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

The two of them have been stuck together for so long, and if they don't get up, they won't have time to exercise.

Qian Yiman asked: "Captain Yan, is it time for you to get up and go for a morning run?"

While talking, she pretended to carelessly rub her hands on his chest.

When she wanted to touch her again, her hand was grabbed by the man, "You're not being honest again..."

Yan Zhengting was helpless. This early in the morning, she really underestimated her temptation to him.

"I, I just couldn't hold it back..." Being caught, Qian Yiman's cheeks turned red, and then he began to change the subject, "Why don't you get up and go for a run?"

Qian Yiman wore a cooler skirt to bed. The neckline was wide open at this time, and she was in full bloom.

"I won't run away today. You just touched me, should I ask you to get it back?" The scenery in front of him was so beautiful, Yan Zhengting's dark eyes became even deeper.

Before he finished speaking, he took the initiative. He knew what it means to have enough food and clothing by yourself.

"I, I just touched it two or three times."

She just moved her hands, why did he speak now?

"Yesterday, the day before yesterday, and the day before yesterday were far more than that. Shouldn't you pay me more interest? Huh?" Yan Zhengting buried his head in her chest and spoke vaguely.

When he asked, Qian Yiman found that he could not refute, because what he said was true.

After seeking a small amount of benefits for himself, Yan Zhengting suppressed his impatience and hugged her.

Then, take a deep breath and get ready to get up.

Seeing that he was about to get up, Qian Yiman also got up. Since he was awake, let's have breakfast with him.

Yan Zhengting was getting dressed in front of the closet when he heard rustling sounds behind him and turned around.

Seeing the little woman lifting the quilt and preparing to get out of bed, he immediately walked to the bed and supported her and asked, "What are you doing up so early?"

Normally, this is the time for her to sleep easily.

"Because... today I want to be a virtuous wife. How about helping you change your clothes personally?" Qian Yiman stood in front of the man, raised his head and smiled at him, his big eyes flickering and bright. Like words.

"Need not......"

"Don't refuse." Before he could finish speaking, Qian Yiman interrupted him directly.

Then, he buttoned up his shirt one by one, very attentively.

Seeing her lowering her head to button buttons and adjust the cuffs of her shirt, Yan Zhengting's heart softened completely, and there was a smile that couldn't be hidden in his eyes.

Finally, she helped him buckle the belt and said, "Okay."

"Why are you so good?" Yan Zhengting raised his eyebrows and touched her hair with his big hand.

This little intimacy between husband and wife made him very happy.

"I want to be nice to you." Qian Yiman looked at him and smiled fondly.

She especially liked having him touch her head and talk to her softly, always making her feel dizzy.

"You've been very good to me..." Yan Zhengting couldn't help but feel pity for her with such a well-behaved and considerate look.

The two arranged their clothes and went to the bathroom together to brush their teeth and wash their faces.

As always, Yan Zhengting took the initiative to squeeze out the toothpaste for her.

The two of them brushed their teeth together, looking at each other and smiling at each other from time to time.

Qian Yiman rinsed the foam from his mouth and began to wash his face, while Yan Zhengting waited patiently for her with a towel.

After wiping the water off his face, Qian Yiman saw a drop of water on the man's temples. Qian Yiman stood on tiptoes and took a towel to wipe it off for him.

What is happiness? This is happiness.

......

Yan Zhengting and Qian Yiman came out of the bathroom after washing up.

"Dad, Mom, good morning." Qian Yiman greeted them with a smile.

Yan's father and mother had already finished breakfast and were sitting on the sofa drinking tea and reading the newspaper.

It was not once or twice that the two of them brushed their teeth and washed their faces together, and Yan's father was already used to it.

Yan's mother put down the newspaper and urged them: "You two go and have breakfast quickly. Mom cooked porridge and steamed buns this morning..."

"Okay, let's go eat now, thank you mom."

After letting Qian Yiman sit on the chair and wait, Yan Zhengting went to the kitchen and filled two bowls of porridge, and also put a few steamed buns on a plate and brought them out.

Because Qian Yiman likes to eat red dates and millet porridge, Yan's mother cooks it for her every morning.

