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

In the golden autumn of October, the fragrance of osmanthus blooms.

Qian Yiman's belly is obviously bigger now. I don't know where I saw it in my previous life. It was said that it would be easier to give birth if I walked more.

Regardless of whether it was true or not, she believed it first.

This directly led to her taking her man for a walk in the yard every night after dinner.

She felt a little tired of just walking in her yard every day, so she wanted to change her route and go out for a walk.

"Honey, I want to go outside for a walk." Qian Yiman pulled his sleeve and said coquettishly.

"Let's go." Naturally, Yan Zhengting did not disobey her.

At this time, there were many people walking on the road. When they met acquaintances, Qian Yiman greeted them enthusiastically.

After staying in this compound for so long, and after being trained by Sister-in-law Lin, her social skills are getting stronger and stronger now.

However, when a couple takes a walk, it becomes crowded when there are many people.

So, she took her man with her and walked to a fork in the road with few people. There are few people living in this area, so few people pass by on the road.

"It smells so good. Are those osmanthus trees in front of you?" The rich scent of osmanthus entered Qian Yiman's nose.

After saying that, she walked forward quickly as if she had discovered some treasure, not even remembering to take her man with her.

Yan Zhengting stepped forward to follow him nervously, fearing that she would bump into him recklessly...

There is a row of sweet-scented osmanthus trees planted on the roadside, with golden flowers stacked on top of each other. The breeze blows, bringing the fragrance of flowers along the way.

"Captain Yan, it's really an osmanthus tree."

Qian Yiman was very excited when she looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in front of her. She stood on tiptoes, reached out and picked off a sprig of sweet-scented osmanthus, put it on the tip of her nose and smelled it.

Looking at people under the moonlight, there is three points more color than usual.

I saw the little woman putting the flower branch she just broke off to her nose and sniffing the fragrance. Her little face was full of joy and intoxication.

The moonlight shines on Qian Yiman's body, making her even more agile and beautiful.

Qian Yiman broke off a small flower branch and put it in his ear.

Looking in the direction of Yan Zhengting, he asked with crooked eyebrows: "Captain Yan, do you look good?"

The little woman's eyes are bright and clear, as bright as stars.

At this moment, Yan Zhengting was stunned for a moment.

"Does it look good?" Seeing that the man didn't respond to her, Qian Yiman asked again.

"Well, it's beautiful."

Only then did Yan Zhengting come to his senses and praised her from the bottom of his heart. She was really beautiful.

After hearing this satisfactory answer, Qian Yiman let him go and said, "Let's pick some back and make osmanthus honey."

She often ate it in her previous life, and the sweet smell that filled her mouth was something she could never forget.

"I'll bring you over tomorrow. I have nothing to pack now." Yan Zhengting said.

"Okay." Qian Yiman felt a little disappointed.

"Be good, let's go home." Yan Zhengting touched her face and coaxed softly while no one was around.

"Okay." Qian Yiman's hair was smoothed.

Well, she admitted that the gentle man in front of her was more attractive than Osmanthus fragrans.

Then, she reluctantly followed her man home, turning back three times.

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The next morning.

As usual, Yan Zhengting still got up very early.

This was the second time that he didn't go for a morning run as usual.

He thought of the little woman who couldn't hide the disappointment on her face last night because she didn't pick the sweet-scented osmanthus. She went to the kitchen to get a bamboo basket and went out.

When I came to the row of sweet-scented osmanthus trees from last night, I saw that the sweet-scented osmanthus trees were still stained with morning dew.

Yan Zhengting, who is 1.9 meters tall, can just stand casually under the tree and reach out to pick it.

Yan Zhengting had never picked sweet-scented osmanthus in his thirty-three years, but he was very quick with his hands and the bamboo basket was quickly filled.

He picked up a basket full of sweet-scented osmanthus and strode towards his home.

Along the way, he met several people who greeted him, and they all looked at the basket with a bit of gossip. If nothing else happens, he will become famous in the courtyard tomorrow.

When he walked to the entrance of the courtyard, before he could open the door, he met his good brother Battalion Commander Fang again.

By the way, he made fun of me again.

Battalion Commander Fang watched as his good brother, who had been cold-faced for thousands of years, came back from outside carrying a basket of sweet-scented osmanthus early in the morning.

He said that it was really a long time since we had seen each other. This was a rare scene that only happened once in a thousand years.

As a good brother, he naturally couldn't let go of this opportunity to tease him. He was afraid that if he missed it, there would be no next time.

Looking at the basket in his hand, he joked: "Hey! Why didn't you go out for a morning jog today? Captain Yan, are you picking flowers for your wife?"

Faced with his teasing, Yan Zhengting glanced at him without saying a word, took out the key, opened the door and went straight into the yard.

"Hahahahaha..."

Seeing the good brother without three hundred taels of silver, Battalion Commander Fang stood outside the yard and laughed heartily.

When Yan Zhengting returned to the living room, he could still hear his devilish laughter.

He touched his face and thought that many of his principles in life had been completely broken by the little woman sleeping soundly in the bedroom.

They are planting roses and picking osmanthus.

He thought that he was destined to fall into her trap in this life.

Then he shook his head, put the sweet-scented osmanthus on the table, and went to the kitchen to cook a loving breakfast for the little woman.