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

When he walked to the kitchen door, he thought of something. He turned around and confessed to his mother, "Mom, I won't be eating at home tonight. I'll go to Lao Lin's house."

"That's good. Bring a basin of dumplings for them to try when you go over there tonight." Today she specially made some more dumplings, just in time to bring more over.

Yan's mother knew that Sister-in-law Lin's family were all very nice people to get along with, and she often sent her some things she made, so she took this opportunity to return some.

When they passed by the living room, the child Yan Qinbei saw it and called out to his father loudly, wanting him to hug him.

Yan Zhengting only said to ask grandpa to play with you first, and then hurriedly took his little wife back to the room to rest, leaving the little guy with a wronged look on his face. Fortunately, his grandpa coaxed him not to cry.

As soon as the two returned to the room, Qian Yiman was held on his lap and sat down again.

I don’t know when this habit started. As long as there was no one else around, as long as he was around, she would be held by this man and sit on his lap.

Qian Yiman found that the relationship between the chair and her was getting weaker and weaker.

However, it should not be said that she really enjoyed the intimacy of being held in his lap.

Qian Yiman played with his big hand and asked, "Captain Yan, you ignored your son just now. What will you do if he gets angry later?"

"Just give him a bottle of milk. Now I want to stay with you first..."

Yan Zhengting held her in his arms, his nose filled with the faint fragrance of her body. This smell made him feel very at ease.

Qian Yiman laughed softly. This man was really clinging to him more and more.

She raised her little face, lightly bit the man's chin, and teased: "Captain Yan, why do I feel that you are getting more and more clingy now..."

He is so clingy that I can hardly keep up with him.

Yan Zhengting kissed her on the cheek, looked at her tenderly and said, "Well, your feeling is right."

He admitted frankly and had no intention of being secretive at all.

He knew that he was indeed more and more inseparable from this little woman. When he came back from get off work every day, he felt that the day was complete only when he saw her holding her in his arms.

Therefore, the children can only sit in a row at the back.

Yan Zhengting became more and more straightforward in his speech in front of her, and Qian Yiman often got lost in his sweet words.

If a man coaxes you and dotes on you every day, a woman's mentality will really become younger and younger, and she will always be eighteen.

"I'm honored that I am the only one who has seen this side of you." Qian Yiman chuckled, his eyes shining with light, and then he hugged his face and kissed him wildly, "I'm very happy. "

This man's affection and doting made her feel beautiful every day.

The happiest thing is that this side of him belongs only to her and no one else has ever gotten it.

Moved by the emotion in her eyes, he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her smooth forehead.

Tenderness is the easiest thing for people to be intoxicated by. Qian Yiman took the initiative to raise his chin and slowly closed his eyes, so that the man's kiss could come to her red lips.

The lips of the two people met, lingering and affectionate.

Yan Zhengting bit the little woman's lower lip, and while she was lightly opening her lips, he slid in.

Sweeping the shell teeth, wrapping her lilac uvula and entangling her endlessly...

Until the tip of her tongue was numb.

The two of them kissed more and more passionately. The big hand that was stroking her hair gradually tightened, and the other hand touched her cheek, neck, collarbone, and finally hovered at the peak.

The warmth of his hands almost burned her through her clothes.

The tip of his nose was filled with the smell of male hormones, and Qian Yiman felt weak all over.

Her arms clung to his shoulders softly, her eyes were gentle, and she trusted him wholeheartedly. She knew that he would not hurt her.

The temperature in the bedroom is getting higher and higher, making it difficult to breathe.

As if he was not satisfied with the status quo, Yan Zhengting looked at her and said in a hoarse voice: "Manman, raise your hands."

The slender fingers traced a spark on the white and tender skin...

Hearing this, the person in his arms slowly opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him. His deep eyes seemed to be hiding a huge vortex, as if they were about to suck people in at any time.

Her cheeks were flushed, her mind went blank, and she raised her arms very cooperatively.

Then, she looked at him with nostalgia.

The obstructive shoulder strap slipped off...

What followed was burning lips.

Qian Yiman bit his lip to prevent his voice from spilling out, held his head, sat on his lap and trembled slightly.

His breathing became heavier, and the hot breath exhaled from the tip of his nose became even hotter, as if he wanted to swallow her passionately...

"Well......"

A low groan successfully brought Yan Zhengting back to his senses.

At this moment, his eyes regained some clarity.

Looking at the red plum blossoms printed on the fair and delicate skin, these are his masterpieces.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, not daring to look around any more.

Qian Yiman looked down and saw the marks on her body, and couldn't help but feel a little hot. She tried to reach out to cover the alluring scenery.

Yan Zhengting lowered his eyes, took the clothes and vest thrown on the bed, and helped her put them on one by one.

Then, he buried his head in the little woman's neck and let out a long sigh.

He hugged her and rubbed her gently, murmuring like a spoiled child, "Manman, we will never have children again..."

So torturous!

I have lost count of how many times I have taken cold showers in the past few months.

"Pfft..." Hearing the hint of grievance in his tone, Qian Yiman laughed shamelessly in his arms.

I can see his forbearance and know how uncomfortable he is.

Qian Yiman looked at him directly with big bright eyes, and then said, "Can I help you?"

"It's okay, let's wait until the little one comes out of the belly." Of course he was reluctant, and Yan Zhengting kissed her fair and smooth forehead with a very gentle tone.

"Are you sure?" Qian Yiman looked at him and asked again without giving up.

Yan Zhengting said "hmm" and pressed her head to his chest again.

Then he closed his eyes and stroked her soft and smooth hair with his big hands.

"Manman."

"Ok?"

"I can't have dinner with you tonight, so Lao Lin asked me to go over with Lao Fang for a drink."

Qian Yiman nodded and responded: "Okay, it seems that the three of you haven't gotten together to drink together for a long time, but there is one thing, you are not allowed to drink too much, you know?"

"As you command, Madam Yan."

Normally, Lao Lin often complains about being bossed around by his wife, but Yan Zhengting likes the feeling of being bossed around by his wife.

"Also, remember to eat something to cushion your stomach before drinking, otherwise drinking on an empty stomach will hurt your stomach..."

"it is good."

Faced with his young wife's instructions, Yan Zhengting patiently responded to them one by one.