gum in the corner of his son's eyes, Qian Yiman walked to the bathroom and silently twisted a towel and prepared to wipe the little guy's face.

I heard that almost no children like to wash their faces, and Yan Qinbei is no exception. When he saw his mother walking towards him with a towel, he immediately hid his little face on his father's chest.

The little guy was like a little ostrich at this time, sticking his butt out and burying his face in the soil, deceiving himself and others.

The couple both laughed at his cute appearance.

Qian Yiman even laughed out loud and slapped the kid's butt insultingly, "Hey, kid Yan Qinbei, do you think you can hide?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Yan Qinbei, a child, continued to hide, but he did not remain silent. What he said seemed to be a protest.

However, the old mother would not allow him not to wash his face. When Qian Yiman gave a look, Yan Zhengting immediately understood what she meant and easily turned the little guy around to face Qian Yiman.

When the child Yan Qinbei came to his senses, he saw the malicious smile of his old mother at a glance. Just as he was about to turn around, his old father restrained his little head. The next second, a warm towel was wiped directly on his face. .

His eyes suddenly turned dark, and he was moaning, unable to hide.

"Hey, little guy, I caught you! Your parents have eaten more salt than you have ever drank milk. Where do you think you can hide?" The kid is so funny, Qian Yiman gave him I wiped my face and kept laughing.

Washing once was not enough, so Qian Yiman returned to the bathroom and twisted out a towel. The couple continued to cooperate tacitly and wiped the reluctant little guy's face again.

"Tell me, why don't you like to wash your face? It feels so good after it's washed, isn't it..."

"Mom! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah..." Yan Qinbei's child had nowhere to escape, so he could only express ten levels of baby talk.

Qian Yiman teased him with a smile, "I can't help it. Who told you to be young? Now you can only listen to us. If you want to resist, wait until you grow up..."

Yan Zhengting looked at the interaction between mother and son, feeling both funny and warm at the same time, and the corners of his mouth rose silently.

"Also, let's put on the fragrance..." After washing his face, Qian Yiman asked Yan Zhengting to control the little guy and help him apply some baby moisturizer.

Whoever likes to apply this moisturizer will apply it. The little guy waved his little hands and huffed.

Qian Yiman smiled and reassured: "Don't be angry, mom promises this is the last time, okay..."

She bought this baby moisturizer on Taozi APP. It is an old local brand and is safe and guaranteed.

Just apply it in winter and your face won't be dry or red. It's cheap and easy to use.

Qian Yiman breathed out, gently pinched the little guy's pink face, and said with emotion: "Huh... It's finally better. Mr. Yan, you are really difficult to take care of."

The child Yan Qinbei was still remembering that his mother forced him to wash his face, and he angrily turned his head and ignored her.

Qian Yiman smiled and coaxed: "Okay, okay, can I compensate you with half a bottle of milk powder later?"

"..."

"You don't speak? Then I'll take it as your acquiescence..."

"Yeah yeah yeah..."

"It's too late, I've already taken it as your consent."

"Yeah yeah yeah..."

"Don't agree? How about reducing the bottle by half?"

"..."

Yan Zhengting couldn't help laughing, and said in a warm voice: "Okay, stop teasing him, he will really cry later..."

Qian Yiman then put away his childishness and returned to the image of a steady old mother.

Yan Zhengting held his son with one hand, leaned over and kissed the little woman on the forehead.

Then, he touched her hair, held her hand, and said softly, "Come on, let's go downstairs for breakfast."

It has to be said that Yan Zhengting knows how to accurately handle his son and wife.

Qian Yiman was like a petted cat, following his man downstairs very obediently.