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

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

At the Yan family, Yan Jingqiu tossed and turned in bed, thinking about Zhuo Yue coming to propose to her, and she couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

On the other side, the situation at the Zhuo family was even more serious.

Zhuo Yue had been lying in bed for two hours since he finished his shower. He would lie there for a while, then sit up and lean against the head of the bed, repeating this cycle over and over again, not knowing how many times he had repeated it.

The scene of him proposing to me at the gate of Yan's courtyard in the evening kept replaying in my mind.

Finally, Jingqiu replied to him, "Zhaoyue, you can get married, but you need my father's consent..."

"When he agrees, when will I promise you..."

Thinking of the majestic aura and serious and indifferent expression of his future father-in-law, Zhuo Yue didn't know how many times he sighed. He probably saw the result. The road ahead is long and arduous!

His future father-in-law is really hard to deal with!

What should I think of?

Could you send some food?

However, considering the identity and status of the Yan family, they had no shortage of food and daily necessities, and Zhuo Yue was in a dilemma for a moment.

He frowned, turned over, buried his face in the pillow, and raced his brain.

After a while, he got out of bed and came to the desk, turned on the desk lamp and started writing something on the paper, densely packed..."

……

The next day was the weekend and everyone in the family was there.

Although Yan Jingqiu did not sleep well last night, her biological clock still made her wake up early.

Qian Yiman, her mother and her two children were still sleeping soundly, but Yan Zhengting had already gone out for morning exercise and brought breakfast for the whole family from the cafeteria.

At the Yan family's dining table, Yan Zhengting and his daughter Yan Jingqiu sat face to face, quietly eating from their own bowls, with very little verbal communication between them.

Yan Jingqiu wanted to tell her father about Zhuo Yue's proposal, but she felt a little guilty, so she naturally hesitated.

She tore the white steamed bun in her hand intermittently, and finally couldn't help but say, "Dad, I..."

Seeing that the child seemed to be hesitant to speak, Yan Zhengting thought she had something to say. G put down the chopsticks in her hand and looked at her, motioning her to continue.

"Well, I think it's so hot today..." When facing her old father, Yan Jingqiu finally gave in and finally changed the subject with a smile: "Also, this steamed bun is really delicious..."

"..."

Yan Zhengting looked over, and there was nothing unusual on his face. He was indeed not very satisfied with her obvious perfunctory answer. However, he did not say anything extra, and picked up his chopsticks and started eating again.

Although he looks calm on the outside, he actually has a lot on his mind. I'd better let my wife talk to the child later to see if he has any worries.

Originally, Qian Yiman planned to go to the store after lunch.

However, when she met the gentle and affectionate gaze of her man, and Yan Jingqiu's hesitant look as if he wanted to say something, she changed her decision temporarily.

Qian Yiman sat on the sofa, handed a piece of watermelon to everyone, and said directly, "Jingqiu, do you have anything to say to me?"

"Aunt Qian, how did you know?" Yan Jingqiu pinched a piece of watermelon with a puzzled look on her face.

"Of course I don't know, but it's written all over your face..."

Yan Jingqiu: "..."

As she spoke, Qian Yiman took a bite of the watermelon. It tasted cool and sweet to her heart, and she felt like she was healed.

She wanted to say that this was absolutely the most perfect fruit in summer, no doubt about it.