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

Qian Yiman grabbed Yan Zhengting's hand and intertwined his fingers, her tone full of emotion, "Time flies so fast, in a blink of an eye we have been married for ten years..."

"Yeah, it's really fast, the kids have grown so big..."

As he spoke, Yan Zhengting lifted their clasped hands and gently kissed the back of her hand, with the tenderness in his eyes spreading infinitely.

"I love you so much, what should I do..." She moved closer to him with a smile, and her soft and pleasant voice rang in his ears, like the spring breeze, lingering around his heart.

"Don't be afraid, you are here..." Yan Zhengting pressed her hand to his left chest, his tone was unspeakably gentle, and he followed up with another sentence, "Just stay by my side forever..."

Yan's love words reappeared again, severely hurting Qian Yiman's little heart, making her heart beat wildly.

The couple adheres to the principle of not stopping until they make each other die of sweetness, and they keep saying sweet words to each other non-stop, and it seems that there is no end to the love words in their hearts.

Qian Yiman caught a glimpse of a patch of pink not far away, and her heart began to stir. She didn't take her eyes off it for a long time.

After being married for so many years, they still have a tacit understanding. Yan Zhengting guessed what she was thinking at the moment with just one glance.

He reached out and tidied her windblown hair behind her ears and asked casually, "Want it?"

"Yes, I want it." Qian Yiman nodded and did not deny it.

After all, if you like something, you should say it out loud, so that you can give men the opportunity to show it.

Very good, her man did not disappoint her. As soon as she finished speaking, he stood up without saying a word and walked towards the place full of peach blossoms.

This man has been the same for ten years, still very sensible and still takes her every word to heart.

Qian Yiman sat on a rock, supporting her chin with both hands, looking at the figure standing under the peach tree picking flowers, the smile between her eyebrows nowhere to hide.

Perhaps feeling the burning gaze behind him, Yan Zhengting suddenly turned around and glanced in her direction, and gave her a gentle and doting smile in return.

They smiled at each other, and then he withdrew his gaze and continued to focus on the task at hand, picking flowers to please his wife.

With his skills, he was quick and after a while, he was walking back with a bunch of pink peach blossoms.

Yan Zhengting squatted in front of Qian Yiman and handed it to her, saying in a gentle voice: "This is the first bouquet of flowers for you in the new year."

What this means is that spring is here and you will be given many, many flowers.

Even though it was just a simple sentence from the man, Qian Yiman still smiled happily. Perhaps only she understood this feeling.

However, today she had a new idea and was not going to let him off so easily.

"Thank you." She did not take the bouquet from his hand immediately, but gently touched the pink petals, "But..."

She paused, then added, "Today I want to take a photo wearing a wreath..."

Now that things have come to this, a sensible man already knows what to do.

However, as a "sensible man", Yan Zhengting immediately understood what his wife meant the moment she said it, and grasped exactly what she wanted to express.

"Okay, I promise to complete the task."

After saying that, he sat back on the big rock, lowered his head and fiddled with the peach blossoms in his hand, thinking about how to weave the wreath.

He only has one request, to be beautiful!