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

In the master bedroom next door.

Yan Zhengting took a quick shower and returned to the room. The temperature difference between day and night was large in the countryside, and with such a heavy rain tonight, the temperature dropped by several degrees.

Unlike during the day, his skin felt a little cool now, so he turned off the fan.

Yan Zhengting knew that the two little brats would definitely pester his wife for most of the day, so he simply took a book and sat at the head of the bed waiting.

Ten minutes have passed...

My wife didn't come back.

Twenty minutes passed...

My wife hasn't come back yet.

Thirty minutes passed...

My wife still hasn't come back.

Yan Zhengting glanced at the time on his watch from time to time. More than half an hour had passed. He thought that those two little bastards were getting more and more outrageous.

When he was a child, as far as he could remember, he never pestered his parents to tell him bedtime stories.

Why aren't children nowadays independent at all?

I couldn't help but complain a few words in my heart, and then made a decision.

Then wait another five minutes. If he hasn't come back in five minutes, he will go there himself to bring him back.

Five minutes passed.

Yan Zhengting didn't waste even a second. He immediately got out of bed, put the book back on the bedside, and strode out of the bedroom.

When he walked to the next room, he saw the scene in front of him and almost laughed out of anger.

He saw the woman he had been thinking about, lying among the children, sleeping soundly.

The mother and her two children were lying side by side, each sleeping soundly better than the other. They even kicked the bed sheets aside, not covering their bodies at all.

He waited for her in the room for most of the day, but he didn't expect that she would fall asleep here without a care in the world.

Yan Zhengting shook his head helplessly, walked to the bed, covered his two sons with the quilt that had been kicked aside, and turned off the lights.

Then, he bent down and carefully picked up Qian Yiman.

Although his movements were very gentle, Qian Yiman woke up immediately.

Seeing this, Yan Zhengting whispered to comfort him: "Don't be afraid, it's me."

In the darkness, the man's voice sounded particularly clear and gentle. Qian Yiman didn't say anything, but buried her face in his chest and rubbed it, showing her extreme attachment.

Feeling her little action, Yan Zhengting's mouth corners unconsciously raised. He liked her being intimate with him, which would make him feel infinitely better.

"Wait, wait..." Qian Yiman whispered hurriedly when she was about to be carried out of the room.

"Ok?"

Yan Zhengting looked down at her, confusion on his face.

"Slippers, my slippers..." For fear of waking up the child, Qian Yiman spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

The two children are growing older and becoming more and more clever.

If I woke up tomorrow morning and saw her slippers in their room but she was not there, I would definitely ask a hundred thousand questions.

To avoid trouble, it is better to solve the problem in advance.

As a couple for many years, they have a tacit understanding. Yan Zhengting understood what Qian Yiman meant without asking.

"I'll carry you back first, and I'll come get it later." Without stopping, he carried her directly back to their bedroom.

After gently placing his wife on the big bed, Yan Zhengting returned to the children's room. He quickly grabbed their slippers, closed the door for them, and left.

Seeing her slippers placed beside the bed, Qian Yiman finally felt relieved.

Otherwise, she really couldn't answer the children's many questions.

Yan Zhengting locked the door and went to bed.

"Are you still sleepy?" He held Qian Yiman in his arms, his voice still carrying a hint of temptation, "Hmm?"