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

Extending one's head is a sword, and shrinking one's head is also a sword.

But before the knife falls, we still have to pull someone who can stop the knife from falling.

Life is not easy, how can you not find someone to support you?

After thinking this through, Yan Jingqiu smiled at Qian Yiman and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Well... I have something to say, but can we go back to the room and talk about it?"

"Of course."

For Qian Yiman this was not a problem at all.

After getting a positive answer, Yan Jingqiu immediately took out a handkerchief to wipe the watermelon juice off his hands, and then took Qian Yiman to his bedroom in full view of everyone.

Just like that, the Yan family's father and son were left alone sitting in the living room, staring at each other.

Yan Qinbei had been restless since he was a child. He stole a glance at his father and saw that he was reading a newspaper and had no time to pay attention to him, so he was eager to run over and knock on the door.

Unexpectedly, ginger is still spicy.

When he stood up and took a step forward, before his heels even touched the ground, he heard his father calling his name.

"Yan Qinbei."

"..."

The tone of voice contained a warning that could not be ignored, which successfully stopped Yan Qinbei in his tracks. He did not dare to move even a single step.

The next moment, he turned around and started to act innocent, "Dad, I just want to go back to my room to sleep..."

This was a case of trying to cover up one's own faults. Not only Yan Zhengting, the old fox, but even Yan Qinnan saw through it at a glance.

Yan Zhengting didn't wait for him to finish his argument and interrupted his eldest son's fake words, "Sit back."

He only said three words, which were concise and irrefutable, and consistent with Yan Zhengting's usual way of speaking.

The fewer words, the bigger the matter.

Next, Yan Qinbei was just like Sun Wukong who drew a circle on the spot. He sat on the sofa and read picture books obediently, without any thought of eavesdropping on the whispers.

The living room fell into a rare silence. The father and his two sons were reading newspapers or books. The scene was unusually harmonious.

If Qian Yiman was present at this time, she would definitely take out her precious camera and take a picture of the three of them as a souvenir.

On the other side, in Yan Jingqiu's room.

The old-fashioned fan creaked and shook its head, blowing up a corner of the floral curtain, and then it fell down again...

As soon as they returned to the room, Yan Jingqiu explained everything to Qian Yiman in detail.

As the first person in the family to know about this, Qian Yiman was stunned for a second, "You...he proposed to me?"

This matter was indeed a bit sudden, and she couldn't help but confirm it again.

But the next second, Yan Jingqiu quickly confirmed her question, proving that she had not heard wrong.

"Yes, Zhuoyue came to me yesterday evening and told me this..."

Before she confessed, Yan Jingqiu was very nervous, but now that she had said it all out in one go, she was not as nervous as before.

For a moment, Qian Yiman didn't know what to say. She brushed her hair that was messed up by the fan and said, "This is really a bit sudden..."

Although Qian Yiman and Yan Jingqiu are not much different in age, since she married into this family, she has witnessed Yan Jingqiu grow from a little girl into a beautiful young lady.

When I suddenly heard the news that this child was about to get married, I had an indescribable feeling in my heart. The feeling can only be called complicated.

It can even be said that it is very complicated.