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

Qian Yiman is changing clothes.

The child Yan Qinnan on the bed didn't know what happened. He closed his eyes and started crying with his mouth wide open.

Yan Zhengting came to the bed and sat down, first checking whether the child's diaper was wet.

The diaper was found to be dry.

Since he didn't pee, he probably cried because he was hungry.

Yan Zhengting held the little guy's neck with one hand and his butt with the other, gently lifting him into his arms.

After picking him up, he skillfully changed his position so that the little guy's head rested on his elbow and wrist to make him more comfortable.

Being coaxed softly by his father, Yan Qinnan's crying was slightly quieter, but he was still sobbing...

Qian Yiman, an old mother, felt a little distressed when she heard this, so she quickly changed her clothes.

Then, he stepped forward and took the child from the man's hand.

Seeing Qian Yiman reaching out to check his son's diaper, Yan Zhengting said, "I just checked and there is no urine. I guess he is hungry. Please feed him."

I have to say, he told the truth.

The moment the little guy took breast milk, he immediately stopped crying.

At this time, I heard a "bang bang bang" knock on the door. It was the child Yan Qinbei calling his mother outside the room door.

She glanced at Yan Zhengting and motioned for him to open the door.

When she opened the door, she saw Yan Jingqiu standing outside holding Yan Qinbei's child.

"father!"

Seeing his father, who had not been seen for three days, the little boy immediately rushed forward for a hug.

Yan Zhengting bent down and picked him up, smiled and asked him where he went to play.

The little guy showed his father the colorful toy windmill in his hand and said happily: "Grandpa buy it."

"Mom, mom..." After finishing acting coquettishly with his father, the child Yan Qinbei finally thought of his mother. Pointing to Qian Yiman on the bed, he asked Yan Zhengting to carry him over.

Yan Zhengting asked his daughter to come in, then took off his son's shoes and put him on the bed.

The little guy carefully walked around his younger brother and climbed into his mother's arms. He coquettishly said, "Mom..."

"Son, do you miss your mother?" Smelling the milky fragrance of the child, Qian Yiman felt soft in his heart.

"I miss my mother." Yan Qinbei, a child, was lying in his mother's arms, very well-behaved.

Qian Yiman patted his back gently and said in a very gentle tone, "That's so good. Mom misses us too..."

This child has never left his side for a day since he was born. I haven't seen him for three days, and I feel very worried about him.

During these few days in the hospital, she was always worried about whether he would cry, whether he would make a fuss, and whether he would eat and sleep well.

At this moment, I felt relieved to see that he was fine.

Maybe, this is the nature of being a mother.

Turning around, she saw Yan Jingqiu standing in front of the closet. Qian Yiman smiled and waved to her, "Jingqiu, come here and see your brother."

Hearing this, Yan Jingqiu took a few steps forward and came to the bed.

Qian Yiman added Lingquan water to the water tank at home every day, so Yan Jingqiu's foot injury recovered very quickly. Now he can walk normally, but there is still a slight crookedness.

It will take some time to fully recover.

At this time, child Yan Qinnan was lying next to his mother very quietly, not crying or making any fuss.

"Aunt Qian, my brother looks like Xiaobei when he was young..."

Hearing her comment, Qian Yiman smiled and said, "Your grandma said that they all look more like your father."

Maybe it's because this man's genes are too strong. Not only are the two sons he gave birth to so similar to him, but even Yan Jingqiu is more similar to him.

"I think so."

Looking at her father and then at the two younger brothers in front of her, Yan Jingqiu nodded and agreed with her grandmother's statement, because they were really similar.

Hearing his mother and sister talking about their little brother, child Yan Qinbei also began to pay attention to his newborn brother.

He got out of his mother's arms and looked curiously at the slightly older man in front of him.

He raised his little face, pointed at the child Yan Qinnan, and said, "Mom, my brother is young."

When he was more than one year old, he had never seen such a small child before, and he found it very new.

"Yes, my brother was just born so he was very small. You were also a little bit bigger when you were born..."

"Beibei University." The little guy said unconvinced.

"That's because after you eat, everything will grow up slowly. Now that you are an older brother, you must eat obediently and not be picky, otherwise you will be surpassed by your younger brother, you know?"

Taking this opportunity, Qian Yiman taught him about the age-old problem of eating.

But, I don’t know if this little guy can listen.

Child Yan Qinbei didn't understand what his mother said, but he seemed particularly happy when he heard the word "brother."

I saw him patting his little chest and saying proudly: "Beibei, brother."

As if being a brother is such a great thing.

"Well, Beibei is a big brother now. He needs to eat more and grow taller, and then he can play with his little brother." Qian Yiman touched the little guy's head, with a mother's tenderness in his eyes.

At this time, there was another knock on the door.

Yan Zhengting went to open the door and saw his mother standing outside with a bowl of red date, longan and egg soup.

"Main Court, please bring this in for Manman to eat first. Lunch will be ready in a while." Yan's mother handed him the soup in her hand, and then said: "Also, take the child out and let you Dad took a look, he’s been waiting for a long time.”

Yan's father was embarrassed to enter his daughter-in-law's room, so he quietly went to the kitchen to find Yan's mother and asked her to take his grandson out for him to see.

Thinking of how impatient her old man was, Yan's mother also wanted to laugh. But think about it, she had another grandchild in the family, and she was too happy to sleep the past two nights.

Yan Zhengting said without blushing and without a beating heart: "Mom, just come in and give her a hug. I'll feed Manman some soup first."

Yan's mother nodded and walked in. She was already used to the way her son doted on his wife.