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

Yan Zhengting held Qian Yiman's slender hand and let her lean on his chest.

He whispered softly: "Manman, I will take you out for a walk during the holiday..."

Due to a lot of things recently, the time he spent with her was much less than before. Yan Zhengting felt very sorry for this.

Qian Yiman brought his hand to his round belly and said gently: "Captain Yan, it seems we can't leave for the time being. Have you forgotten that I still have this little guy in my belly. "

It's not that she doesn't want to, it's just that she can't go anywhere further before her stomach is unloaded.

The man's big hands gently caressed her belly, feeling the little life inside, "I haven't forgotten, we can go for a walk in the surrounding areas when the time comes. As for other places, we will talk about it after you give birth and have a chance... ..."

Qian Yiman nodded and said yes.

In fact, Yan Zhengting wanted to take his daughter-in-law back to Hangzhou to visit his father-in-law and mother-in-law.

It's just that the distance is far away, so it's hard to have this opportunity at the moment.

Qian Yiman was thinking about where to go when the time comes, when Yan Zhengting asked her again, "Are you disappointed?"

"Of course not. I don't want much. As long as you are by my side, I will be happy..."

Regarding sweet words, Qian Yiman now speaks with sincerity and every word comes from the heart.

For her, except for the man beside her, all the scenery outside is just clouds.

It was obvious that Yan Zhengting was delighted by this little woman's words.

He slowly approached her, kissed the side of her face tenderly, and said dotingly: "Well, you're so good. Are you sleepy?"

Qian Yiman yawned and looked up at him, "Just a little bit. Would you like to sleep with me?"

Snuggled in his arms always made her feel relaxed and unparalleled in security.

With him by his side, I can always sleep very well.

"Okay." Yan Zhengting felt soft.

He stood up, picked her up steadily and put her on the bed.

The two of them lay on the bed, very close to each other. Listening to the man's heartbeat, Qian Yiman fell asleep peacefully.

Her sleeping face was like a delicate flower, blooming quietly, exuding a beautiful and moving aura.

Yan Zhengting stared at her beautiful sleeping face obsessively, with satisfaction in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

It's great that such a smart and attractive little woman is his.

He didn't know how long it took before he fell asleep with the person in his arms.

Half an hour later, Yan Zhengting woke up on time.

The people around him showed no sign of waking up. He kissed Qian Yiman tenderly on the forehead, and then carefully withdrew his arm.

He got out of bed quietly, put on his clothes and took a look at his son on the crib.

The little guy was still asleep, and he was about to turn around and go out.

At this time, the little guy turned over, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and slowly woke up from his sleep.

His eyes were like two black grapes, sparkling, and his face looked a little confused as if he had just woken up.

After seeing his father standing beside his bed, the little guy smiled sweetly at him.

His smile was warmer than the sun, full of innocence and innocence, melting the old father's expressionless face.

"dad."

"Shh." Regardless of whether his son could understand or not, Yan Zhengting put his finger on his lips and made a silencing gesture to him.

Unexpectedly, the child Yan Qinbei understood it with his extraordinary comprehension ability. It can only be said that this child has been smart since he was a child.

However, I don’t know whether it is the father’s genes or the mother’s genes that are better.

"Don't talk, mom is sleeping." Yan Zhengting reached out to pick up his son, pointed in the direction of the big bed, and spoke in a very soft voice.

The little guy blinked his big round eyes, looked at his mother on the bed and then at his father beside him. He closed his mouth tightly and said nothing, looking so cute and adorable.

Yan Zhengting, an old father whose expression didn't change much, even laughed.

It was getting late, so I carried my son to the living room, ready to hand him over to his father.

"Daddy won't leave." Yan Qinbei, a child, stuck out his little buttocks, lay on his father's shoulders and hugged his neck, refusing to let him go.

"Be good, daddy will be back in the evening." Yan Zhengting coaxed his son softly.

After finally coaxing him, I saw that the little guy's eyes were red and tears were falling down in his grandfather's arms, not to mention how wronged he was.

The one-year-old human cub perfectly explains that the biggest grievance is never crying and making a fuss.

His pitiful little appearance would make even the most hard-hearted person feel sorry for him, let alone his biological father and grandfather.

I glanced at my watch, there was still some time.

"Okay, daddy, give me a hug."

Yan Zhengting took his son back from his father's hands, coaxing him and wiping the golden doudou off his face, feeling distressed and helpless.

He glanced towards the bedroom, and there was really nothing he could do to the mother and son.

It was almost time and Yan Zhengting had to go out.

Finally, I kissed my son on the cheek and coaxed him to come back in the evening and take him to take a bath and play in the water. The little guy reluctantly nodded and said yes.

Yan Zhengting finally breathed a sigh of relief, put on his hat and went to work with peace of mind.

......

A week later, it was the day Yan Jingqiu was discharged from the hospital.

Today is Sunday. Because Yan Jingqiu's feet were inconvenient, Yan Zhengting drove to the hospital to pick him up.

When he rushed to the hospital, Yan's mother and Sister-in-law Lin had packed everything.

After coming out of the doctor's office, Yan Zhengting went to the ward where his daughter was.

"Mom, have everything been packed?"

"Hey, everything is ready, we can just leave."

"We're fine too." Sister-in-law Lin agreed.

"Okay, let's go."

Yan Jingqiu had difficulty with her legs and feet, so Yan Zhengting carried her on his back to the car.

Along the way, the car was very lively.

Sister-in-law Lin, mother and daughter, plus Yan's mother, have endless things to say.

Yan Jingqiu occasionally interjected a few words, while Yan Zhengting drove quietly without saying anything.

However, he always talks little in front of outsiders, so everyone doesn't find it strange.

After returning home, Yan's father was alone.

Seeing the thick plaster on his granddaughter's foot, the old man felt very distressed and surrounded her with all sorts of cares.

"Jingqiu, sit down and rest for a while. Grandma will go to the kitchen to see if there is anything that can make soup for you."

Yan's mother asked her granddaughter to sit on the sofa and rest for a while, while she prepared to go to the kitchen to make some soup.

Before she could take a step forward, Qian Yiman returned with his son from Fang's house next door.

The child Yan Qinbei yelled in a milky voice:

"elder sister!"

"grandmother!"

After entering the house, he saw his grandma and sister. The little guy was very excited. He opened his short legs and rushed towards Yan Jingqiu on the sofa.

It has been a week since I saw my grandma and sister, and the little guy misses them very much.

Seeing that he was about to rush towards Yan Jingqiu, Yan's mother, who was standing by the side, quickly picked up her grandson, fearing that the child would bump into her granddaughter's plastered foot.

If you accidentally encounter this again, it will make things worse.

"Come on, let grandma give us a hug, Xiao Bei. Your sister's foot is injured and she can't hold you now..."

The little guy was soft and soft, with a faint milky scent, and Yan's mother was so excited to hold him in her arms.

She hadn't seen it for many days, and she really thought about it.

She has begun to worry about what she will do if she and the old man go back to Kyoto for such a long time without being able to see her grandson.

"Sister..." The little guy scratched his head and looked at his sister half-understanding.

Qian Yiman stepped forward and said in a way that children could understand, "Son, look at my sister's foot being injured. It hurts..."

"It hurts..."

Zhizi Moruomu, this time, the child Yan Qinbei really understood.

He thought about the last time he fell, which was very painful. He cried in his father's arms for a long time, and finally got a bottle of milk to drink.