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

Qian Yiman found it quite interesting and wanted to give it a try. She said, "Mom, let me give it a try."

"Okay, come on."

Yan's mother waved to her and motioned for her to sit next to her.

With the approval of his mother-in-law, Qian Yiman was so happy that he stood up and prepared to go.

"Wow wow wow..."

At this time, the sonorous cry of Yan Qinnan's child came from the bedroom, announcing in a high-profile manner that he had woken up from his nap.

Qian Yiman sighed in his heart, it's fine now, there's no need to try.

Son, you woke up at the right time. Your old mother’s hands haven’t touched the wool yet.

"No need to try, Mom, I'll go in first."

"Go, go, there will be a chance next time." Yan's mother couldn't help but find it funny when she saw the disappointed expression on her daughter-in-law's face, so she comforted her.

"Alas... I have to wait until next time." Qian Yiman said helplessly.

Then, he took the pen and paper on the side and walked towards the bedroom.

In the crib, child Yan Qinnan was lying in it crying with his eyes closed tightly, waving his little hands.

There is a posture like if you don’t come and hug me quickly, I won’t stop crying.

"Little guy, mom is here, why are you crying so wronged?" The neck of such a small baby is still very soft. Qian Yiman bent down, supported his neck and butt with his hands, and carefully held him in his arms. .

It has to be said that after becoming a mother for the second time, her experience in raising children gradually increased.

After coaxing him for a while, the cry of the little man in his arms gradually became weaker.

Qian Yiman breathed out a sigh of relief, took a clean diaper from the side and helped the child change it.

The little guy felt dry and dry, and when he smelled his mother's scent, his little head began to move into her arms.

Qian Yiman was amused by his youngest son's appearance. He gently scratched his little nose with his bent fingers and said softly: "You are hungry from crying, aren't you?"

The little guy's voice responded to her.

She smiled, hugged the little guy and sat on the chair next to her. Then he adjusted to a comfortable position, leaned back slightly, unbuttoned and started breastfeeding.

Solve the problem of food and clothing for the little one quickly before he starts crying, so as not to cause trouble later.

It's just that feeding the child in the winter is a big problem for Qian Yiman. The moment he lifts up his clothes, it can be said that it feels so cold. Being able to persevere depends solely on this real mother-son relationship.

Little Yan Qinnan lay quietly in her arms, drinking breast milk, and behaved as much as he wanted.

Qian Yiman gently stroked his son's soft hair, his eyes full of mother's tenderness and joy.

After solving the little guy's food and clothing problem, Qian Yiman hugged him and talked softly.

The sunshine in the yard shines on the mother and son through the window, warm and bright, and the entire bedroom is filled with a happy and warm atmosphere.

However, this warm scene did not last long.

Five minutes later, there was a rapid knock on the door.

"Mom, mom, mom..." Yan Qinbei, a child, came back from playing with his grandfather. He came to see his mother as soon as he got home.

When my mother took my little brother to the bedroom, I hurried over and knocked on the door.

Qian Yiman hugged his youngest son and went over to open the door.

Yan Qinbei's child was like brown candy. He immediately rushed over and hugged his mother's thigh, shouting in a sweet voice, "Mom, hug, mom, hug..."

The little guy starts acting like a spoiled child and no one can resist him.

Moreover, Qian Yiman knew that Qian Yiman was jealous just by looking at him.

"Okay, okay, Xiaobei, can you wait a moment? Mom will take the younger brother to grandma first..." As an expedient, we should take the younger one to his parents-in-law for a while, and now we'll coax the older one to him. Let’s talk about it later.

Child Yan Qinbei nodded and walked behind his mother with his short legs.

"Mom and Dad, help me hug Xiao Nan. Xiao Bei is clamoring for me to hold him..." At this time, Yan's mother had already rolled up the yarn and was talking to Yan's father. After hearing this, she quickly reached out to hug him.

"Come on, come on, grandma," Yan's mother said as she held her grandson in her arms and said to Qian Yiman, "Hurry up and stay with Xiao Bei. This kid is probably jealous of his younger brother."

"No, I think so too. I'll coax him first."

Seeing the child Yan Qinbei standing next to his legs, looking up at him eagerly, Qian Yiman suddenly felt a little guilty in his heart.

