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

Since the last time he heard the little cutie tell a story about eight hundred years ago, Qian Yiman has always felt a little dazed when he has some free time recently.

In the evening, there is a movie screening in the courtyard.

After dinner, Yan's father and mother took their grandson and granddaughter there. There were no entertainment activities these days, so if you didn't go there earlier, you wouldn't be able to get a seat.

In such a crowded place, Qian Yiman was worried about touching his belly, so he stayed at home alone.

Moreover, Yan Zhengting hasn't come back yet, and she wants to wait for him at home.

She leaned on the sofa and read for a while, then squinted her eyes and began to fall asleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but Yan Zhengting came back from get off work.

He came over, and just as he took the book away from her hand and wanted to carry her into the room to sleep, Qian Yiman opened his eyes when he felt someone beside him.

"Hmm~~ You're back?" she asked in a daze.

Yan Zhengting squatted in front of her, kissed her lips lovingly, and said in a gentle and low voice, "How about I take you back to your room to sleep?"

"No, I want to accompany you to dinner." Qian Yiman hugged the man's neck and shook his head firmly.

She likes this kind of simple happiness in life.

"Okay." Yan Zhengting raised the corners of his lips slightly, loving her more and more coquettishly.

The little woman had just woken up and was still a little confused. Yan Zhengting picked her up and walked steadily towards the dinner table.

Qian Yiman talked to him, "My parents took Xiaobei and Jingqiu to watch a movie."

"I know. I saw it when I came back just now. I'll accompany you after dinner."

"I won't join in the fun. I just want to be with you at home." There are so many people at home these days, and it's rare for us to have a chance to live in a world of two. How could she think of running outside.

I wish the two of us could stay at home, so tired.

"Then eat some more with me." Yan Zhengting was pleased by her words. He put her on the chair and pinched her soft cheeks.

"Comrade Yan Zhengting, please let the young one go."

Qian Yiman declined his invitation. She was so full that she couldn't even eat a piece of meat.

Seeing this, Yan Zhengting stopped forcing her and went to the kitchen to fill up a bowl of rice and start eating.

Yan's mother's cooking skills are very good. He ate two bowls of rice in a row and many dishes.

He eats as fast as ever and washes dishes quite quickly.

After tidying up the kitchen, he helped Qian Yiman go for a walk in the yard. Proper walking would be good for production.

The two walked slowly and leisurely three or four times in the yard. A gust of wind blew, and Qian Yiman hugged his arms tightly.

The evening breeze in this season is already a bit chilly.

Yan Zhengting was worried that she would catch a cold, so he took her inside as soon as possible.

He poured her a glass of warm water and said softly: "Manman, it's a bit cold outside. Drink some hot water to warm yourself up."

"Okay." Qian Yiman took it and drank slowly.

Since my stomach was quite full, I drank half a glass of water and put it back on the coffee table.

Qian Yiman reached out to his waist and rubbed it for himself. His belly was bigger in the later stages of pregnancy, so it was inevitable that he would be a little sore sometimes.

"Don't move, let me do it." Yan Zhengting saw her rubbing her waist and knew that she must be sore, so he took the initiative to help her knead her.

Qian Yiman closed her eyes and began to enjoy the service of her man. He often massaged her, so his techniques were relatively skillful.

Seeing him lowering his head and massaging her seriously, she really felt that there would never be another man in the world who was as meticulous to a woman as he was to her.