"Manman, would you like a steamed bun?" Yan Zhengting saw that today's steamed buns were well made, so he took a smaller one and handed it over.

Qian Yiman took a sip of porridge, looked at the big steamed bun in front of him, shook his head and refused, "No, I'm full just from eating porridge."

My appetite in the morning is usually not very good, so I am thankful to be able to eat a bowl of porridge.

Knowing that she would most likely refuse, Yan Zhengting put the bun back.

Seeing her eating so little, she felt a little worried, "It's too little. I'll make you something else? Can you make fried eggs?"

"No, I don't seem to have anything in particular that I want to eat. Just eat this, it's refreshing..."

Qian Yiman rejected him again, partly because he didn't want to trouble him, and partly because he really had no desire to eat.

Looking at the melancholy expression of the man next to him, Qian Yiman couldn't help but laugh.

She put down the spoon in her hand and glanced in the direction of the living room.

Seeing that no one was coming over, he took the opportunity to reach out and pinch the man's face, and said in a funny way: "Be happy. If you are frowning so early in the morning, stop frowning. What will you do if you get wrinkles later..."

Upon hearing the word wrinkles, Yan Zhengting immediately returned to his expressionless expression.

He's already so many years older than her, so he can't get wrinkles so soon.

Seeing how quickly his face changed, Qian Yiman covered his mouth and smiled secretly, she knew that this man cared about this.

However, maybe her gloating was too obvious. At this time, Yan Zhengting was drinking porridge with his head down, looking a little unhappy.

The man was unhappy, she thought.

Qian Yiman reached over and took out a steamed bun, tore a small piece off and fed it to his mouth.

In order not to be heard by Yan's father and Yan's mother, she lowered her voice and began to coax him, "Captain Yan, please forgive me~~"

Her voice was soft and waxy, with a hint of coquettishness. How could Yan Zhengting resist her appearance? His heart suddenly softened and his hair felt smooth.

She stretched out her hand to feed him bit by bit, and he opened his mouth to eat bit by bit, enjoying her tenderness.

One steamed bun was quickly finished, and Qian Yiman asked gently: "Are you full? Do you still want to eat?"

"Well, eat." In fact, he was already full, but if she fed him, Yan Zhengting felt that he could eat another one.

Qian Yiman smiled, took a steamed bun and continued to feed him. This man of hers was really easy to coax.

After eating the second steamed bun, Yan Zhengting's expression was still a bit unfinished.

However, Qian Yiman did not intend to let him eat anymore. After all, eating too much would hurt his stomach.

Kissed him on the face and said in a soft voice: "How about we eat again tomorrow? I will feed you like this..."

Her voice was sweet and soft, just like a feather, making Yan Zhengting's heart tingle.

He laughed silently and rubbed her little head, "You really treat me like a child..."

"Well, you are my big treasure." Qian's love words came right out of the blue, and their lethality was extraordinary.

Her bright smile was like the rising sun in the morning, gently and softly shining on Yan Zhengting's heart, making him feel refreshed and intoxicated.

This is an indescribable emotion.

She didn't care whether her parents would suddenly come over here, and the next second, they would reach out and take her into their arms.

He put his chin on the top of her head and said slowly: "You really want my life."

If she hadn't been pregnant, or if her parents hadn't been outside, they would have wanted to execute her on the spot.

Qian Yiman looked at him and blinked, "Captain Yan, I am a daughter of a good family. As long as I love you, I will put my life aside..."

Yan Zhengting chuckled, his eyes revealed a gentle light, and he looked at her lovingly.

The two of them stayed around for more than ten minutes before going out. Fortunately, Yan's father and mother didn't ask any more questions.

"Mom, I won't be back for lunch, so don't cook my portion." Thinking of going somewhere else today, Yan Zhengting specifically told his mother in advance.

Yan's mother responded: "Okay, I understand."

She wouldn't ask too much about his work.

After Yan Zhengting left for work, Qian Yiman chatted with his father-in-law and mother-in-law for a while, and then returned to the room.

She glanced at her sleeping son, took the unfinished clothes and sat on the chair beside the bed, sewing clothes with needle and thread, waiting for him to wake up.

......

After more than ten minutes, Qian Yiman felt a little tired.

