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

At dusk, the sun slowly sets.

The afterglow of the setting sun painted the sky an orange-red color, which was so beautiful that it seemed like a poem or a painting. The hustle and bustle of the day also slowly quieted down at this moment.

Yan Zhengting was walking on the road after work. Halfway through, he deliberately took a detour to another small road with fewer people.

There is a large bunch of colorful wild flowers growing on the grass here, which is dazzling to the eyes.

He put the briefcase in his hand aside, squatted on the ground and began to pick wild flowers. He took a fancy to the small yellow wild flowers.

When he picked a small bunch, Yan Zhengting stopped in time.

At this time, the streets were full of people leaving get off work. When he reached a crowded area, he used his briefcase to slightly cover the bunch of yellow wildflowers in his hand in order to avoid arousing everyone's curiosity.

Behind him, the setting sun stretched his silhouette very long...

The moment he stepped into his own yard, he felt a sense of peace in his heart.

Because he knew that the person he loved was waiting for him inside.

Yan Zhengting had just taken out the key to open the door when the door was opened from the inside.

"you are back."

Qian Yiman's figure appeared before him.

She stood in the gorgeous sunshine, looking at him with a smile on her face, emitting infinite warmth and beauty from her whole body.

At this moment, Yan Zhengting felt that all the fatigue he had felt after a day of training had disappeared without a trace.

She had this kind of magic to him, as if everything in the world could be easily smoothed out by her.

The man's expressionless face softened instantly. After entering, he closed the door and lowered his head to peck her lightly on the lips.

Then, with a gentle smile, he asked, "Why are you standing here?"

"I miss you and want to see you earlier." Qian Yiman slowly leaned towards him, put her arms around the man's waist, and expressed her lovesickness in a soft voice.

She didn't know why she was so sentimental today. She had no restraint and just acted as she wanted.

A feeling of happiness filled her heart. Yan Zhengting leaned close to her ear and said meaningfully, "You've been so good today. I'll reward you well tonight..."

"..."

The romance only lasts three seconds before you drive on the highway.

Qian Yiman stretched out her hand and pinched his waist, gritting her teeth and said, "Now, let me reward you first."

Yan Zhengting didn't dodge or evade, but just stood there with a smile and let her bully him. Qian Yiman pinched him once and was reluctant to attack him again.

Yan Zhengting took the briefcase away, and the bunch of tender yellow wild flowers underneath suddenly appeared in Qian Yiman's sight.

"This is for you." He handed the flower in his hand to Qian Yiman, whose eyes sparkled, and said softly, "I picked it on the road. Do you like it?"

"Yeah, I like it. I like it very much."

The little wild flowers in front of her were tender yellow and very fresh in color. It had to be said that he understood her preferences very well.

Qian Yiman reached out and took the bouquet of flowers from the man's hand. The upturned corners of her mouth showed her good mood that she couldn't hide.

He knew she would like it.

Yan Zhengting pulled Qian Yiman, who looked very happy, inside. Since his wife was happy, he was naturally happy too. It was worth it for him to go through a small path to pick flowers to please her.

"I've prepared dinner. You wash your hands and get ready to eat. I'll put it in the vase first." After saying that, Qian Yiman broke free from the man's hand, ran to the TV cabinet, and put the little yellow flower in her hand into the vase.

Yan Zhengting stood there and smiled helplessly.

She didn't expect that she would fall out of favor so quickly. She was just acting coquettishly and saying that she missed him, but now all she had in her heart and eyes was that bouquet of wild flowers.

He's really accomplished enough to fall to the point of being jealous of a bunch of wild flowers.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhengting shook his head, put down his briefcase, and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Although Yan Zhengting disagreed, Qian Yiman still prepared meals at home every day and waited for him to get off work.

Considering the hot weather, her appetite was not so good. She cooked sweet potato porridge as the staple food in the evening, and also fried some green vegetables and braised pork ribs to go with it.

Qian Yiman is not a vegetarian. She has always believed that a combination of meat and vegetables is a balanced diet.

Yan Zhengting picked up a piece of pork ribs and put it in her bowl. After Qian Yiman ate half of it, she suddenly remembered something.

I turned my head and said to him, "Xiaobei and Xiaonan called and said they missed us and asked us to pick them up early..."

"It's okay, don't spoil them too much."

"..."

Qian Yiman was speechless for a long time, thinking, aren't you spoiled enough?

Humph, don't think I don't know your little thoughts.

Qian Yiman did not expose the man's little thoughts. She finished a bowl of porridge and ate several pieces of pork ribs. Her mouth was full of oil and it smelled so delicious.

She touched her belly and put down her bowl and chopsticks contentedly. Yan Zhengting took out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of her mouth, and then continued to eat.

There was still a lot of food left on the plate, and he was also responsible for the clean plate campaign at home.

The loving dinner prepared by my daughter-in-law must be eaten till not even a scrap is left.

After dinner, Yan Zhengting cleared the dishes on the table and said, "Manman, I'll go wash the dishes first. You can watch TV for a while."

After saying that, he picked up the dishes and went to the kitchen.

Qian Yiman naturally couldn't be so obedient. As soon as he left, she followed him in.

Hearing the noise behind him, Yan Zhengting turned around and asked with his eyes why she followed him in.

The couple had a very good understanding of each other. Qian Yiman could understand what her husband meant as long as he gave her a look.

She took two steps forward and stood in front of Yan Zhengting. She stared at him with her bright eyes and said with a smile, "I just want to stick to you, is that okay?"

Her voice was thin, with the last syllable rising, and every word was tender and gentle.

Like strands of silk, they gently wrapped around Yan Zhengting's heart.

Yan Zhengting's eyebrows moved slightly, and he stretched out his fingers to scratch her nose. His voice was filled with infinite doting, "Okay, I'll let you stick to me every day."

"Then I'll watch you wash."

"it is good."

When Yan Zhengting was washing dishes, Qian Yiman did not actually stand there and watch him work. Instead, she ran to the living room, got a fan, and fanned him.

Of course, she didn't leave herself behind. Four or five out of ten strokes were her own.

In the face of summer, everyone is equal, husbands and wives settle accounts clearly, and fairness and justice are the main goal.

Afraid that her hands would get sore, Yan Zhengting increased the speed of scrubbing and completed the task perfectly in a short while.

He put the dishes and chopsticks in the cupboard and just as he turned around, Qian Yiman came forward and grabbed his hand. She raised her chin slightly and said, "Master Yan, please give me some face and take a walk?"

"Okay, go now."

A doting smile appeared on Yan Zhengting's face. He held her hand, led her and walked out.

"Jingle Bell......"

When they were about to reach the door, the phone rang at an inopportune time.

The couple stopped and were both stunned.

Almost no one would call at this time, so who could it be?