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

"It's the middle of the night, why don't you go to bed?" Yan Zhengting stared at the two little guys, frowning slightly.

The two little bastards in front of me hung their heads and stammered, and it was obvious that nothing good was going to happen...

Sure enough, he came to snatch his wife from him again.

Remember, the same thing has happened many times in the past.

The next second, the two boys stepped forward and grabbed Yan Zhengting's pants, revealing their true purpose, "Dad, my brother and I want to sleep with you and mom, is that okay?"

The two little guys tilted their heads back and blinked their bright black eyes, their eyes full of anticipation.

However, the old father had eaten more salt than they had eaten rice, and would not be easily fooled by such tricks of pretending to be pitiful and asking for candy.

Yan Zhengting blocked the door with a gloomy face and refused without hesitation: "No."

As soon as the words fell, the two little guys' faces immediately wrinkled into buns, but they still had some hope in their hearts, "Dad..."

"No, go back to your room and sleep." Faced with the coquettishness, Yan Zhengting remained unmoved, and the answers the two little guys got were no different from before.

"Dad..." Little Yan Qinbei acted coquettishly again.

"No, go back to sleep now." Comrade Yan Zhengting once again ruthlessly rejected his eldest son.

Qian Yiman sat on the bed and raised the corners of her lips silently. She saw the confrontation between the father and his two sons and couldn't help but find it a little funny.

She straightened the hair that was scattered on her chest, stood up and walked towards the childish father and son trio.

She smiled and asked softly, "Xiaobei, Xiaonan, didn't you say you were a big kid before? Why are you clamoring to sleep with mom and dad again today?"

"Mom, we had a nightmare when we were sleeping, and we were scared..."

Seeing the pitiful tone of the two little ones, the old mother couldn't help but soften her heart.

Qian Yiman said helplessly: "Alright, alright, Mom will accompany you back to the room. I will leave after you fall asleep."

Hearing this, the two little ones pouted their lips, seeming to be dissatisfied with the compromise proposed by their mother.

Seeing this, Qian Yiman stretched out her index finger and shook it, stopping them from saying anything else. "Don't say no!"

Although she dotes on her children, it is not a long-term solution for the children to always pester them to sleep with them as they grow up.

And the most crucial point is that it is not convenient for the children to see them being intimate.

Seeing their mother's firm attitude and the sullen father beside them, Yan Qinbei and Yan Qinnan did not dare to act recklessly and could only nod their heads obediently. After all, something is better than nothing.

However, the two little guys were satisfied, but Yan Zhengting, the old father, was not satisfied.

Qian Yiman turned her head to meet the gaze of the man beside her, and felt the accusation in his eyes. Those deep black eyes seemed to be saying, you actually abandoned me like this? After all, my son is more important than me...

The faint sense of grievance revealed in his eyes was very similar to the appearance of his two sons just now. They are indeed father and son!

Thinking about this, it is quite interesting.

Qian Yiman lowered her head and said to her two clingy sons, "You two go back and lie down first. Mom will be here soon."

"it is good."

"Mom, hurry up."

After the two little guys entered the bedroom, Qian Yiman retracted her gaze, stood on tiptoes and gave the man with a bad look a quick kiss on the face.

Then, she squeezed his warm big hand and whispered, "I'll be back soon."

After saying that, she didn't even bother to look at Yan Zhengting's expression, and walked to her son's room half guilty and half calm.

She thought that she had to wait until she had finished coaxing her son before coming back to coax her man.

The wife ran away after flirting with him, leaving Yan Zhengting standing there feeling a little anxious.

Her soft and tender voice was still lingering in his ears. Just now she kissed him on the face and pinched his hands. At this moment, he just wanted to grab that woman back and press her on the bed to bully her severely.

Moreover, I wanted to bully her until she cried.

However, thinking of those two clingy little bastards, Yan Zhengting could only sigh helplessly.

Then, he resigned himself to his fate, closed the door, went back to bed and lay alone, waiting for Qian Yiman to return.

Compared with the warm scene of the mother and her two children in the next room, it feels a bit lonely.

Next room.

Little children Yan Qinbei and Yan Qinnan have already lay down on the bed obediently, and they are very considerate and have left a place for their mother in the middle of the bed.

After people came over, the two little guys reached out and patted the empty space, "Mom, come up quickly."

Qian Yiman turned off the main lights and left only a dim bedside lamp on.

Then, he went up and lay between his two sons, holding one in each hand, and hitting one evenly.

She patted the two children's backs gently and coaxed them patiently: "Okay, go to bed quickly. Children who stay up late will not grow taller..."

The two little guys were quite sensible and stopped pushing their luck. They just lay in their mother's arms and closed their eyes obediently.

Perhaps it was the familiar atmosphere of the mother's embrace, or perhaps it was the mother's soft singing that made them feel at ease, Yan Qinbei and Yan Qinnan fell asleep soon.

After making sure that the two little ones were soundly asleep, Qian Yiman pulled her arm free and tiptoed out of bed.

Then he stood by the bed, covered them with the quilt, turned off the bedside lamp, and then quietly left the room.

After she coaxed the younger one to sleep, she didn't forget that there was an older one in the next room that she needed to take care of.

Qian Yiman returned to the master bedroom as quickly as possible. As soon as she entered the room, she saw Yan Zhengting lying on the bed with his back to the door. He was not covered with a quilt and she didn't know whether he was asleep or not.

However, he must have fallen asleep, and didn't react when he heard her come back.

Thinking of this, Qian Yiman locked the door and walked towards the bed with light steps.

The autumn night was already a bit chilly, so she walked to the bedside and lifted the quilt to cover him first.

Yan Zhengting, who was sleeping just now, opened his eyes. He stretched out his hand and pulled. Qian Yiman was carried away by this force. When she reacted, she was lying on her back on the bed.

"Well......"

Qian Yiman quickly covered her mouth, fearing that she would accidentally scream and wake up the children who were already asleep next door.

She glared at the man on her body, but Yan Zhengting ignored her. He had a clear goal and his hands moved directly to the buttons of their clothes.

One, two, three, many...

"Why did you take so long? Huh?" While Yan was asking the question, his hands were not idle.

Qian Yiman was amused by this question. She stretched out her white arms to wrap around the man's neck and said jokingly, "It's only twenty minutes. May I ask how long it took, Comrade Yan Zhengting?"

Yan Zhengting said with a stern look in his eyes: "I have the final say."

I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone as shameless as him.

Qian Yiman smiled and patted him, jokingly saying, "Comrade Yan Zhengting, you are becoming more and more unreasonable..."

"Well, I won't tell you." He raised his eyebrows and asked her in a hoarse voice, "Have you thought about how to comfort me?"

"Whatever you want, I will cooperate." Upon hearing this, Qian Yiman blinked her clear and beautiful eyes and said in a charming voice, "Comrade Yan Zhengting, do you think this is okay?"

"very good."

Yan Zhengting grabbed her hands and restrained them above her head, with an ambiguous smile on his face.

The next moment, dense kisses fell, from the center of the eyebrows, eyes, nose tip, lips...

Slowly going down...

Qian Yiman's eyes were blurred, and she soon lost herself in the man's strong offensive...

Outside the window, the autumn wind is bleak.

The world inside the house was completely different from the other worlds, which were hot and humid.

The room was filled with beauty, and the two were in the land of love, tirelessly...