I was just a child before, and all the attention was on him. During this period, because I was busy taking care of my little one, I more or less ignored him.

Even though the child is still young, his feelings are actually the most obvious.

It seems that I have to spend more time with him in the future.

"Come on, mommy, give me a hug." Qian Yiman bent down and picked up the little guy and walked towards the bedroom.

The child Yan Qinbei is lying on his mother's shoulder, very well-behaved.

"Xiao Bei, where did you and grandpa go to play today? Did you have fun?"

When it comes to playing, the child Yan Qinbei suddenly became energetic and lost all his depressed look just now.

He was sitting in his mother's arms, chattering and making gestures with his little hands when he couldn't express himself. He was so cute.

Qian Yiman reached out to touch the little guy's head, glanced at the paper and pencil on the desk, and had an idea in his mind.

So, I asked him gently, "Son, can mommy teach you how to draw?"

"Okay." Yan Qinbei, a child, answered her in a sweet voice.

"Well, what should I draw..." Qian Yiman sat at the desk with his child in his arms, thinking about it, and finally decided to draw the simplest one, "Or, let's draw our family. "

While talking, he held the child's little hand and patiently began to teach him to draw.

She was not said to be an expert in painting in her previous life, but at least she could get seventy or eighty points every time she handed in art homework, which was definitely more than enough to teach children.

"These two are dad and mom..." First, a big tree appeared on the blank paper, with a wooden bench under the tree. Sitting on it were Qian Yiman and Yan Zhengting, the couple leaning on each other.

Looking at the very abstract parents above, the child Yan Qinbei blinked in confusion. He still felt that his mother was more beautiful in reality, and so was his father.

Qian Yiman didn't know what he was thinking, so he grabbed the little guy's hand and continued to enrich the picture.

"This is my sister, this is Xiaobei, and the one next to me is my younger brother..." She added all three children, and it was Yan Jingqiu who was playing games with her two younger brothers.

"Beibei..." The little guy pointed to the little man above, then looked up at his mother.

"Yes, this is our cutest Beibei." Qian Yiman smiled softly and casually added a few more flowers on it.

"Okay." The painting that the mother and son collaborated on for the first time was completed seriously and hastily.

The sun was shining in the sky, and there were flowers and trees on the ground. The couple sat on chairs and looked at the children playing in front of them.

The picture of a family of five is simple and warm.

In the evening, Yan Zhengting saw the painting Qian Yiman placed on his desk.

He stopped in front of the desk, reached out and picked it up and looked at it for a while, the corners of his mouth slowly rising.

Qian Yiman came into the bedroom after taking a shower and saw the man staring at the painting he had drawn during the day.

She walked up behind Yan Zhengting, wrapped her arms around his thin waist, and then pressed against his back, "Captain Yan, how did your son and I draw?"

"Ah, very good."

"That's it? Your praise is not sincere..." Qian Yiman pretended to be dissatisfied, but his hands sneakily climbed onto the man's well-defined abdominal muscles.

Since marrying this man, she has achieved freedom in her abdominal muscles, breast muscles, and all kinds of freedom...

Yan Zhengting saw her little move in his eyes and chuckled softly.

Putting the painting in his hand back on the table, he turned around and pulled her into his arms, "As long as it is painted by you, it will always be the best in my heart."

The man's voice is low and sexy, very nice to hear.

The moment the words of love entered his ears, the sweetness in his heart suddenly surged into his heart, and the smile on the corner of Qian Yiman's mouth could not be concealed at all.

"Well, that's pretty much it~~" Her voice was soft, with a drawl at the end, and a little bit of coquettishness.

As she spoke, her hands moved toward the man's chest muscles.

Yan Zhengting's breathing immediately became disordered as soon as he was teased by his beloved woman. His Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously, making his mouth feel dry.

Qian Yiman continued to fan the flames. Her hands were as delicate and white as gelatin. Yan Zhengting held them gently, "Manman, are you inviting me?"

"Yes, do you accept the invitation?" She raised her head and winked at him.

"my pleasure."

......

Clothes were scattered on the floor.

The headlights had been turned off, leaving only the faint orange night light on the bedside.

Under the dim light, two figures could be vaguely seen intimately intertwined on the big bed.

The winter nights in Yan's house didn't seem to be too cold, and even a little hot.