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

Since Yan Zhengting had to go to work early the next morning, after eating, Qian Yiman asked him to carry his son to the car to sleep, and the family returned to the family compound where they usually lived.

Little Yan Qinnan not only had injuries on his arms and cheeks, but also on his legs, so he had difficulty moving.

Worried that it would be inconvenient for him to get up to go to the toilet at night, Qian Yiman asked Yan Zhengting to sleep with the child and take care of him at the same time.

Her husband has been working very hard recently, and she originally planned to take care of him herself, but then she thought about it and gave up the idea.

After all, he is not a little kid of two, three, four or five years old anymore. It is better to leave it to his father. It is more convenient for the father to take his son to the toilet.

At this time, the hands on the clock showed less than nine o'clock, but the children had already fallen asleep early.

Yan Zhengting is the last one in the family to take a bath. No matter it is summer or winter, he always takes a bath very quickly, the kind that can be finished in just a few minutes.

After coming out of the bathroom, he did not go directly to his son's room, but went back to the master bedroom first.

It was still early, and Qian Yiman was somewhat uncomfortable sleeping alone at night. After thinking about it, she got out of bed, got a book, and leaned against the bed to read.

This was the scene Yan Zhengting saw when he pushed the door open from outside.

Under the warm yellow light, she lowered her head and carefully flipped through the book in her hands, letting her black and smooth hair fall freely. Her whole body exuded a sense of tranquility and softness...

After hearing the noise, Qian Yiman raised her head and looked towards the door. When she saw the person coming, she immediately smiled and asked, "Why are you here?"

Just after she finished speaking, she realized that she seemed to have asked a nonsense question. She thought she knew the reason.

Yan Zhengting came over without saying a word, lifted the quilt, got on the bed and sat next to her, holding her in his arms.

Then, he took the book from her hand and kissed her fair and smooth forehead, "It's still early, I want to accompany you first, and I can go over later..."

"Okay, actually I can't sleep either..."

Qian Yiman curled the corners of her mouth and buried herself in the man's chest. The familiar breath from him made her feel full of security.

Habits are terrible things. The couple has never slept separately since they got married, except when she returned to Hangzhou or he was on a business trip.

Therefore, it is always difficult to adapt to sleeping separately all of a sudden.

The two of them just hugged each other, silently without saying a word, but there was a magic that made people feel comfortable whole body and soul.

Although there is a big age gap between them, they have always had a tacit understanding. They do not pursue excitement or passion, they all have a consensus that apart from passion, a simple hug is also a kind of happiness in many cases.

Qian Yiman suddenly remembered something, and began to warn him worriedly in his arms: "I just let Xiaonan drink half a cup of the spiritual spring water, there shouldn't be any big problem. But you still have to pay attention to him at night, I'm worried that he will be frightened and have nightmares in the middle of the night..."

"Okay, I know, don't worry."

Qian Yiman kissed him and said with a smile, "Well, thank you for your hard work, Comrade Yan Zhengting."

She knew that her man was very reliable in taking care of the children...

It's no worse than what she does as a mother.