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

Summer afternoons are always a bit hot.

In the bedroom, even though the fan was blowing, Qian Yiman was still sweating while lying on the bed.

Only about half an hour later, she woke up from her nap.

He sat up and rested beside the bed for a while, then put on his slippers to look at the little child Yan Qinbei on the crib.

The little guy's sleeping position is unrestricted.

He slept with his legs in the air, his little mouth moving, and the suddenly raised corners of his mouth on his pink and tender face seemed to be telling him about his sweet dream at this time.

Qian Yiman stood by the bed and looked at his son lovingly. He pulled the thin blanket that he had kicked to the corner and gently covered his belly.

Belly buttons must be covered, thousands of years of rules cannot be broken.

She turned around, opened the bedroom door softly and walked out. As soon as she reached the door, she heard a sound from the kitchen.

You can tell with your toes that Yan Zhengting must be making something delicious for her inside again.

Qian Yiman walked over slowly, holding his belly, and sure enough he saw the man busy in the kitchen.

"Captain Yan~~" she shouted softly.

A soft and sweet voice came from behind. Yan Zhengting put the lid on the pot and turned around to see his little woman standing by the door looking at him with a smile.

He took a clean cloth and wiped the water on his hands, then walked towards Qian Yiman.

He rubbed her black and silky hair, smiled back at her, and asked, "Why did you wake up so soon? Huh?"

The man's voice was deep and mellow, very pleasant.

On this summer afternoon, the woman's ears felt a bit tipsy.

Qian Yiman took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off the man's face and neck, with obvious distress in his tone, "What are you cooking in there on such a hot day?"

"I'll make you some red bean soup. Didn't you say you wanted to eat it before going to bed last night..." The little woman was petite, so Yan Zhengting took the initiative to lower her head. This height made it easier for her to wipe sweat.

If you love someone deeply and she wipes your sweat, you will worry about her tiring yourself.

When the man's words fell into his ears, Qian Yiman stopped wiping sweat with his hand.

Huh? When did she say that?

It seemed that even she had forgotten about this matter, but this man actually still remembered it in her heart. He ran to the kitchen at noon in the summer and worked hard for her.

Pregnant women always have a lot of things they want to eat. Sometimes they mention something on a whim, forget it in the blink of an eye, and then change their taste.

This man is so cute and silly sometimes, and Qian Yiman feels even more distressed, "Fool, I just say that casually sometimes, one thought a day, what should I do if I get a heatstroke in the kitchen at noon?"

Yan Zhengting looked at her with indescribable tenderness and love, "I'm not hot, so I'll prepare it for you in advance. It's better than not having it when you want to eat."

He can't replace the hardship of her pregnancy, but he will try his best to do whatever he can.

"You still say it's not hot? Are you just pretending that you're sweating so much?"

"..."

Seeing him speechless after being asked by himself, Qian Yiman did something very bold.

She gently pinched his ears and threatened in a sweet voice: "Be obedient next time, or I will pull your ears. Do you hear me?"

Yan Zhengting was stunned at first by her sudden move.

Then, he laughed deeply and said, "Yes, Mrs. Yan."

When I was a child, my parents never pulled my ears, but I didn't expect that this little woman would make an exception today.

"Well, that's pretty much it~~" Qian Yiman let go of his ears and showed him a brighter smile.

Then, hug one of his arms, close your eyes and lean against him gently.

This kind of life and this kind of man are really addictive...

After a moment, she suddenly stood up straight.

He stretched out his hand towards the man and said, "Yan Zhengting, give me your hand."

"Huh? What's wrong?" The topic changed, and Yan Zhengting didn't even react.

Seeing the mysterious look on the little woman's face, he put his hand on hers doubtfully, wanting to see what she was going to do.

Qian Yiman grabbed his big hand and wrote three words on it with his fingers.

Then, wait for him to guess.