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

Yan's mother sighed after hearing this.

He said, "Who says it's not the case? Fang Yuan and his wife are quite nice people. Let's take more care of them and their son during this period..."

"okay……"

From that day on, Qian Yiman would take Yan Qinbei's child to the next door every two days to talk to Sister-in-law Fang.

Sometimes we meet Sister-in-law Lin, and everyone comes here to care about Sister-in-law Fang. Whenever this happens, the three women can always chat for a long time.

The days passed by.

In a blink of an eye, New Year's Eve has arrived.

No accident, Yan Zhengting and Fang Yuan still did not go home.

Early in the morning, Qian Yiman was awakened by the sound of firecrackers outside.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and saw her son beside her moving uneasily. She reached out and patted him gently.

After a while, with the comfort of his mother, the little guy gradually calmed down.

I picked up the watch on the bedside table and glanced at it. It was only six o'clock. It was still early.

She didn't get up immediately and continued to lie in the warm bed.

Qian Yiman glanced at the place next to him, thinking especially of Yan Zhengting at this moment.

Thinking of the past, I could fall asleep in the warm arms of my man every day, and wake up happily in his arms every morning.

Today is the Chinese New Year, and she misses this man even more.

She reached out and touched Yan Zhengting's pillow, as if there was still his remaining breath on it.

I don’t know how well he completed his mission...

Did you get cold? Ever go hungry? Is it safe? When will you go home?

Ugh……

Qian Yiman stretched out his hands and rubbed his face. He couldn't think about it anymore. This would only make him miss him more and more...

Why don't you go into the space and chat with the cutie?

She dodged into the space.

"Little cutie."

As soon as he entered, Qian Yiman found a small chair, sat down on it, and shouted weakly.

"Master, tell me what's on your mind." The little cutie came to her and flapped her wings, acting like a caring little brother.

Qian Yiman stretched out his claws, gently poked its little wings, and said in a low mood: "My dear, my man is on a mission..."

After hearing this, the little cutie nodded, and then said as if she suddenly understood, "Oh~~Master, is this the legendary lovesickness?"

He had heard of this kind of lovesickness before. I heard that people suffering from this disease can only think about tea but not food, and become thinner day by day.

Anyway, the little cutie is not a real person. Qian Yiman admitted openly: "He is a little lovesick. In addition, I am also worried about his safety."

They were all on holiday, and the Chinese New Year was coming soon. Temporary tasks at this special time must be more urgent, and she guessed that the risk would be higher.

Therefore, since Yan Zhengting left home, many worries lingered in her heart.

"Eh? Didn't you pack a lot of spiritual spring water last time?" The little cutie suddenly remembered such a thing and asked her.

The implication is, with spiritual spring water, what do you have to worry about? Didn’t I tell you a long time ago that as long as you have one breath left, you can save me?

"I understand what you mean, although generally speaking I won't. But I'm just worried that if there is any danger, if I don't drink it in time, then..." She didn't say the last few words, because she felt that It’s unlucky and I want to avoid it.

She never believed in this before, but now that she has traveled through time here, why doesn't she believe it?

The little cutie scratched his head and said with a cute expression, "Probably, not really..."

Speaking of this, Qian Yiman started to bring up old things again. She glared at the little cutie and said, "Why not? Have you forgotten that I almost took my last breath and couldn't survive it?"

"Uh...that, that, hey, mistake, mistake..."

Facing the owner's accusation, the little cutie also thought of that incident and suddenly felt guilty.

Once she was caught, she had to bow her head every time.

"Oh, it's useless to tell you all this. I'm going out first... Happy New Year!" Qian Yiman waved his hand, sent a New Year's greeting, and walked out of the space without any hesitation.

She went back to lie in bed for a while. Fortunately, there were two children with her, otherwise she would be really lonely.

Half an hour later, Qian Yiman was just about to get up when he heard the sound of Yan Qinbei's child getting up.

I was afraid that if he came to knock on the door later and look for me, he would wake up the little guy next to me.

She quickly got out of bed, dressed herself, opened the door and walked out of the room.

"Xiao Bei."

The child Yan Qinbei was being held by his grandma and walking out of the bedroom next door.

Seeing that it was his mother, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he opened his arms and rushed towards her.

Qian Yiman stepped forward, took the little guy from Yan's mother's arms and held him in his arms.

Child Yan Qinbei kissed her on the cheek, then lay on her shoulder, full of dependence on her mother.

Qian Yiman touched the little guy's head and said softly: "You're so good, mom will take you to wash your face..."

After saying that, she carried him to the bathroom.

Just as he took a step forward, he suddenly heard the little guy say, "Mom, I want daddy, I want daddy..."