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

"Fugui, come..."

"Wang..."

In the living room, brothers Yan Qinbei and Yan Qinnan were playing with Fugui. They threw the ball to the corner, and Fugui was responsible for bringing the ball back.

The one who throws the ball has fun, and the one who picks up the ball has fun too. In short, the two people and the dog are having a lot of fun.

This unusually happy and harmonious scene made Qian Yiman astonished and filled with emotion.

It is said that the IQ of a dog is similar to that of a child. No wonder her silly son and Fugui can get along so well. When she thought about it, it didn't seem surprising.

When Yan Qinnan turned around, he saw his mother coming out of the bedroom. He went up to her and called out, "Mom."

Afterwards, Yan Zhengting also came out, and Yan Qinnan shouted again, "Dad.

Qian Yiman raised her hand to straighten the child's collar, smoothed out the wrinkles, and asked with a smile, "Have you and your brother had breakfast?"

"Well, I ate."

Little Yan Qinnan nodded, looking very well-behaved, which made his mother's heart soften.

Qian Yiman bent down and hugged her son, wondering how she could have given birth to such a well-behaved son, who was so lovable.

She let go of her son, but couldn't help pinching his little face, and asked softly, "What did you eat?"

"Did your sister make breakfast for you?"

Yan Qinnan answered whatever his mother asked without showing any impatience. "My brother, sister and I went to the canteen to get breakfast. I ate steamed buns and soy milk. The ones on the table are for you and dad..."

"So where's your sister?"

Qian Yiman glanced around the living room but didn't see Yan Jingqiu. And that little bastard Yan Qinbei simply ignored her and was having fun with Fugui.

Otherwise, why do so many people say that their son is a leaky leather jacket? Well, her eldest son is undoubtedly one of them.

"My sister is drying clothes in the yard. Mom, let me heat up some food for you and Dad..." Yan Qinnan said as he walked towards the kitchen.

Qian Yiman looked at her youngest son's back and felt a warm feeling in her heart.

Fortunately, she still had a small warm leather jacket.

Qian Yiman gave herself a minute to be touched, then quickly followed, "Hey, Xiaonan, Mommy will do it herself, be careful not to get burned..."

"Manman..."

After his wife left, Yan Zhengting followed her, but Qian Yiman only left him her back and pretended not to hear anything.

Soon, the three siblings of the Yan family discovered that there seemed to be something strange between their father and mother. Looking at how attentive their father was in front of their mother, it would be more accurate to say that he had pissed her off.

This was not the first time such a thing had happened in all these years. They were all perceptive people, and after discovering this serious problem, they all moved a few meters away from the two protagonists who were in conflict.

Next, the scene in Yan’s house was like this.

Qian Yiman was leisurely drinking soy milk and eating buns at the dinner table, while Yan Zhengting was coaxing her softly, using all his skills.

The three siblings of the Yan family had a very tacit understanding. They didn't look at what they shouldn't look at and didn't ask what they shouldn't ask.

They formed a faction of their own, quietly huddled on the double sofa, each holding a book in their hands and reading it carefully, fearing that they would be innocently implicated.

After all, if we can't afford to provoke them, can't we just hide away?