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

Yan Zhengting came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, walked to the bedroom door and prepared to open it, but he turned the doorknob several times and found that it would not open.

I have to say, the punishment came a little too quickly.

Yan Zhengting smiled bitterly in his heart, with a helpless look on his face. It was very likely that he would not be able to get a wife tonight...

Ugh……

I haven't even started sleeping yet, but I already feel like I'm going to have insomnia.

No matter how I think about it, it just doesn't feel right.

Thinking of this, he reluctantly turned the doorknob again and lowered his voice to shout at the person who locked him out.

"Manman..."

"Manman, Manman..."

In the bedroom, Qian Yiman was sitting in front of the mirror, applying facial cream on her face. After applying it on her face, she then applied it on her neck and hands, making sure not to miss any exposed inch of her skin.

There is no way. The winter in the north is relatively dry. It will silently and mercilessly punish anyone who does not take good care of their skin.

Hearing the noise coming from outside the door, Qian Yiman got up and walked to the bed, picked up Yan Zhengting's personal pillow, held it in her arms, and walked towards the door.

Yan Zhengting was about to continue knocking when the door was suddenly opened from the inside.

"Manman, I..."

There was a hint of surprise in Yan Zhengting's tone, but before he could be happy for two seconds, he caught a glimpse of the pillow in his wife's hand.

The crucial point is that the pillow is his.

"Manman, it's cold standing here, let's go inside and sleep..." Yan Zhengting took a step forward and wanted to hug her and walk inside, trying to get away with it.

Qian Yiman was more resolute today. She was not blinded by the male beauty and firmly pushed away the man's arm that was around her shoulders.

Then, she stuffed the pillow in her hand into his arms, pointed to her son's room next to her, and formally notified him, "Here, this is where you'll be sleeping for the next half month..."

"..." Yan Zhengting was caught off guard and hugged a pillow, trying to struggle again, "Manman, how about we go inside and talk about it..."

"Are you sure you want to say it again?" Qian Yiman put her hands on her waist, raised her chin slightly, and said maliciously: "If you say one more word, I will add another half a month..."

"I……"

Yan Zhengting was choked by her words, and no other words came out of his mouth for a long time. He didn't want to add another half a month.

Looking at the current situation, I can't avoid it tonight. I can only think about how to coax her when she wakes up tomorrow.

Seeing the man so embarrassed and speechless, Qian Yiman was trying to hold back her laughter and could hardly suppress it.

In order to avoid laughing in front of him, Qian Yiman prepared to leave the scene early, leaving behind a sentence "I'm going to bed", then turned around and went into the room without any reluctance to leave.

It can be said that when you wave your sleeves, not a single cloud is taken away.

Looking at the door closing in front of him with a bang, Yan Zhengting pinched his brows and couldn't help but sigh.

He stood at the door for a while, then resigned himself to his fate and walked towards his two sons' rooms.

The two children were sleeping and the door was not locked. Yan Zhengting opened the door without knocking and went in, treating one of them as his own room.

Brothers Yan Qinbei and Yan Qinnan were leaning against the head of their beds, flipping through storybooks. When they heard the door open, they looked over.

Both brothers were surprised.

"Dad, why are you here?"

"I didn't do anything wrong today..."

The simple-minded student Yan Qinbei is still struggling to recall whether he made any mistakes today and whether his father will come and educate him.

Yan Zhengting did not answer his question directly. He threw his pillow onto his bed and said unceremoniously, "Go sleep on your brother's bed. I'll sleep here tonight."

Yan Qinbei: “????”

Yan Qinnan: “????”

At this moment, the two children had many questions in their minds.

However, the next second, they associated the answer with their memory.

Judging from the situation, probably, estimated, it should be...

Dad made Mom angry.

Thinking of this, Yan Qinbei took his pillow and climbed onto Yan Qinnan's bed without saying a word.

However, he really couldn't suppress his curiosity.

He swallowed and asked fearlessly, "Dad, were you kicked out of the room by Mom again?"

Yan Qinnan glanced at his elder brother in disbelief. His expression seemed to say, "Are you really that bold? How dare you ask anything..."

Yan Zhengting's face immediately darkened when his sore spot was touched. He was afraid of his wife but not his son.

"Yan Qinbei, go to sleep immediately!"

"If you say one more word, you will go to the living room and sleep with Fugui."

As soon as his father finished speaking, Yan Qinbei immediately covered his mouth and lay down in the quilt, close to Yan Qinnan, for fear of being kicked out.

After turning off the lights, everything became dark and the room returned to its quiet and harmony.