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

Yan Qinnan has always been a quiet and introverted child. Even though he is injured now, he just sits there quietly without crying or making a fuss.

The child's arm was in a sling with a thick plaster cast on it, and his once fair and tender face now had several red scratches.

He had never suffered such a serious injury since he was born, but his old mother Qian Yiman was heartbroken.

She sat down next to her son and gently touched the plaster on his arm and the bruise on his forehead. She frowned and said distressedly, "Son, does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt much now, don't worry, Mom..."

Little Yan Qinnan looked at his mother's distressed expression, shook his head, and began to comfort her.

Qian Yiman avoided the child's injured arm and held him very carefully. What kind of angel child is this?

This personality is undoubtedly inherited from his biological father.

Although the child's biological father didn't say anything at this moment, in terms of the degree of heartache, it was no less than that of the child's biological mother.

Yan Zhengting gently rubbed his son's head and asked in a gentle voice, "Are you hungry? Grandma cooked dumplings. Do you want to go eat some first?"

Little Yan Qinnan shook his head and said, "I don't want to eat, Dad. I want to sleep for a while."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and leaned against Qian Yiman. He looked particularly at ease, full of dependence on his mother.

Qian Yiman patted her son's back gently, wanting him to sleep more comfortably.

I thought, no wonder the child feels sleepy.

I must have been frightened after falling from a high place, and then I endured the pain in the hospital for so long. Now that I'm back home and have completely relaxed, I guess all the fatigue in my body has come out.

Little Yan Qinnan showed his parents what it means to fall asleep in seconds. It would take no more than ten seconds for him to fall asleep after speaking.

Looking at her son sleeping soundly in her arms, Qian Yiman felt distressed but also a little amused.

This kid is a bit careless, but that's a good thing.

She retracted her gaze, turned her head to look at the man beside her, and said in a low voice: "Take him to bed, it's cold here."

Yan Zhengting reached out his hand, carefully avoiding the child's plastered hand, and picked him up.

The two sons' rooms were also on the second floor. After putting him on the bed and covering him with a quilt, Yan Zhengting took Qian Yiman's hand and said, "Manman, I'll stay here for a while. You go downstairs to eat first."

Qian Yiman naturally refused.

She looked up at the man in front of her, and her fingertips gently stroked his beautiful eyebrows. Although he didn't say anything, she could see the fatigue on his face.

Due to work reasons, he hasn't had a good rest and meal for a long time, and his cheeks have become visibly thinner.

Qian Yiman said distressedly: "You must be tired."

"Not tired." Yan Zhengting had a faint smile in his eyes and bent down to kiss the back of her hand.

"Liar, you clearly said you wouldn't lie to me~~"

"Really, I'm not tired anymore when I see you." As he spoke, Yan Zhengting held her in his arms, closed his eyes and looked contented.

At this moment, with his beloved woman in his arms, his energy seemed to have recovered almost completely.

There is no woman who does not like to hear the sweet words of men, and Qian Yiman is no exception.

She was laughing in her heart, but she said insincerely: "Nonsense, I'm not an elixir~~"

"You are."

“You are my panacea.”

When he said this, the man's eyes were fixed on her, and deep in his eyes was doting and tenderness...

Even though they have been married for many years, facing his burning gaze, Qian Yiman was still a little shy, her cheeks flushed red, almost bleeding.

Yan Zhengting touched her cheek and coaxed her softly, "Manman, go eat first."

"No~~You go eat first..."

"Be good and obey."

Yan Zhengting uttered just a few words, but his voice was so deep and pleasant that it was intoxicating.

Afterwards, with his gentle coaxing, Qian Yiman fell into his beauty trap in no time.

In the end, I had no choice but to obey and run downstairs to eat dumplings to fill my stomach.

But how could Qian Yiman forget the person upstairs.

I saw her get up and go to the kitchen to fill a large plate of dumplings, and then she made a sauce herself.

After putting all of these on the tray, he carried it to the bedroom on the second floor with satisfaction.