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

Yan Jingqiu lives on campus.

There were no children at home. In the following days, Yan Zhengting and Qian Yiman began to live in a shy little world where they were tired of each other, making love to each other, and being in love with each other.

On this day, after dinner, Yan Zhengting specially cut a plate of fruit for his young wife.

The two of them sat in the living room, blowing on the electric fan and started watching TV. Qian Yiman was recently addicted to a Hong Kong drama, and wanted to drag the man to watch it with him.

As a woman, she likes to have people chat with her about the plot.

Yan Zhengting held a toothpick and from time to time fed a small piece of fruit to the little woman in his arms who was complaining about the plot. Recently, he completely felt the joy of feeding her.

At this time, the heroine on the TV suddenly said to the hero who gave her the rose, "Husband, I love you."

Yan Zhengting looked at it with an expressionless face. He actually had no interest in this kind of drama. He just watched it with the little woman to make her happy.

However, after Qian Yiman watched this episode, his thoughts began to wander, his heart began to become wild, and then he began to be dishonest.

She stood up and sat on Yan Zhengting's lap with a smile.

She hooked her hands around his neck, leaned close to his ear, and said in a long and charming voice: "Husband, I love you too."

The little woman's soft and charming voice sounded in the man's ears, making his ears numb, and soon his neck and back were also numb...

This woman drilled straight into his heart...

But she didn't know it.

Yan Zhengting grabbed the little woman's slender little hand that was lighting fires everywhere, and said in a hoarse and low voice: "What good will it do to you to suffocate me to death?"

"I don't, husband." Qian Yiman lightly opened his red lips and looked straight at him with a pair of innocent big eyes, pure and charming.

The man's eyes were filled with ink, darker than the night outside the window.

The next moment, the lover's kiss fell like a feather, caressing his ears lightly...

Finally, feathers all over the sky slowly fell from the sky to the ground. Yan Zhengting felt like he was in a soft duvet, which was even warmer than this summer.

Maybe this summer is too hot, or maybe the person he loves is too enthusiastic, completely releasing the madness and desire deep in his heart...

It's late at night, and the moon has hidden itself in the clouds.

In the Yan family's bedroom, the everlasting melody is still humming, and from time to time it is transmitted to the living room through the crack in the door. The singing is low, gentle, and melodious...

Yan Zhengting helped her lift the sweat-soaked hair from her face, then lowered his head and kissed the little woman's wet eyes tenderly.

With a hint of smile in her magnetic voice, she slowly said: "Manman, do you still love your husband?"

"Well, I love him even more." Qian Yiman opened his eyes and smiled back at him. It was impossible to admit defeat.

She has the hardest mouth in the whole body, no matter what, she has to add another member.

If it weren't for her pregnancy, she could still have another fight if she was lifted up now.

……

The next morning, Qian Yiman woke up not too late.

She sat on the bed and rubbed her messy hair, then got out of bed and put on her slippers. She walked sleepily to the window and opened the curtains.

Looking out from here, you can see the roses planted in the yard.

But, why does it seem like one is missing again?

Qian Yiman suddenly thought of something, and she looked in the direction of the bedside table.

Sure enough, a delicate rose lay there quietly, looking uncontested...

Ever since she joked with her man last time that she didn't receive the flowers from him, he would pick a rose from time to time and put it next to her bed, the kind that looked like morning dew.

In short, what should I say?

The flowers were really fresh, but the roses in the backyard were almost all picked up by him...

……

At noon, Yan Zhengting came back from get off work.

"Husband, you are back~"

As soon as he walked into the living room and closed the door, the little woman at home called him sweetly, then opened her hands and threw herself into his arms and rubbed her.

Yan Zhengting paused, thinking that the title she learned on TV yesterday would really kill him...

"Well, what's wrong?" Yan Zhengting closed his eyes and touched her silky and delicate hair.

"Husband, the roses in the backyard are almost extinct by you..." Qian Yiman asked him to understand on his own.

Yan Zhengting:...

"I'll give you more in two days." He could understand her little thought at a glance.

"Okay, thank you, husband, Muah." Qian Yiman pressed a heavy kiss on his face, and immediately returned to the sofa to continue watching the show the next second.

Yan Zhengting held her in his arms and was lost in her sweet voice...

When he reacted, his arms were already empty...

Looking at the heartless little woman, she was already laughing because of the funny plot.

This little woman is really...

Yan Zhengting's mood has been greatly enriched by her recently, and he pinched his brows helplessly.

Then he walked into the kitchen resignedly and made lunch for her.

No way, no way at all.