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

He knelt down, opened his arms, and raised the corners of his mouth gently, "Son, come to daddy."

"Dad!" Hearing his father's voice, the child Yan Qinbei sped up and threw himself into his father's arms.

Yan Zhengting was in a good mood at the moment. He easily picked up his son and lifted him up high, making the little guy giggle.

Qian Yiman returned to the bedroom, took out his camera, and captured the warm interaction between father and son.

The father and son played more and more enthusiastically, and there was no end.

Qian Yiman put the camera on the TV cabinet.

He stepped forward and stopped him with a smile: "Okay, okay, take a rest quickly, your son is having a hard time sleeping at night..."

The mistress of the house had spoken. How dare she not listen? Yan Zhengting immediately restrained himself.

On the other hand, the child Yan Qinbei still had a look on his face.

Seeing the little guy staring at him, Yan Zhengting touched his little head and said, "Let's play next time."

The little guy quickly forgot about it.

"Dad, eat it." Remembering that he still had half a hawthorn slice in his hand, the child Yan Qinbei stuffed it directly into his father's mouth.

After saying that, he clapped his little hands with an expression asking for praise.

Yan Zhengting's expression froze instantly, and he neither vomited nor swallowed.

Thinking of the saliva on the hawthorn slices, his face turned even darker.

"Hahahahaha..." Qian Yiman looked at the scene in front of him and laughed until tears almost fell from his eyes.

I'm sorry, she really can't hold it in any longer.

"Mom, dad, eat it, Beibei, great!"

When the little guy saw his mother smiling so happily, he thought he had done something right and clapped his little hands even more joyfully.

Yan Zhengting glanced at the little woman standing by and gloating, raised his eyebrows slightly, and silently put the little guy on the ground.

He stepped forward and pulled the little woman into his arms, lowered his head and kissed her, halfway into her mouth.

Qian Yiman refused at first, but later, the two of them kissed more and more passionately.

The crystallization of their love was standing on the ground, looking up at their parents who had been talking to each other, feeling a little strange.

He might be a little tired by raising his head and neck, so the little chubby boy simply sat down at his parents' feet and started playing with toys.

The kiss didn't end until there was no more hawthorn flakes in their mouths.

Yan Zhengting rubbed her red and swollen lips with his fingers, "Do you dare to do it next time?"

"I don't dare anymore. I don't dare anymore." Qian Yiman quickly shook his head. Whoever likes to eat these hawthorn slices will eat it.

She glanced at her son, who was sitting at her feet and playing happily, and thought to herself, son, my mother has suffered on your behalf.

The man was very satisfied with her answer. He touched her belly and said dotingly: "Are you hungry? I'll cook for you..."

After saying that, he was ready to enter the kitchen.

Qian Yiman stretched out his hand to hold him, "You can eat ready-made food today, I have already prepared it."

"You're disobedient again." There was helplessness in the man's tone.

"You have lost weight recently. I don't want you to work so hard~~ I also made soup. You can drink more to replenish your body later..." Qian Yiman touched the face of his man who had lost weight and felt distressed. said.

Regardless of whether he agreed or not, she had already decided that she would stew more soup for him to replenish his body.

Next, the warm atmosphere quickly changed into a different style.

Suddenly, Yan Zhengting leaned close to her ear and said with a faint smile: "Manman, if I don't make up for it, you won't be able to bear it anymore. If I continue to make up for it..."

Damn it! I was seduced by this old man again!

After hearing the second half of his words, Qian Yiman's face turned red enough to bleed.

Then, uncontrollably, memories began to replay in my mind, and my heartbeat began to accelerate.

what happened? Could it be that you have been a vegetarian for too long?

"Yan Zhengting, don't talk nonsense, your son is still here~~" Qian Yiman's eyes were evasive, not daring to look directly at his man.

"Don't be afraid, he doesn't understand yet." Looking at her shy look, Yan Zhengting unconsciously loosened the top button of his shirt.

Qian Yiman glared at him and said coquettishly: "Then don't say anything!"

The man smiled solemnly and said, "Okay, no more talking, let's go eat."

Afraid of teasing her, Yan Zhengting stopped as soon as he could.

He bent down, picked up his son on the ground with one hand, and took his little wife to eat with the other.

Yan Zhengting put his son directly into the stroller, and at the same time did not forget to throw him a toy to keep him company.

Finally, the child Yan Qinbei got tired of playing. He sat in the stroller with his fingers and glanced at his parents beside him.

There are many question marks on my forehead.

What's happening here?

Logically speaking, isn't this baby the one who should be fed?

Why is it his biological mother who is being held in his lap by his biological father and being fed now?

However, his biological father and mother have no time to pay attention to him at the moment.

One is indulging in feeding, and the other is eating sweetly.

"My son hasn't eaten yet~~"

"You are more important. Let's wait until you are full. Be good and take another bite..."

In confusion, the child Yan Qinbei was forced to eat a handful of dog food from his parents.

No wonder the two of them didn't feed him right away. It turned out that the dog food was waiting for him here.