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

"I know, Butler."

Hearing this, Qian Yiman chuckled and nodded.

Maybe Yan Zhengting has been too busy with work recently, his cheeks look noticeably thinner.

She raised her face, and gently stroked Yan Zhengting's eyebrows with her fingers, her tone revealing a hint of heartache, "Comrade Yan Zhengting, don't worry so much, you look thinner and more vicissitudes..."

I have to say that Yan Zhengting knows how to grasp the key points.

He raised his eyebrows, grabbed her hand, put it to his lips and kissed it gently, and said in a leisurely tone: "Why? Do you think I'm old? Huh?"

"I don't have that."

"You don't look old at all. You are much more attractive than those young people in their 18s and 19s. I like you like this..."

There is no doubt about this.

She looked at him with a smile on her face, and her words were also soft, like countless feathers quietly falling into Yan Zhengting's heart...

In just a moment, his heart was filled to the brim and felt incredibly soft.

How could Yan Zhengting not know that her heart was with him? He just wanted to tease her.

The man raised his eyebrows, his eyes fell on Qian Yiman's face, and he said meaningfully: "Why do I remember that someone was staring at an eighteen or nineteen-year-old recruit and couldn't take his eyes off him?"

"..."

After he reminded her of this, all the memories of the past came back to Qian Yiman's mind. It seemed that many years ago, she really took a second look at the youthful soldier in the crowd.

Uh... let's just say, it seems that this fact cannot be refuted.

However, we still have to say what needs to be said, so as to keep our innocence in this world.

"Well, that doesn't count. I just looked at him a little longer because he looked familiar..."

Yan Zhengting said with a hint of meaning, "Well, I remember you said he looked a lot like a boy you liked in school before..."

After saying that, he lowered his head and bit her lips, but he controlled the strength and his movements were still gentle.

Obviously, this is just a jealous tactic.

Qian Yiman immediately felt the strong smell of jealousy, and took corresponding action the next second.

"That was because I was young and ignorant~~" She raised her arms and wrapped them around the man's neck, kissed him on the face again and again with a smile, and coaxed him softly: "Who made me not meet you earlier, otherwise I would definitely fall in love with you at first sight..."

It must be said that these sweet words are very pleasing to the ear. Every word of them can easily make the corners of one's mouth curl up automatically.

This proves once again that the sweet words that can make people sick are not only suitable for women, but also have the same effect on men.

After he finished speaking, Yan Zhengting pursed his lips and smiled softly, with twinkling joy in his dark eyes. "Why are you speaking so nicely today, huh?"

Qian Yiman blinked her clear and bright eyes, "Because I can't help but want to tell the nice words to the one I love the most..."

When she spoke, her voice was drawn out, soft and sticky, and she was coquettish yet charming. It was like the lingering spring wind, blowing slowly into people's hearts.

The lake of my heart is like a small stone thrown into it, the water ripples out in circles, and there are dots of starlight...

Yan Zhengting's Adam's apple slid up and down, he raised his hand to tuck her black and smooth hair behind her ear, and slowly said, "Are you flirting with me again?"

"Um...I didn't."

Caught off guard by his passionate and affectionate gaze, Qian Yiman no longer had the energy she had to say sweet words just now.

After saying that, she immediately buried her head in the man's chest, and a blush crept up her cheeks and ears.

Seeing this, the corners of Yan Zhengting's mouth slowly rose.

Then, he lowered his head and leaned close to her ear, saying meaningfully: "Manman, the time at noon is too short, seduce me again in the evening..."

"..."

What I mean is, I really want to ask, who is flirting with whom?

Qian Yiman reached out and pinched his waist with lightning speed.

However, the man’s strong muscles, coupled with the fact that his winter clothes were not thin enough, made it impossible to pinch him.

In the end, Yan Zhengting was unharmed.

The couple stayed in the room for most of the day. When it was almost time to go to work, they tidied up each other's messy clothes, opened the door and walked out.

Yan Jingqiu sat on the sofa holding a storybook. Yan Qinbei and Yan Qinnan sat on either side of her, listening attentively.

Faced with this situation, Qian Yiman once again sighed in her heart that her husband and daughter were still giving birth to fewer children.

If possible, she wouldn't mind having ten more.