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

The couple returned home.

At this time, it was already past meal time, and there must be nothing to eat in the cafeteria.

Qian Yiman sent his men to install the TV, while he rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen, ready to do something big.

After looking at today’s ingredients in the space, I finally decided to make seafood porridge.

Take out the casserole, pour in the washed rice, wait until the rice is almost cooked, add oysters, shrimps, green beans, salt and chicken essence. When it is almost out of the pot, add chopped green vegetables and green onions.

Perfect! Ready to cook!

At this time, Yan Zhengting happened to come in.

Seeing her preparing to carry such a heavy casserole, he quickly stopped her and said, "The pot is too heavy. You put it there and I will carry it."

"Is the TV set up?"

This casserole was really heavy. Qian Yiman did not refuse and turned around to get the bowl and chopsticks.

If a man wants to feel sorry for you, he must give him this chance.

"Okay, you can watch it now." After Yan Zhengting said that, he went out carrying the casserole.

He filled a large bowl of porridge for himself and Qian Yiman.

Just when I was about to start, I heard my little wife say: "It's too much, I can't eat it."

Then, I saw her scooping some of the uneaten porridge back into the bowl.

"The porridge is not enough." Yan Zhengting sighed in a low voice and said helplessly.

The implication is that if you eat this much, you will be hungry after a while.

"No, no, it's enough for me." It was so delicious. Qian Yiman took a bite of the long-lost seafood porridge and said with satisfaction.

The remaining porridge in the casserole was not wasted at all, and all of it ended up in Yan Zhengting's stomach.

Walk a hundred steps after a meal and live to be ninety-nine.

After Yan Zhengting finished washing the dishes and came out, Qian Yiman took him and walked around the yard to eat.

"It's almost done. Let's go inside and watch TV." We were tired from walking and it was time to rest, just in time to watch the newly bought TV.

"Okay." Yan Zhengting naturally complied with her request.

After entering the house, Yan Zhengting made another pot of tea and poured a cup for himself and his young wife. "This tea was brought from home last time. Drink it and see."

"Thank you. A cup of tea after a meal is the best way to relieve tiredness." Qian Yiman raised the tea cup and took a sip. The aroma of tea lingered between his lips and teeth instantly, refreshing and pleasant.

Although she is not a tea connoisseur, she has drunk quite a lot of tea before. She is certain that this tea is expensive.

"This sofa feels a bit hard after sitting for a long time. It would be nice if there was a cushion." Qian Yiman touched the sofa and said to himself.

Yan Zhengting glanced at her, with some inexplicable emotions in his eyes. He picked her up and put her on his lap, put her in her ear, and said in a hoarse voice: "Is this still hard?"

Qian Yiman:......

Why did her heart beat loudly and her face started to get hot when he said such a sentence?

"Okay, okay." She seriously suspected that this man was teasing her.

"Does the tea taste good?" The man's deep voice was full of charm.

"No, not bad, it smells pretty good." Qian Yiman's heart beat rapidly and he replied calmly.

The little woman in his arms was extremely attractive. Yan Zhengting raised her red face, the light and shadow in her deep black eyes were flowing, and he couldn't help but put his lips to hers.

The sudden kiss made Qian Yiman's mind go blank. Her body's instinct drove her to hug the man tightly. The faint scent of tea entwined between each other's lips and tongues...

Since Qian Yiman was injured until now, the couple has not had any close communication for more than a month.

A deep kiss soon made both of them breathless, and the air began to become hot.

Qian Yiman allowed herself to be pushed down on the sofa. She saw the burning in the man's eyes and couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

Yan Zhengting slowly approached her ear and tempted her: "How about you try it here today..."

After saying that, he did not wait for her answer and started directly.

The next second, Qian Yiman felt cold and couldn't help but put his hands around himself, trying to hide something.

Apart from being shy, she felt that Yan Zhengting was a little different today. His behavior seemed a little wild today.

"Manman, don't move." Yan Zhengting lowered his voice, half-fooling and half-coaxing.

Immediately, he pulled her arm away forcefully and locked it above her head.

The next moment, Qian Yiman covered his mouth, extremely shy.

Soon, she discovered that there was more than that, and the man in her body helped her unlock some new knowledge points.

It’s so easy to hear a hundred things, but it’s better to put it into practice.

Each time I learn more.

Two people in love hug each other tightly and play the music of life.

However, all this is far from over...

On this day, Qian Yiman not only learned about Comrade Lao Yan's amazing time management ability, but also his amazing arm strength.

In this broad daylight, the feeling of spring lingers in the living room of Comrade Lao Yan's house.

Fortunately, the curtains blocked the spring scenery in the room.

After more than an hour, the living room calmed down quietly.

The couple hugged each other and enjoyed the peace of the moment.

When everything calmed down, Yan Zhengting saw that his young wife's fair and tender knees were a little red from being rubbed. He stretched out his hand to help her rub it gently, and asked softly: "Does it hurt?"

"It's okay now." Qian Yiman buried her head in his chest, a little shy.

"I was careless. This sofa is too hard. Next time I will change into softer and thicker clothes." Yan Zhengting looked at her and said without blushing or heartbeat.

What! ! ! ? ?

What did she hear? ! !

Also, do you want to change to something softer next time? ? ! !

Is this what a serious person should say? This is naked teasing.

Qian Yiman didn't care about being shy now. He raised his head from his chest, stared at his big eyes and said, "Comrade Lao Yan, when did you become so thick-skinned?"

Where did Comrade Lao Yan, who looked serious, ascetic, and abiding by the rules, go? !

Comrade Lao Yan kissed her forehead, raised the corners of his eyes, and said seriously and ambiguously: "When I see you, those things won't be important."

This man who had his Pandora's box opened can now drive without any psychological burden.

Qian Yiman: It’s finished! I was seduced by this old man again.

Wine gets better as it ages.

Men also become more attractive as they get older.

I can't stop it, I can't stop it at all!

Qian Yiman thought of his increasingly skillful operations. No need to think too much, this was probably a man's innate skill.

Suddenly wanting to talk about the past, she played with the man's broad palm and asked: "Comrade Lao Yan, have you ever written a love letter before?"

Yan Zhengting looked at her and said, "No."

"Sigh... I have no relationship with my partner. I married you at a young age. I haven't even received a love letter. When will you give me another one?"

The little wife in her arms pouted and acted coquettishly, which made Yan Zhengting's heart move, and he began to be dishonest.

He said without being honest: "How about I take action and replenish you a few more times?"

"No, no, no!" Qian Yiman held down the dishonest man and quickly waved his hand to refuse.

"But I want to give it, what should I do?" Yan Zhengting supported her and pressed her against him, and kissed her densely on her ears.

"Wait, wait, I'll apply to fight another day."

The little woman in his arms struggled to get up from him. Naturally, Yan Zhengting would not let her escape and grabbed her back.

Then, he said in a hoarse voice: "It's too late."

The temperature in the living room heats up again, igniting a strong sense of spring.

In the end, Qian Yiman trembled. She shouldn't have asked more about regrets...