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

The men here were chatting animatedly, while the women on the other side had endless topics to talk about.

Today is her child's birthday and there will be guests coming to the house, so Qian Yiman dressed up a little.

This makes her look even more bright and charming, and there is no trace of time on her smiling face.

Mrs. Fang looked at her still fair and smooth skin, reached out and touched the fine lines at the end of her eyes, and said with emotion: "So many years have passed, how come you don't look old? Look, I have wrinkles..."

She has become more mature and charming than when she first met her. The once pure little beauty has now become a beautiful woman full of femininity.

Age has enhanced her beauty instead of deteriorating it. It’s really enviable!

For women, the appearance of their husband and children are extremely important topics, and they cannot stop talking about them for a while.

"Ah..." After listening to Mrs. Fang's words, Zhao Xiaomin sighed and interrupted, "You're right, it's true. Not only do I have wrinkles, but I also found a white hair on my head when I was combing my hair a few days ago. My old He pulled it out for me..."

After saying that, she moved closer to Qian Yiman to observe her carefully, and said with envy: "It's good to be young. Look at Yiman's skin, it's like a little girl's."

"Tsk tsk tsk... As a woman, I would be envious and jealous..."

Mrs. Fang and Zhao Xiaomin stared at Qian Yiman's face, praising her left and right, expressing envy, making her almost blush.

Qian Yiman chuckled and poured homemade flower tea into their cups. "Sisters-in-law, please be gentle with your praises. I feel embarrassed just listening to you..."

"Okay, then we'll save the praise for next time."

Qian Yiman: “…” That’s not necessary.

Just as he promised to praise her again next time, within two seconds, Mrs. Fang couldn't help herself anymore.

"But we can't help but praise you. I always think your voice is very nice, soft and gentle. Our old Mr. Fang said that I was too fierce..."

"It's the same in my family. They always call me a tigress."

"..."

Qian Yiman thought to herself, you have a pretty thick filter for me!

Mrs. Fang glanced in the direction of the study, then moved closer and said in a low voice: "No wonder your man, who has such a cold temper, is fascinated by you and holds you in his hands. If I were a man, I would like you too..."

"Yes, that's true." Zhao Xiaomin listened and nodded, expressing her agreement.

Qian Yiman felt a little embarrassed. She took a sip of tea and reminded Sister Fang, "Sister-in-law, your husband is also very obedient to you..."

Maybe it's because people who can get along well have certain similarities, Yan Zhengting and several of his friends are all very nice to their wives.

"How can they be the same? My husband, Mr. Fang, only takes one step when I whip him. He makes me angry every other day..." All the good men are from other families. When talking about her own husband, Mrs. Fang's complaints about him are endless, "Let's talk about what happened the day before yesterday..."

"Sister-in-law, don't get excited, don't get excited, drink some tea to moisten your throat first."

The more she spoke, the more excited she became. Mrs. Fang picked up the teacup and gulped down several cups of tea. Only then did she feel her throat better and her anger subsided a little.

Zhao Xiaomin sat by and listened quietly. Finally, she asked, "How is it? Do you feel better after the scolding?"

"It's OK. It's much more comfortable than before."

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, Lao Fang is still very good to you."

"No, I still get angry when I think about it. I'm going to send him to sleep in the study when I get home tonight."

At the same time, Comrade Fang Yuan, who was nominated by his wife in the study, suddenly sneezed loudly.

He Chaosheng jokingly said, "Fang Yuan, is it your wife scolding you outside?"

"What nonsense! My wife only thinks of me." This is the inexplicable and mysterious self-confidence of Comrade Lao Fang.

The sight of a peacock spreading its feathers was so eye-catching that Yan Zhengting could not bear to watch it any longer.

Then, he poured him a cup of slightly cold tea and said, "Drink something cold to wake up."

"What do you mean?" Comrade Fang Yuan felt humiliated.

"Literally." Yan Zhengting replied indifferently.

"Hahahahaha..."

The one who laughed the loudest was none other than He Chaosheng.