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

After the engagement comes the step of marriage.

After discussion between the parents of both parties, Yan Jingqiu and Zhuoyue's wedding was finally scheduled for before the New Year, on the 22nd day of the 12th lunar month.

Fortunately, Qian Yiman and Yan's mother prepared most of the things needed for the wedding early on, so there was no rush or chaos.

At night, everything is quiet and the silvery moonlight falls on the ground, making the winter day even colder.

The curtains were drawn tightly, and the orange light illuminated the entire bedroom, revealing a sense of warmth.

Qian Yiman sat at the desk, facing the mirror, carefully applying the lotion on her face, and finally even left out the skin on her neck and hands.

This is the scene Yan Zhengting saw when he opened the door after taking a shower. Under the warm orange light, the light and shadow cast on her body, giving her an indescribable sense of peace and tranquility that made her unable to take her eyes away...

Qian Yiman wiped the back of her hands, put the skin care products on the table, opened her arms towards him, and said with a smile: "Come and hug me."

"it is good."

Seeing his wife begging for a hug in a soft and tender manner, Yan Zhengting was naturally unable to resist. He took a few big steps forward and picked her up steadily.

He put her on the bed and tucked her into the quilt. Then he got on the bed and lay on the edge. He reached out and pulled Qian Yiman into his arms.

Yan Zhengting hugged his wife, kissed the top of her head gently, and said in a gentle voice: "Do you want to turn off the lights?"

Qian Yiman shook her head and said, "Don't turn it off yet, I want to talk to you for a while..."

Hearing this, Yan Zhengting withdrew his hand that was about to turn off the light and held her fingers tightly in the quilt.

Even though they have been married for so many years and their children are so grown up, they always like to hug each other and hold hands when they sleep, and they don’t feel sick of it at all.

These subconscious behaviors seem to have become a tacit understanding between the couple.

Qian Yiman leaned against the man's chest, hearing his steady and powerful heartbeat in her ears, and rubbed her cheek against it gently, showing her utmost attachment...

After a moment, she seemed to remember something important and suddenly opened her eyes.

Qian Yiman raised her head and looked at the man, and told him her idea, "Here's what I think. We won't keep any of the betrothal money given by the Zhuo family. We'll give it all to Jingqiu as a dowry. We have quite a bit of savings at home now, so we can give her some..."

When a woman gets married, if her family has the means, it is always good to have a larger dowry, which can make her more confident...

Yan Zhengting had no objection, "Okay, I'll do as you say..."

He never interfered in this matter from beginning to end because he had 100% confidence in Qian Yiman and she would never treat the child unfairly.

After getting married, Qian Yiman has always been in charge of the family's finances. Over the years, the family not only has savings, but also has purchased a lot of fixed assets, such as houses.

Qian Yiman thought about the house and continued, "Also, of the two courtyard houses I bought before, I plan to give one to Jingqiu as her dowry..."

"Why is my wife so nice..." Yan Zhengting rested his chin lightly on Qian Yiman's head, feeling warm in his heart.

"That's right." After being praised, Qian Yiman kissed the man on the cheek. "Originally, I wanted to buy three sets for each of them. Xiaobei and Xiaonan are still young and can't use them for the time being, so I'll give one set to Jingqiu first..."

"it is good."

Yan Zhengting held the person in his arms and felt his heart was warm and swollen, as if something was full and about to overflow.

Unexpectedly, the man's warm big hand pinched Qian Yiman's chin, lowered his head and kissed her...

"Well……"

After a second of surprise, Qian Yiman's arms slowly climbed up the man's shoulders.

Yan Zhengting turned over, pressed the person under him, and kissed him harder and harder...

I don't know when the light in the bedroom was turned off.

In the darkness, it was unknown who started breathing disorderly first. The two figures hugged each other tightly, whispering in each other's ears, telling each other sweet words...

In this cold winter, it seems that spring is blooming wildly.