He stood up, locked the door, and simply went into the space to chat with the cutie.

All told, she had not entered the space for several days. As soon as she entered, she was stunned by the scene in front of her.

The space became twice as big as before, and several large mahogany boxes appeared in the open space, with unknown contents inside.

Qian Yiman looked around and didn't see the little cutie. He didn't know where he had gone.

Out of curiosity, she took a few steps forward and was about to open it to see what was going on. As soon as her hand touched the box, she heard a painful groan coming from the pool.

Wait, why does this voice sound like a cute little voice?

Following the sound, another scene appeared that made Qian Yiman's pupils tremble.

The little cutie was lying on the ground at the back of the pool. His whole body was charred and black, and he completely lost his usual cute appearance of a spirited potato. Even his shining white wings could no longer see their original color.

Qian Yiman was surprised, "Wow! Little cutie, what happened to you? Did you go to some mine to steal coal last night?"

This looks so much like someone who just came back from digging a coal mine.

Listen, listen, what are these questions? !

The little cutie lay on the ground, listening to the sound in his ears, feeling that the injuries on his body hurt a little more.

It asked very depressedly: "Master, you are quite good-looking, but how can you say such cold words?"

Qian Yiman was furious, "I...else?"

"Can't you see I'm hurt? Hiss..." After saying that, the little cutie hissed a few more times to relieve the pain on his body.

It stretched out a hand towards Qian Yiman and said aggrievedly: "Master, I am already dying, and you don't know how to reach out and hold me..."

Seeing her master's heartless look, the little cutie felt aggrieved and tears kept flowing to her heart.

Listening to its painful moans, Qian Yiman realized that the little cutie was not pretending, it seemed like he was really hurt?

After being together for so long, we still have feelings. She pulled up the little cutie and asked with concern: "How did you get injured? What kind of medicine does your space steward usually take? What can I do for you?"

Alas, it was rare. I finally asked some more reliable questions, and the little cutie was immediately relieved.

"No medicine is as effective as the spiritual spring water in your dimension. Just feed me some. I have no strength..."

It just wanted to drink water by the pool, but it was so weak that it fainted to the ground before it could even take a sip.

Fortunately, the owner came, otherwise its life would have been in danger.

Qian Yiman picked up the water ladle by the pool, scooped up a ladle of water and fed it directly to the little cutie.

The little cutie drank a ladle of spiritual spring water, her spirits improved visibly, and her voice became much louder.

It seemed that the dog's life was saved.

However, the color of his body is still dark and has not changed back.

In all the time they have known each other, Qian Yiman has never seen the little cutie in such a miserable state.

Seeing that it was in better spirits, I wanted to know what the little cutie had been through these past few days, "Tell me, what did you do these days when I didn't come in? How did you end up like this?"

I have to say that the effect of this spiritual spring water is really good. After drinking it, it won’t hurt much.

Now that she had strength, the little cutie sat up directly and said aggrievedly, "Master, I was going through a tribulation last night and was struck by lightning..."

It turns out that the book didn’t just say it casually. Being struck by lightning really hurts!

"what?!"

"Aren't you a robot? What calamity are you going through?"

Qian Yiman was shocked again. Is it so complicated to make a robot these days?

The little cutie rolled her eyes and said dissatisfied: "Who told you that I am a robot?"

"Isn't it?" Qian Yiman asked naturally.

"Of course not! I am the Holy Fruit! Holy Fruit, do you understand?" At this time, the black potato was angry. It felt that its level had been lowered.

This is really a huge misunderstanding!

Qian Yiman, who doesn't understand what the Holy Fruit is, said: "Of course I don't understand."

Hearing this, the little cutie shook her head in disappointment.

He looked as if nothing could be more tragic than a broken heart, "My gratitude was paid in error after all..."

Qian Yiman's mouth twitched, and her dead look made her seem like a scumbag.

"Little cutie, please explain it more clearly. This is a holy fruit and a way to repay a favor. Why do I get more and more confused the more I listen to it?" This was not explained clearly all at once. Qian Yiman was confused when he heard it. inner.

"Master, you are confused! I am the holy fruit that you watered eight hundred years ago!"