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

After Yan Zhengting took a shower, he opened the door from the outside and came in. What he saw was this warm scene.

His heart felt warm, he locked the door and walked softly to the bed.

As soon as the old father came over, the child Yan Qinbei still couldn't escape the fate of having to sleep in a small bed by himself.

Yan Zhengting bent down, carefully picked up his son and put him on his exclusive crib.

After covering him with a quilt, he climbed into bed and hugged his sweet-smelling wife.

"Manman..."

Yan Zhengting turned off the bedside lamp, hugged his little wife and murmured softly, his voice full of attachment.

Qian Yiman was lying in the man's arms. Thinking of today's events, he touched his face and asked in a soft voice, "Are you tired?"

Yan Zhengting knew that she was referring to today's events.

He replied: "I'm not tired, I'm just worried. Now I'm fine and I'm relieved..."

"Who says it's not? I still feel scared now." Qian Yiman suddenly thought of something and asked him again, "By the way, have you given Jingqiu some Lingquan water to drink? That stuff will help her wounds." of healing.”

The little girl Yan Jingqiu is kind and sensible. Qian Yiman really cares about her and treats her as a family member.

If it weren't for her current inconvenience, she would definitely go to the hospital with her mother-in-law to visit her in the afternoon.

Yan Zhengting nodded and said, "Yes, I mixed that water into the hot water."

"That's good. Jingqiu will definitely not have any side effects after drinking this spiritual spring water. Don't worry anymore..."

As someone close to him, Qian Yiman could clearly feel the changes in his mood today.

The child is injured, and as a father, he will inevitably be worried.

Thinking about it from her perspective, if her son was injured, she would definitely feel distressed and anxious.

"Well, thank you Manman."

Yan Zhengting took the little woman's hand, put it to his lips and kissed it.

"We are a family, it goes without saying..."

"it is good."

Hugging her and listening to her soft and waxy voice, Yan Zhengting felt that his tense nerves throughout the day were gradually relaxing.

This little woman has this kind of magic power. He can always feel the peace and solidity around her.

The two of them were lying on the bed, chatting with each other, and then they didn't know who fell asleep first.

......

Until midnight, Qian Yiman was woken up by the warmth of his man's body.

Qian Yiman felt something was wrong, so she reached out and touched the man's body and forehead.

The temperature on his body was extremely hot, and he was radiating heat from the inside out. It was obvious that he had a fever.

"Wake up, wake up..." She turned on the bedside lamp and patted Yan Zhengting's cheek.

It was all burned to such a degree that Qian Yiman felt that he had reached at least thirty-nine degrees.

It's better to wake him up first and let him take some medicine.

"What's wrong, Manman..."

Hearing her voice, Yan Zhengting opened his eyes drowsily and looked at his young wife sitting on the bedside, with some confusion on his face.

He wondered if she had a nightmare, then immediately sat up and held her in his arms, not realizing that he was sick at all.

"Are you having a nightmare? Huh?" Yan Zhengting touched her back and comforted her, his voice as gentle as possible, "Don't be afraid, I'm here..."

Qian Yiman: "..."

"Comrade Yan Zhengting, it's not that I had a nightmare, it's that you have a fever."

This man really makes people feel distressed and angry.