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

Some people cook, some clean, and some help take care of the children.

Qian Yiman lives a comfortable life with clothes on hand and food on hand every day.

She had nothing to do today, so she sat on the sofa and continued to awkwardly sew the unfinished clothes.

After all, quitting halfway is not an option.

Seeing her frowning and looking very troubled, Yan's mother walked over to see how she was progressing.

She walked to her daughter-in-law, sat down, and asked, "Manman, how are you doing?"

Qian Yiman smashed the jar, handed the semi-finished product to his mother-in-law, and said sheepishly: "Mom, it's almost done, but it doesn't look very good, hehe..."

Not only did it not look good, looking at the horrible stitches in front of her and the slightly embarrassed smile on her daughter-in-law's face, Yan's mother was also speechless for a moment.

How should she praise this?

She thought that she shouldn't have come over to take another look or ask this question just now.

"Ah... that Manman, actually it's not too bad to do this for the first time, really." Yan's mother couldn't bear to dampen her enthusiasm and praised her very tactfully.

If it weren't for his self-awareness, Qian Yiman would almost believe it.

Yan's mother thought for a while and continued, "It takes too much effort to do these. Don't do it again. Mom has already made two sets. I will make a few more sets in two days and that will be enough... "

Qian Yiman nodded in agreement, "I think so too. I won't do it after I finish this one. I still have the clothes Xiaobei wore before. There will definitely be no shortage of clothes for the child by then."

Everyone's talent is different, and she doesn't plan to stick to it, but she plans to try making a few dolls.

Qian Yiman told her mother-in-law, "Mom, don't do too much, it's quite tiring."

"Mom knows."

......

At night, in the Yan family's bedroom.

After Yan Qinbei finished drinking the milk powder, he fell asleep on his crib.

Under the orange desk lamp, Qian Yiman sat on the bedside and continued to sew the small dress, with the momentum of not stopping until the sewing was finished.

Yan Zhengting came into the room after taking a shower. Seeing the serious and patient look on the little woman's face, he sighed helplessly.

I don’t know why she suddenly fell in love with sewing these gadgets with her own hands recently. It’s so frustrating.

After he got into bed, he grabbed her hand and gently advised her, "Manman, please stop doing this, okay? The lighting is too bad and it will hurt your eyes."

"But, I want to make something for my children with my own hands, and since this is my first work in my life, I want to complete it." Qian Yiman looked up at him and insisted.

"The light is not good at night, can we do it again during the day tomorrow?"

Yan Zhengting took her hand and saw that there were several needle holes on her white fingers, so he kissed her again and again distressedly.

Thinking that he still had a child in his belly and it was difficult to stay up late, Qian Yiman listened to the advice, nodded, and obediently was helped by his man to lie down on the bed.

Lying in the man's warm arms, stroking his face that had become noticeably thinner recently, he asked, "Are you very busy at work recently?"

"Well, I'm busier than before." Yan Zhengting grabbed her hand and rubbed it on his face, saying warmly.

"I've lost a lot of weight..." Qian Yiman felt a little distressed.

He is getting thinner and thinner, while she is getting rounder and rounder. This is really not a happy thing.

"Both Lao Lin and Lao Fang have gained weight, and they both envy me for being thin."

I have to say that Yan Zhengting can comfort people.

Qian Yiman smiled when he thought of the two people who were obviously much fatter than Yan Zhengting.

"Captain Yan, to be honest, I also envy your good figure. Look at my fleshy face and round belly. I'm almost turning into a yellow-faced woman..."

"In my eyes, no one can compare to you." Yan Zhengting kissed her on the lips, and her love words became smoother day by day.

"Hehe, I was comforted by you." The sweetness spread in my heart, making people happy.

"Manman, it's getting late, you should go to bed."

"it is good."

The night was silent, and the two of them gradually fell asleep.

......

The next morning.

The warm sunlight shines through the curtains on the bedroom floor.

In the cozy room, the man and woman on the big bed were sleeping with their necks crossed.

The biological clock for many years has made Yan Zhengting wake up early after a good night's sleep.

Feeling the warmth in his arms, he smiled and lowered his head, gazing affectionately at the little woman who was sleeping soundly at the moment. Her rosy cheeks, thick and long eyelashes, and straight nose were very cute and pretty.

Pushing aside the black hair scattered on her face, he placed a kiss lighter than a feather on her lips, not daring to go deep for fear of waking her up.

Reluctant to get up for a morning run, reluctant to look away, he just kept looking at her dreamingly.

There is nostalgia and affection in the eyes, and there are many things that cannot be seen...

Perhaps feeling the man's affectionate gaze focused on him, Qian Yiman opened his eyes in a daze.

"Morning~~" When she saw the enlarged handsome face in front of her, she raised a big smile and her eyes flickered.

When you wake up in the morning and open your eyes, you can see the person you love next to you. Is there anything that makes people feel happier than this?

"Morning." Yan Zhengting's heart trembled when he saw her. He leaned forward and pressed dense kisses on her forehead and lips.

However, in order to avoid being unable to control himself, he could only try it briefly.

Qian Yiman lay in his arms and touched the man's newly grown green stubble with his fingers, which felt prickly and itchy on his hands.

Whenever her fingers touched his lips, he would grab her and bring them to his mouth, kissing her carefully.

Deep affection pervades the bedroom.

If possible, Qian Yiman could lie in bed and spend the whole day with him.

The next second, she asked him, "Comrade Yan Zhengting, do you want to hear me say something nice?"

The next words were a bit disgusting, but she wanted to tell him.

"Tell me what you want, I'm all ears." Yan Zhengting helped her smooth her hair without forgetting to respond.

Between the husband and wife, the main thing is to answer every question.

"When I wake up every morning, the sun and you are there. This is the happiness I want."

Qian Yiman looked at him with crooked eyebrows and said nice words like this. In front of the one he loves, talking about love sometimes seems to become easier.

Every morning when I wake up, I can see the sun rising outside the window and I feel grateful that I have lived another day.

Every morning when I wake up, I can see my beloved by my side, and I feel grateful that I have one more happy day.

"Manman, what you said is so good. I like hearing it very much." Yan Zhengting scratched her nose, his eyes full of doting.

He understood what she said. Just as she said, why didn't he think so?

Look at each other for a second, two seconds...

Qian Yiman couldn't help it at first, grabbed the man's neck and started to kiss him.

Almost at the moment their lips met, Yan Zhengting began to respond to her affectionately.

She is delicate, he is passionate.