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

Yan Zhengting nodded with satisfaction and gave an affirmative look.

Then, he asked him another question, "Xiao Bei, can you sleep alone?"

When his parents returned to Kyoto, he thought about letting the boy sleep in a room by himself.

"No, Beibei can't~~" This time, the little guy shook his head like a rattle, but still answered very simply.

However, the difference from before was a decisive and straightforward refusal, rather than a straightforward agreement.

Yan Zhengting: He knows that this kid is not so easy to fool now.

When he was still thinking of saying something to fool his son, Qian Yiman finished drinking water and came out of the house.

She came over and sat on another stool and asked, "What were you two talking about there just now?"

"Oh, I just told Xiaobei that he should learn to be independent as soon as possible and learn to eat and sleep by himself..." Yan Zhengting replied in a leisurely manner.

"Um...it's a little too small." Qian Yiman's face was filled with black lines.

It's okay for children at this age to eat by themselves, but sleeping alone at such a young age is definitely impossible.

What's more, even if the child is willing, she is not at ease.

She has been abandoned by her biological parents since she was a child. What she lacks most is a sense of security. She does not want her children to live in an insecure environment since childhood.

She knows very well that a person's childhood experience will affect a person's long life.

She wanted her children to have all the love and security she could not get.

Hearing that his mother was also on his side, Yan Qinbei's child nodded repeatedly and echoed: "Mom, yes, Beibei."

The little guy nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. Qian Yiman couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She asked the man next to her, "Why did you suddenly think of letting Xiaobei sleep alone?"

"It's nothing, I just think boys need to be independent sooner..." Yan Zhengting replied without blushing or heartbeat.

The real reason was that this boy was so good at stealing his wife that he couldn't stand it any longer.

"Something's wrong, Comrade Yan Zhengting, there's something wrong with you..."

Qian Yiman stretched out an index finger and shook it to express disbelief.

This man usually dotes on his son as much as she does, so when he suddenly made such a suggestion, she always felt that something was wrong.

Before he could say anything, the kid Yan Qinbei started to make his presence felt at the side again.

The little guy followed suit and repeated what Qian Yiman meant, "Something's wrong! Something's wrong with Yan Zhengting!"

"What did you just call me?" Before Yan Qinbei finished speaking, he received a slap on the buttocks from his old father.

Extreme joy brings sorrow, and he is the one I am talking about at this moment.

"Dad." The little guy covered his little buttocks, looked at his father aggrievedly, and then changed his words very well.

Qian Yiman couldn't help laughing, but he forced himself to hold back his smile and always maintained a serious expression.

She took this opportunity and began to educate: "Xiao Bei, you can't just call daddy by his name, you know? Children who respect their parents are good children..."

“Okay~~”

The child Yan Qinbei nodded and honestly accepted his mother's criticism of him.

Although the little guy is quite naughty on weekdays, he is also a smart and reasonable child.

Child Yan Qinbei walked up to his father, hugged his thigh and started acting like a baby, and asked him to rub his buttocks.

The old father was full of helplessness. With the little strength he had just now, he couldn't even break a piece of tofu.

He knew at a glance that this boy was just acting coquettishly, but he had no choice but to reach out and rub the place where his son had been beaten twice.

He was a little tired from the previous play, and now Yan Qinbei's child no longer jumped around. He was very well-behaved and was held on his father's lap to bask in the sun.

Qian Yiman sat next to the father and son, telling stories that she had read before. She told them very vividly.

The child Yan Qinbei was quite fascinated by what he heard.

However, he had not taken a nap today, and soon he felt sleepy.

His little head moved little by little. Yan Zhengting saw that he was holding the child across his lap and resting his head on his arm.

It will be much more comfortable to sleep in this position.

After the child fell asleep, Qian Yiman stood up and walked to him and whispered: "It's getting windy. I'll take him back to the house to sleep."

This child is so fleshy now that it is not easy to hold him up at all.

She was worried about the injuries that would affect Yan Zhengting.

"Manman, don't worry, I have no problem holding you now..."

Yan Zhengting knew how good his recovery was, and apart from not exercising too strenuously, everything else was not a problem.