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

Yan Zhengting glanced at her, picked her up from the bed, and carried her to the floor.

Touching the cold wall, goosebumps appeared on Qian Yiman's skin.

She murmured in a low voice: "It's so cold..."

Yan Zhengting grabbed her thigh and wrapped it around his waist, "Believe me, it will get hot in a moment..."

Qian Yiman's mouth twitched, "..."

He was really convinced. .

The night is deep,

There was a faint hint of singing and chanting in the bedroom...

Time and time again, Qian Yiman finally forgot how many times.

She only knew how she felt when she woke up the next day, her waist and knees were sore.

Practice has proved that you should never try the taste of indulgence!

……

the next day.

When Qian Yiman woke up, Yan Zhengting was no longer in bed.

She scratched her hair and sat on the bedside to relax.

Later, as she thought of the blushing and heart-pounding scenes last night, red clouds gradually crept up her cheeks.

She lowered her head, patted her face, and told herself not to think too much.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the small note on the bedside table. Qian Yiman reached out and took it in his hand. It was still written in her familiar handwriting.

She clutched the small note, went down to the floor and put on her slippers, opened the drawer and took out a box, and carefully put the note into the box.

There are many, many in the box, but she regards every one as a treasure, very precious.

You have to take it out and beautify it from time to time.

"Wow... wow..."

At this time, the child Yan Qinnan on the crib cried to announce that he had woken up.

Qian Yiman closed the drawer, stood up and walked towards the child, carefully picking up his son.

"Son, be good, don't cry, don't cry..."

"How about we eat neinei..."

Qian Yiman kissed the little guy's cheek, then took off his clothes to feed him breast milk. The little guy ate so deliciously that there was sweat on his forehead.

While breastfeeding the little guy, she gently combed his hair with her fingers, her eyes filled with maternal love.

Not long after finishing the breast milk, the little guy fell asleep in his mother's arms again.

Qian Yiman looked at his beloved son, and his heart was filled with happiness.

She gently pinched her son's little face, and then gently put him on the crib.

I stood by the bed and looked at the little guy for a while, reluctant to look away.

As if he heard the voice of Yan Qinbei's child in the living room, Qian Yiman quietly left the bedroom, closed the door and went out.

……

In the living room, the child Yan Qinbei was being held by his grandfather and being fed breakfast.

"Mom, hello...Mom..."

Seeing his mother getting up, the little guy couldn't sit still and kept yelling for his mother to feed him.

"Okay, mom, feed us Xiaobei, right..."

Qian Yiman walked over, took the bowl from Yan's father's hand, and fed the child sip by sip.

Seeing that the little guy was eating so deliciously, she smiled and asked him, "Son, is grandma's cooking delicious?"

The child Yan Qinbei nodded and said that grandma's cooking was delicious.

Yan's mother is a good cook. Recently, she often makes various kinds of food for her grandson. Today's breakfast is minced meat and egg porridge.

Is it okay for the little guy to eat it in his mouth?

When I was full, I called grandma even louder.

At this time, Yan Jingqiu came in from the door carrying a bag of sweet potatoes, and what followed was

Qian Yiman asked:

"Jingqiu, why did you get up so early in the morning?"

"Also, where do sweet potatoes come from?"