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

After finishing the work at hand, Yan Zhengting quickly pulled Qian Yiman into the house.

This behavior was not consistent with his usual calm demeanor. Qian Yiman couldn't help but feel a little confused, "What's wrong?"

"Wash your hands and I'll take you out for a walk."

As he was talking, Yan Zhengting took Qian Yiman to the bathroom.

He mixed some hot water with cold water and rubbed the dirt off her hands and his own. Then he took a hand towel and carefully wiped the water droplets on her hands. Finally, when it was his turn, he wiped it twice very casually, which looked very sloppy.

Seeing this, Qian Yiman couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder and scolded him with a smile, "Yan Zhengting, is there anyone who treats himself so perfunctorily as you do?"

"It's okay." In his opinion, it doesn't matter if a grown man is a little rough, as long as he takes good care of his wife.

Qian Yiman shook his head helplessly, picked up the towel that he had hung on the wall, and ordered, "Give me your hand."

For Yan Zhengting, usually others just obey his orders, but he is always very obedient in front of his wife and puts his hands in hers obediently.

Qian Yiman grabbed her man's big hand, lowered her head and wiped all the water droplets on it from front to back, left to right, even between her fingers.

"Okay." Finally, she stood on tiptoe and patted his head reluctantly, "Don't do this again in the future, understand?"

"Well, it's all up to you."

Yan Zhengting felt warm in his heart. He lowered his head and pecked her rosy lips lightly. Then he picked her up with her whole body facing him like a child and walked out with big strides.

"Ah..." Qian Yiman cried out softly at the unexpected move. She patted his shoulder with a red face and kept urging him, "Put me down quickly, or someone will see us..."

"We'll let you down at the gate."

When they reached the door, Yan Zhengting put his wife on the ground. He actually wanted to carry her directly to the car, but now he felt that his hands were empty.

The door was opened, and Qian Yiman's foot, which had just stepped out, suddenly came back.

The next second, she said, "Oops!" "I almost forgot. Wait a minute. I'll go back to my room to get something."

"What is it?" Yan Zhengting asked casually behind her.

"camera."

Yan Zhengting didn't say anything more. He knew how much she treasured the camera. She would bring it with her almost every time she went out to play, and she would take pictures of anything beautiful or interesting as a souvenir.

Over the years, I have unknowingly accumulated several thick photo albums at home.

In the words of my wife, this is called recording life and loving life.

After a while, Qian Yiman came out of the bedroom again in a hurry, "Okay, okay, you can go now."

When Yan Zhengting locked the gate, Fugui walked slowly from the backyard to the front yard, looking a little confused.

Qian Yiman waved at it and said to the gate: "Fugui, stay at home and look after the house. We will be back soon..."

There's nothing I can do about it. Since you're single, I can only let you stay alone for a while.

Thinking of this, a bold idea quietly emerged in Qian Yiman's heart.

One thing has been overlooked over the years: Fugui, the single guy, seems to have reached the age where he should fall in love and get married.