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

"Are you hungry?" Yan Zhengting glanced at her, but there was a smile in his eyes.

Qian Yiman: "..."

Is it so difficult to guess?

She didn't say anything, and started writing one stroke at a time in his palm again, this time in slow motion, just in case he couldn't guess it.

After you finish writing, ask him to continue guessing.

"Are you tired?" Yan Zhengting asked deliberately, with an obvious smile on his eyebrows this time.

Qian Yiman: "..."

Now, if she couldn't see the teasing in his eyes, she would be a fool.

She slapped the man's hand away, poked his chest muscles with her fingers, and stared at him with a pout, "Yan Zhengting, you did it on purpose, didn't you?"

"Men are all the same, they don't cherish it anymore when they get it, right?"

"Do you think I don't love you anymore? Tell me!!"

Seeing that the little woman's eyes were about to burst out with fire, Yan Zhengting laughed in a low voice and did not dare to tease her any more.

Help her push the hair that fell in front of her forehead behind her ears, caress her face, and whisper: "I love you, I would give you my life..."

When he said "I love you", Qian Yiman's temper disappeared without a trace in an instant.

In fact, she knew that the man in front of her loved her so much that he almost took out his heart and showed it to her.

But just wanting to hear him say it himself, she could secretly be happy in her heart for a long time.

Looking at her smiling face, Yan Zhengting unconsciously curled his lips and gently scratched her nose with his fingers, "Are you happy?"

"It's not bad." She raised her chin a little arrogantly.

However, the curve of the corners of her mouth betrayed her.

The man felt enlightened, leaned over and pecked the corner of her lips a few times, and said in a gentle tone, "Manman, I'm very happy."

I'm glad you said you love me.

Facts have proved that men will be equally happy when they hear the confession of their beloved woman.

Qian Yiman pointed to his hair and gave the order, "Since you are so happy, then help me wash my hair."

"Okay, you go to the room and wait for me."

The red bean soup was boiled in a clay pot, but it didn't cook so quickly. Yan Zhengting was going to wash his wife's hair first.

Qian Yiman was pregnant last time and this time. After her belly became pregnant, it was inconvenient to bend down to wash her hair, so Yan Zhengting did it for her every time.

In short, this man pampered her in every way.

There is nothing he can't do except what you can't think of.

He is now very skilled in the hair washing business, and he is very comfortable serving Qian Yiman.

Yan Zhengting went to the bathroom to get hot water and helped the little woman lie down on the bed, letting her head hang over the edge of the bed.

He held her head, ran his fingertips through her hair, lathered and scrubbed her with moderate strength, and massaged her twice from time to time, "Is this strength okay?"

"Well, yes, very well..." Qian Yiman closed his eyes and enjoyed his service, almost falling asleep.

How can one be so comfortable!

Thinking that he would not be able to wash his hair during confinement, Qian Yiman had already cut his hair short in advance, and now it only reaches the shoulder position.

Therefore, it is not difficult for Yan Zhengting to wash.

"Manman, don't open your eyes. I'll help you rinse them first..."

After the rubbing was almost complete, Yan Zhengting picked up the water cup in the basin, scooped out hot water of a suitable temperature, and carefully rinsed the foam from her head.

The water that was flushed down flowed into the large wash basin on the floor. After washing your hair, you can just take it to the bathroom and pour it out.

Yan Zhengting was afraid that lying down for a long time would affect her current physical condition, so he washed her as quickly as possible, wrapped her hair in a dry towel, and helped her sit on a chair.

Then, he took another dry towel prepared in advance and carefully wiped her hair that was still dripping.

Her hair is black, smooth, and very soft, with no split ends at the ends and the quality of her hair is very good.

The movements of his hands were very gentle, for fear of hurting her scalp.

Qian Yiman could feel all this. She knew that this man gave all his tenderness to her.

In the vast sea of ​​people,

In the past, Yan Zhengting never expected that such a woman would appear in his life later, and he fell in love with her to the core of his heart and felt that she was not enough.

And Qian Yiman never thought that he would meet such a man in his next life, marry him, have children, and get all the love from him.

Sometimes loving someone really has nothing to do with age.

All she knew was that he was in love with her and she was in love with him.

When they met, everything was just right.