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

They just moved here not long ago, and not many people know the phone number here.

Is it a call from home?

Could anything have happened so late at night?

Thinking of this, Qian Yiman's nerves immediately began to tense up. Scaring herself was probably what she was like.

She walked quickly to the sofa and picked up the receiver.

"Hey?"

"..."

Hearing a woman's voice, the person on the other end of the phone was stunned for about half a second.

Suddenly, the person on the other side introduced himself, "Hello, I'm looking for Yan Zhengting, I'm his friend."

Huh? It wasn't my family who called?

Now it was Qian Yiman's turn to be stunned.

Also, the voice of the person who claimed to be Yan Zhengting's friend sounded a little unfamiliar, and she was sure she didn't know him.

Qian Yiman replied, "Wait a moment," and handed the phone to the man beside her, whispering to him, "It's for you. They said it's your friend."

Yan Zhengting was a little confused as he took the phone from her and said "Hello" indifferently.

"Hello, is this Zhengting? It's me."

The person on the other end spoke a little fast, and even over the phone one could hear the joy in his tone.

Although he hadn't seen the voice for many years, Yan Zhengting recognized the owner of the voice at the first sight.

"The tide is rising?" The surprise in Yan Zhengting's tone was obvious.

"Yes, it's me." The voice on the other end of the phone was still happy.

"......" Yan Zhengting paused, then asked: "Aren't you abroad? When did you come back?"

"I just returned home a few days ago." He Chaosheng held a cup of tea in his hand, his expression more relaxed than ever before in years, and said without hiding anything: "Zhengting, I don't plan to go out anymore in the future, I will stay in China."

He had no intention of hiding anything from this good brother and good friend with whom he grew up. Instead, he was eager to share this joy with him.

So, after returning to China and settling everything, the first friend He Chaosheng contacted was Yan Zhengting.

Hearing this, Yan Zhengting was silent for a second, and then said, "That's good."

Being able to return to China and be surrounded by family and friends is indeed a happy thing.

"Yes, I should have come back earlier. I didn't expect it to be so many years late..." He Chaosheng looked up at the bright moonlight outside the window and muttered to himself on the other end of the phone, with countless emotions in his heart.

Only he himself knows what it has been like over the years.

After a moment, he stretched out his hand, pinched his brows and sighed, then asked: "Do you have time this weekend? Let's have dinner together?"

"can."

Since he didn't have to go to work on weekends, Yan Zhengting agreed without thinking and sat down on the sofa next to him.

While speaking, he waved to Qian Yiman. Qian Yiman didn't know what he wanted to do. After a slight hesitation, she walked towards him.

When she stood in front of him, Yan Zhengting suddenly exerted force with his hands, pulled her over and made her sit on his lap.

The man's sudden action frightened Qian Yiman so much that she almost screamed out loud.

Fearing that the person on the phone might hear the noise, Qian Yiman quickly covered her mouth and then glared at the man fiercely. He was old, but not steady at all.

Seeing this, Yan Zhengting raised a silent smile. Then he put one hand on her head and rubbed it, his movements were very gentle, with a hint of coaxing.

When facing the woman you love, no matter whether she is angry or happy, you will like her for no reason.

Qian Yiman was like a cat with its fur standing on end, whose fur was instantly smoothed down by being stroked. She no longer wanted to struggle and obediently let the man hold her in his arms, listening to him talking to his friends on the phone.

When I was bored, I took his other big hand and spread it out, stroking the clear lines on his palm over and over again...

Actually, it’s quite pleasant.

"Come to my house for dinner. We haven't seen each other in so many years. We must have a few drinks together then." On the other end of the phone, He Chaosheng thought of his youthful years and began to miss the past.

"And more." Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he reminded me, "Don't forget to bring your wife and children here to meet them. My youngest son is about the same age as your two little ones, so I think they can play together..."

Although he has been living abroad for many years, He Chaosheng knew clearly from his parents that Yan Zhengting had remarried and had children.

At the same time, he was also happy for Yan Zhengting, happy that he had a complete family with both a son and a daughter.

"Okay, no problem." There was no reason for Yan Zhengting to refuse the invitation from his good friend whom he hadn't seen for many years.

Besides, everyone will be living and working in Kyoto in the future, so there is no harm in the children of the two families interacting more often.

"Okay, then it's settled." He Chaosheng put down his teacup and laughed, "My wife said that she will show you her cooking skills when the time comes..."

After returning home, he has been in a particularly good mood.

Today I chatted with a good friend and made plans for dinner. I was in a very good mood at the moment. I couldn't control my laughter and lost my usual steady image.

On the other end of the phone, Yan Zhengting put one big hand around Qian Yiman's waist and held her back on the sofa. There was a faint smile on his cold face.

He looked very handsome when he smiled, and Qian Yiman felt itchy when she saw it.

Adhere to the idea that if you have an idea, you must take practical action.

The next second, she sat up straight, held her man's stern face with both hands, and kissed it gently.

Then, under Yan Zhengting's slightly stunned gaze, Qian Yiman blinked her bright big eyes, and leaned on his chest as if nothing had happened, as if the person who had kissed him secretly just now was not her.

Once a person starts to be dishonest, his thoughts will become less and less pure.

Seeing Yan Zhengting chatting seriously, Qian Yiman suddenly had the idea of ​​playing a prank.

A white and soft hand slowly moved down, then lifted the hem of his clothes and climbed onto the man's well-defined abdominal muscles...