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

Yan Zhengting smiled, then picked up his angry wife and sat her on a chair nearby.

He placed her face to face on his thighs, lowered his head and gently rubbed her nose with the tip of his nose, the action was intimate and gentle, "Are you angry? Huh?"

"..."

The man's voice was deep and pleasant, and his eyes lingered on her with warmth and tenderness. Qian Yiman's heart couldn't help but tremble. She estimated that she would not be able to hold out for more than 30 seconds, let alone being angry for a whole song.

In fact, it seemed like it took less than thirty seconds, and at this moment her heart had secretly softened.

Thinking of this, she felt that she really had no self-control at all, and it was a bit useless not to say what she should say.

"Hmph!" In order to maintain her last bit of face, Qian Yiman snorted weakly, telling the man that she was still angry.

Although she said she was unhappy, her body was very honest. She hid in Yan Zhengting's arms and was reluctant to come out.

She knew that no one in the world understood her better than him, and that he could calm her down with just a few words, so naturally.

The man's embrace was broad and warm. She rubbed her cheek against his warm chest affectionately. Her ears were filled with the sound of his steady, strong heartbeat, and her nose was filled with a familiar scent, which made her feel inexplicably at ease.

Now, she didn't want to think about anything in her mind, she just wanted to be held by him like this.

The world is so big, and Qian Yiman has lived for two lifetimes, but she has only met such a man who makes her feel full of security and warmth.

I often feel that love is not enough...

Just like now, even if I am held in his arms, it still doesn't feel enough...

She thought that she would probably be trapped in Yan Zhengting's love forever and could not get out.

Yan Zhengting gently stroked the girl's black and smooth hair with one hand and coaxed her softly, "Manman, can I make you some sweet and sour pork ribs for lunch?"

"Okay~~" Qian Yiman nodded. This time she was really not angry at all.

This dish is her favorite. She loves it for many years and never gets tired of it.

After he learned how to cook it, he continued to make it for her every day for many years and never got tired of it.

At noon, Yan Zhengting was not the only chef. Later, the eldest and second brothers of the Yan family also joined in.

The three brothers of the Yan family worked together and were busy in the kitchen.

Outside, the living room was also bustling with activity. The adults were eating melon seeds and chatting, while the children were playing and fighting.

Everyone was talking about the children, and suddenly the topic turned to Yan Jingqiu.

The eldest sister-in-law of the Yan family took a handful of melon seeds from the fruit plate, looked at Yan Jingqiu who was sitting next to Qian Yiman, and asked with concern: "Jingqiu, tell your aunt, do you have a partner?"

Yan Jingqiu was shy and felt a little embarrassed when asked this question out of the blue. She answered in a low voice, "Not yet."

The eldest sister-in-law of the Yan family said while eating melon seeds: "It's time to find a partner. When you go back, your aunt will help you keep an eye out for any good young men..."

"..."

Yan Jingqiu was a little confused for a moment. She had just asked her father to give up the idea of ​​her grandmother arranging a blind date for her, and her aunt came again.

Before she could say anything, the second sister-in-law of the Yan family also interrupted and said, "Jingqiu, don't worry, the second aunt will also help you pay more attention..."

"..."

Yan Jingqiu was speechless again. She really had nothing to worry about. The only thing she was worried about was your excessive enthusiasm...