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

On the other side, in the study.

Comrade Lao Fang just took out a cigarette.

Before he put it in his mouth, he felt Yan Zhengting's death gaze, "How do you want to die?"

Listening to his sinister tone, Comrade Fang felt a chill on his neck.

"I'm sorry, I forgot that your son was still here..." He glanced at the child Yan Qinbei and immediately put the cigarette back in his hand, showing a very good attitude towards admitting his mistake.

It's so scary, the look in his eyes could eat him up.

Only then did Yan Zhengting look away, picked up the milk bottle on the table and put two drops on the back of his hand. He tested the temperature of the milk powder and made sure it was not hot before passing it to the little guy's mouth.

The child Yan Qinbei was lying in his old father's arms, drinking milk gurglingly, with one short leg resting on the edge of the table very dishonestly, and a little sweat on his forehead.

The little guy was well-behaved and cute. Yan Zhengting helped him wipe the sweat from his forehead, his eyes were full of the love of an old father.

Comrade Lao Fang sat opposite, looking at the scene in front of him, his eyes almost fell out of shock.

The two of them had grown up together. Where had the cold-faced old friend in his memory gone?

Before this, who would have thought that a person like Yan Zhengting would be so doting on his wife and be so gentle and attentive in taking care of his children?

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk... Are you still the same Yan Zhengting?" Comrade Lao Fang looked at his old friend opposite and shook his head, sighing.

Yan Zhengting continued to feed his son with the bottle, ignoring his teasing.

After all, it's not just a matter of a day or two for this friend to be hurt by his bad mouth.

Comrade Lao Fang continued to mutter, "To be honest, brother, I thought you could only die alone in this life. I didn't expect that you would also have today. It's really not a matter of love. It’s like the old house is on fire, it’s so intense.”

"What? You have forgotten what you were like back then so quickly?" Yan Zhengting raised his eyebrows and asked, reminding him of the things that happened when he was crazy about love.

Comrade Lao Fang felt a little embarrassed when he recalled the things he did back then.

He touched the back of his head and said, "Then I can't compare to you."

"Can you compare with me?" Yan Zhengting glanced at him, and the implication was, how can you compare with me.

"Hey, hey, Lao Yan, are you going too far? What's that look in your eyes? Why can't I compete with you?" Comrade Lao Fang said dissatisfied.

That look, no matter how he looked at it, always meant that he was unworthy.

Sometimes, Yan Zhengting is actually quite venomous. He said quietly: "That's right, it's really incomparable. After all, you stood in the snow crying for most of the day."

This is a king bomb coming directly to the scene.

Comrade Lao Fang was fried on the spot and tender on the outside. He quickly stood up and took a look at the door to make sure that no one was there.

Then, he closed the door and sat back on the chair, saying nervously: "Hey, hey, hey! Brother, can you lower your voice? You promised me not to tell anyone back then..."

Fortunately, Yan Zhengting knew all his previous embarrassments, but he had never discovered any of Yan Zhengting's embarrassments. Comrade Fang was pinched to death.

Yan Zhengting said with a half-smile, "I think your wife would be very happy if she knew about it..."

"Why are you so happy? God knows this, you know it and I know it. We can't let the third person know..." Comrade Lao Fang immediately stopped him.

If his wife knew about this, his status in the family would be even lower.

"My son already knows." Yan Zhengting pointed with his chin to the little guy who was holding a bottle and drinking milk seriously.

"Those who feed on milk do not count." Comrade Lao Fang said speechlessly.

He looked at Yan Zhengting's cute fat son in his arms, and suddenly began to bless him seriously: "Brother, to be honest, seeing that you are living so happily now, with a wife and children, I am also happy for you."

After Lao Fang finished speaking, Yan Zhengting gave him an affirmation, "Well, I finally said something decent."

"Wait a minute, when did I stop speaking properly?"

By this time, the little boy was full. Yan Zhengting took away the bottle and put it on the desk, then wiped the milk stains from the corners of his son's mouth.

Then, he replied: "You don't have any idea?"

Comrade Lao Fang: "..."

Sure enough, he is still a bad friend, and it cannot be changed by just sending blessings.