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

Qian Yiman chose to be a quiet and beautiful woman, sitting quietly by the side and watching.

Her eyes were fixed on Yan Zhengting's rapidly moving hands, and she found that this man's hands were really skillful, as if he knew everything. As long as she wanted something, he would do his best to help her achieve it.

While it was heartwarming, I suddenly remembered that her precious camera was still in the car.

So, after saying something to Yan Zhengting, he walked towards the car a few meters away.

The car door was not locked. After taking the camera from the back seat, Qian Yiman did not stay in the car for too long. She went straight back and sat down next to Yan Zhengting.

While fiddling with her precious camera, she kept saying, "Luckily I brought my camera today. The scenery here is so beautiful. It would be a shame if I didn't take a few pictures as a souvenir..."

"I don't know when I'll be free to come next time..."

Staring at the focused profile of the man next to her, Qian Yiman stood up and took a few steps back, finding a suitable angle for taking photos. Then she got close to his handsome face, seized this perfect opportunity, and took several photos of him in a row.

It was not until Yan Zhengting waved at her and asked her to come over to his side that she withdrew her hand with satisfaction and ran towards him.

As soon as she sat down, she felt her head sink slightly. She looked up subconsciously, then reached out and touched it. It was a wreath...

The next second, a brilliant smile suddenly appeared on Qian Yiman's face, which was very beautiful.

With the pink wreath on her head, she looked even more radiant and charming, and the man beside her couldn't take his eyes off her.

Seeing the wreath he had made with his own hands worn on his daughter-in-law's head, Comrade Yan Zhengting expressed his extreme satisfaction.

I thought to myself that I must find opportunities to make some wreaths for her to wear in the future, so that she would be happy and I would be happy too.

Qian Yiman took the wreath off and placed it in her hand. She touched it here and there and studied it carefully. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it.

Seeing how she couldn't let it go, Yan Zhengting's smile became even more pronounced.

He chuckled and raised his hand to touch the top of her hair, "How is it? Do you like it?"

"Yeah." Qian Yiman lowered her head to study the thing in her hand and nodded vigorously, "I like it very much, I like it very much, I like it very much..."

"Thanks……"

As soon as she finished speaking, Qian Yiman gave the man a hard kiss on the face, and then smiled broadly at him.

Her behavior successfully pleased Yan Zhengting.

He pinched the chin of the woman in front of him, lowered his head and kissed her hard on the lips.

Then, he whispered softly: "Why is my wife so silly? She is happy with just a random wreath..."

He seldom said such things, and Qian Yiman was immediately amused by her man's words.

She pinched the man's cheek fiercely and said coquettishly: "I'm not stupid, because you did it, I like it so much, so precious..."

Yan Zhengting naturally knew that this was the reason why she did that, and he just wanted to tease her.

He pulled her over, held her on his lap, and continued, "Manman, if you're happy, I'm happy too..."

"I know……"

"Where do you want to take a photo? I'll help you..."

"First here, then go over there and take a few more photos..."

"it is good."

In the following time, Qian Yiman successfully taught Yan Zhengting that taking photos for his wife is a compulsory course for men in their lifetime.