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

Yan Zhengting glanced at Qian Yiman, said nothing more, and allowed her to help him walk out of the hospital.

After the soldier brother put his luggage in the car just now, he was ready to go back to see if there was anything else he needed help with.

As soon as he closed the car door and turned around, he saw Yan Zhengting and his wife walking this way.

He quickly ran forward a few steps and said, "Sister-in-law, let me help you."

"No, you go drive." Qian Yiman was about to say no, but Yan Zhengting answered for her first.

On the way home to the family compound, the car was very quiet.

Yan Zhengting and Qian Yiman sat side by side in the back seat. He was leaning on the seat and resting with his eyes closed. Qian Yiman did not dare to disturb him and did not speak. When he was bored, he just enjoyed the scenery along the way.

Neither of them spoke, and Xiao Zhao, who was driving in front, didn't dare to disturb them and just drove the car honestly.

I thought to myself, Captain Yan is usually very serious during training, but he didn't expect that he would be expressionless in front of his wife. It's really not easy for her.

However, he thought of one more thing. The last time I passed by the family compound, I heard a group of women saying how good Commander Yan was to his wife. Could the rumor be wrong?

I have to say that Xiao Zhao is also a person who loves gossip.

After arriving at the family compound, Xiao Zhao drove directly outside the Yan family compound.

Hearing the sound of the car outside, the strict father and mother in the house immediately opened the door and came out.

Yan's mother came forward with her grandson in her arms and said with a smile: "We're here now. I thought you would come back later..."

Yan's father took the luggage from Xiao Zhao and invited him into the house for a cup of tea. Xiao Zhao smiled and said no, he had to rush back to join the team.

After Xiao Zhao left, the family went into the house.

Qian Yiman asked his man to sit on the sofa and take a rest, then poured him a glass of hot water and placed it in front of him very considerately.

Then, he quickly ran to the bathroom and washed his hands carefully with soap.

She wiped off the water stains on her hands and walked towards Yan's mother, "Mom, let me hug you..."

She hadn't seen this little guy for a long time, she thought.

Holding his little son who smelled like milk in his arms, Qian Yiman felt incredibly soft-hearted.

But why didn’t I see the other little guy?

She raised her head and asked Yan's mother, "Mom, where is Xiaobei? Why didn't you see it..."

It's really strange. If it were normal, the child Yan Qinbei would have run out and hugged her and started acting like a baby.

At this point, Yan's mother wanted to laugh but felt helpless.

She shook her head and said with a smile: "Yesterday I told Xiaobei that you two were going home today, and the child was so happy that he stayed up most of the night. No, he fell asleep at noon and hasn't gotten up yet... …”

Yan's mother took a sip of water and continued:

"He didn't want to take a nap today. He sat in the living room waiting for you for most of the day. He couldn't stand it any longer, so he lay down on the sofa and fell asleep..."

Then, I slept for nearly two hours without waking up, which showed that I was really sleepy.

On weekdays, it would be a great honor for him to sleep for an hour at noon.

After hearing what his mother-in-law said, Qian Yiman didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he really looked like that little guy's character.

The son was so seriously injured, and now that he has returned home, Yan's father and Yan's mother are working hard to prepare a table of delicious food to replenish his health.

After talking for a while, the old couple went to the kitchen, ready to show off their skills.

Qian Yiman held Yan Qinnan's child and sat down next to his man, and sighed with him: "Children grow up so fast. They have grown up so much in just ten days..."

Yan Zhengting has not seen his youngest son for a long time from a year ago to now. As a father, he will naturally miss him.

He unconsciously wanted to touch the child's hair, but stopped halfway because he remembered that he had not washed his hands before returning from the hospital.

He stood up and walked slowly to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Yan Zhengting's injury has improved a lot, and there is no problem in walking normally for short distances.

When he came out of the bathroom, child Yan Qinbei opened the bedroom door and came out.

The little guy rubbed his eyes and glanced towards the living room.

He was a little overjoyed.

Unexpectedly, when I woke up, my parents had already gone home.

When the little guy saw his mother holding his little brother, he was ready to run towards his father and let him hold him.

He was so happy that he temporarily forgot about his father's injury.

Zhizi Moruomu, Yan Qinbei's child has not even taken a step, Qian Yiman knows what he is going to do next.

He quickly stood up to stop him and said:

"Xiao Bei, don't attack your father!"

After being reminded by his mother, the child Yan Qinbei suddenly remembered. He almost forgot about his father's injury.

"Dad..." The little guy stopped his short legs that wanted to step out, stood there and scratched his little head, the longing in his eyes was self-evident.

"Come here." Yan Zhengting waved to his son.

Yan Qinbei's eyes were suddenly filled with little stars. He happily walked up to his father and was very sensible and didn't bother to let him hug him.

Yan Zhengting took his chubby little hand and walked towards Qian Yiman step by step.

The next scene is so heartwarming.

A family of four sat neatly on the sofa.

Qian Yiman held his youngest son and sat on the right side of the sofa, Yan Zhengting sat on the left, and Yan Qinbei sat between his parents.

Sometimes he is held in his mother's arms, sometimes his little head is touched by his father, and sometimes he reaches out to touch his little brother's little hand. His little face is full of smiles.

He felt that he was extremely happy now.