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

Last night, Qian Yiman was not at home, and Yan Zhengting was alone in the empty room, tossing and turning until the late night before he fell asleep.

However, his biological clock over the years still made him wake up early.

My wife is not around, and there is nothing good to stay in bed with.

Yan Zhengting put on his slippers and walked to the window, stretched out his arms, and pulled open the tight curtains. At this time, the sky outside was not yet bright, and everything around was still shrouded in mist, looming.

Open the windows to let in some fresh air.

Then he walked to the closet, changed into clothes for morning jogging, and left the bedroom.

The living room was very quiet; children normally wouldn't wake up so early.

After washing up in the bathroom, Yan Zhengting immediately walked towards the door. When he grasped the door handle, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something, so he took his hand back.

He turned around and decided to take a look at his two sons' bedrooms. After opening the door and going in, he found that the two little guys were sleeping in a very heroic posture, and were not affected at all by the sound of his opening the door.

Children have this ability when they sleep, they can kick the quilt to any place. Yan Zhengting stood by the bed, looking at the quilt that was half on the bed and the other half on the ground, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Then, he bent down, picked up the half quilt on the floor and shook it gently, covering the exposed parts of his two sons' bodies tightly.

In this season, the temperature in the morning is a bit low, and it is easy to catch a cold if you catch a cold.

After doing all this, Yan Zhengting tiptoed out of the children's room.

Then, walked out the door.

At this time, apart from the people doing morning exercises in the compound, there were only a few pedestrians on the road.

The leaves in autumn have begun to turn yellow, with crystal dewdrops remaining on their surfaces. The morning breeze blows gently, bringing with it a hint of chill from the morning dew.

Yan Zhengting seemed to be focused when running, but in fact, he was thinking about his wife alone.

Ever since Qian Yiman boarded the train yesterday, he has been worried about whether she slept well, ate well, or caught a cold on the train...

As the ancients said, one day's absence feels like three years.

He thought, he really knew what it felt like.

In the past few decades, Yan Zhengting thought that he was not a sentimental person. But after meeting Qian Yiman, everything seemed to have changed, and he was no longer the same as before.

For example, this time, she was only away for a few days, but he even felt that he couldn't live without her.

There is always a place in my heart that feels empty... nothing I do feels right.

So much so that he ended up exercising for half the time than usual, lacking interest, and then stopped.

I have no passion for running, let alone making breakfast.

When Yan Zhengting passed by the cafeteria, he went in and bought some food, and the family had breakfast.

Since he was covered in sweat, he put the food in the pot to warm it up when he got home and then went to take a shower.

When Yan Zhengting finished his shower and walked out of the bathroom, Yan Jingqiu just opened the door and came out of the room. She looked up and saw her father in the living room. "Dad, you're back so early today?"

Yan Zhengting said "hmm" and then said, "Go brush your teeth and wash your face, then come out for breakfast."

"okay."

After Yan Jingqiu finished speaking, she quickened her pace and rushed to the bathroom. She was woken up by hunger.

When she finished washing up and came to the dining table, she found that her father had already prepared white porridge, steamed buns, fried dough sticks and boiled eggs on the table.

Suddenly, I remembered what happened to a female teacher in the office.

I often hear that female teacher say that her parents are very patriarchal, and she has done the most housework since she was a child, but she has never had a share of delicious food. Last month, her parents went to the office without caring about anything, because she was unwilling to use all her salary to help her brother get married.

Yan Jingqiu also witnessed this farce in the office at that time. While feeling sad for her colleague, she was also glad that she was born in such a happy and loving family.

Although she lost her mother when she was young, her whole family loved her just as much and did not treat her unfairly because she was a girl.

Even after her father remarried, he still did not ignore her, and even Aunt Qian was very kind to her.

Thinking of this, Yan Jingqiu couldn't help but feel warm in her heart, and the corners of her mouth rose. In this era where men are generally valued over women, there is no doubt that she is extremely lucky.

Seeing her standing there for a long time without any response, Yan Zhengting swallowed the porridge in his mouth and looked up. "What are you doing standing there? Sit down and eat."

"Oh... okay." Father's voice rang in his ears, and Yan Jingqiu finally came out of his thoughts.

She pulled out a chair and sat down, eating a mouthful of porridge and a mouthful of steamed bun, and occasionally taking a bite of fried dough sticks as a side dish. As for the boiled eggs, she planned to save them for last, as she had no free hands to peel the eggs.

Neither the father nor the daughter were talkative people, and the dinner table was quite quiet. They didn't say a word until breakfast was almost over.

Yan Zhengting finished the last bite of his steamed bun, quickly put away his bowl and chopsticks, stood up and went to the kitchen.

After coming out, he raised his wrist to check the time on his watch, then said to his daughter who was still peeling eggs, "Jingqiu, I'm going to go see your brother. Remember to feed Fugui after you finish eating."

"Okay, I get it, Dad." Yan Jingqiu turned around, holding a half-peeled boiled egg in her hand.

Yan Zhengting grasped the door handle, pushed the door open and walked in.

The room was dark. Yan Qinbei and Yan Qinnan were still sleeping soundly, with no intention of waking up.

Considering that he had to visit his parents today, he hardened his heart and pulled open the curtains, and the dim room suddenly became bright.

Then, he sat down beside the bed and gently patted the children's faces, waking them up one by one.

The two little guys slowly opened their sleepy eyes, looking a little dazed...

"Hmm~~" Little Yan Qinnan moaned, and then rubbed his eyes.

When she saw clearly that the person sitting beside the bed was her father, she quickly got up and crawled to his side, hugged his arm and started to act coquettishly, "Dad..."

"Well, time to get up." As he spoke, Yan Zhengting raised his hand and helped his youngest son tidy up his messy hair.

Little Yan Qinnan raised his head and gently shook his father's hand, saying in a sweet and clever voice, "Dad, I want you to help me put on my clothes..."

In fact, the two children have already learned to dress themselves independently.

However, this cute and pitiful little appearance really made the old father unable to refuse.

Forget it, let's just indulge him this time today.

Seeing that his younger brother was treated so well, Yan Qinbei also had some ideas. Now, he could no longer stay in bed and got up immediately without being urged.

Then, he stuck to his father and said, "Dad, I want to..."

Yan Zhengting: "..."

He knew that this kid would be 100% jealous, and sure enough.

However, it is the same whether you release one sheep or two sheep.

Under the expectant gaze of his little bastard, Yan Zhengting finally nodded in agreement.