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

"Tell me, am I pregnant again?"

Thinking of this, Qian Yiman held her stomach and sat up happily. She had always wanted to have a daughter.

"Lie down quickly, don't catch a cold." Yan Zhengting didn't wear any clothes. He was afraid that she would catch a cold. Yan Zhengting quickly pulled her down and laid her down in his arms, and wrapped her tightly in a quilt.

Then, he slowly said: "Manman, the hospital will officially open the day after tomorrow. I will take you to check it out then."

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

"Don't you want children?"

Seeing the man's somewhat annoyed expression, Qian Yiman asked him a series of questions.

Just now she was only thinking about being happy, but now she saw that her man didn't seem to have any happy expression on his face, and she expressed some confusion.

This man loves himself so much. Logically speaking, he shouldn't react this way.

Yan Zhengting sighed lowly, fearing that she would misunderstand something. He touched her hair and explained, "Manman... I'm not unhappy. I just think of all the hard work you put into giving birth, and I'm reluctant to give up."

She had already given birth to a son for him, and he was already satisfied. He had really not planned to let her have a second son. He had seen the hard work the little woman had gone through during pregnancy and childbirth.

It turned out to be like this. Qian Yiman breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. She thought something was wrong with his solemn expression just now.

She kissed the man on the lips several times, grabbed his warm hands and put them on her belly.

Then, he said with a gentle face, "Although it was a little hard at first, I feel very happy to be able to give birth to your child, and you will always be with me. I am not afraid at all... .”

To be honest, if you love a man, you really want to give him a child, at least that's how she feels now.

Moreover, she has a feeling that she should have it.

"I'm sorry, Manman, if it happens, I'll have to work hard for you again." He didn't expect that this little woman would actually say that it was a blessing to give him a child.

Yan Zhengting put his hand on her belly, listening to her soft words, his heart felt unbelievably soft, feeling warm and guilty at the same time.

Her menstrual cycle has always been on time. This time it was delayed for so long. If there were no accidents, she must be pregnant.

"Okay, okay, Comrade Lao Yan, stop being so sullen and smile~~" Seeing that he was worried, Qian Yiman pulled the corner of his lips and coaxed him to smile to himself.

Seeing her trying her best to make herself happy, Yan Zhengting smiled at her. How could he not love such a little woman.

Qian Yiman nestled in his arms and was already imagining what the child would look like, "If it really happens, it will be almost a month ago. It should be the night you came to Hangzhou to find me... .”

In fact, she vaguely felt this way that time.

"Well, that's that day." He used family planning supplies on weekdays, but on the day he arrived in Hangzhou, he forgot about her because he missed her so much, and then there was nothing he could do about it that night.

Qian Yiman was a little excited. She seemed to have seen her daughter waving to her. She pulled Yan Zhengting and kept talking, "Tell me, what will our daughter look like? Will she look like you or me?"

Yan Zhengting was infected by her good mood. He chuckled and followed her words and said, "How can you be so sure that you will be your daughter..."

"I just know. I think my daughter will look like you. Jingqiu looks very much like you..." It is said that a daughter is like her father and a son is like his mother, but her son seems to be more like Yan Zhengting.

She shook her head and said, "No, no, my son already looks so much like you, it's better for my daughter to be like me."

"My son's eyes look like yours." The little woman looked at him with an expectant expression, and Yan Zhengting couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her forehead.

Every time his son cried, with eyes similar to hers open and looking at his pitiful appearance with tears in his eyes, there was nothing he could do about him.

"But my son looks like you in other aspects." Qian Yiman had seen photos of Yan Zhengting as a child, and she felt as if she had given birth to a smaller version of him.

"Then this time, give me a daughter like you..."

After what she said, Yan Zhengting also began to look forward to what the daughter she gave birth to would look like.

Led by Qian Yiman, both of them were a little excited, and they chatted until late in the night before embracing each other and falling asleep.