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

in space.

The little cutie sat on the ground and held her face, looked at Qian Yiman and sighed, "Master, do you know how long you have been rummaging there?"

"I know, I haven't found the right one, and there's nothing I can do about it..."

Tomorrow is the birthday of the youngest daughter of the second brother of the Qian family. At this time, Qian Yiman was rummaging through the inventory in the space, trying to find a timely gift.

After searching for a long time, these things are not in line with the style of this era, they are too modern.

Qian Yiman also lost his patience, threw the things in his hands back into the box, and sat down on the ground, ready to take a rest and talk to the little cutie.

She touched the little cutie's little wings with itchy hands and muttered, "Little cutie, what should I do if I can't find a suitable gift?"

"Master, weren't you very casual when giving gifts before? Just keep it the same as before. Just take a bag of toffee out of it and be done with it?" The little cutie rolled his eyes and let her touch it. My own little wings.

Since it was treated by Qian Yiman last time, it does not dare to resist casually anymore. It is afraid that resistance will usher in double the "ravage" of this immature master.

Ugh……

It’s hard to be a space steward, and it’s even harder to be a little space steward for a childish master!

Qian Yiman didn't know the little cutie's complicated psychological activities, so he said to himself: "It won't work this time. I want to give something a little different. She will be in the first grade next year."

"How old is your little niece?"

"My mother said she will be seven next year, just old enough to go to elementary school."

"Well... little girls of this age love beauty the most. How about you give her a skirt?" The little cutie thought hard and came up with a reliable suggestion.

Upon hearing this, Qian Yiman happily pinched the little cutie's fleshy cheeks and said with a smile: "Little cutie, your suggestion today is quite decent."

"That is, after thousands of years, my wisdom is not comparable to that of you mortals." After being praised, the little cutie began to raise his tail, "But Master, you have your say, please don't touch me. How are your feet?"

"Okay, okay, okay if I don't move you..." Qian Yiman let go of his hand and suddenly thought of a question, "If I want to buy clothes, I have to go shopping. Who will take care of my son?"

Her father has to go to work, and although the plaster on her mother's hand has been removed, it is not suitable to hold the baby now. The little one is still very heavy.

The little cutie touched her chin, looking thoughtful, "Well... this is indeed a big problem, let me think about it."

"Yes, Master, I can help you take care of the child." Some time ago, Qian Yiman carried his son into the space to play every three days. The little cutie now likes the child Yan Qinbei.

Qian Yiman rolled his eyes, "I will take care of the child for you? My family asked me where my child is, how should I answer?"

"Oh... this won't work, that won't work either..." The little cutie wrinkled her little face, her cheeks bulging.

The next second, its eyes suddenly became bright, and it stood up and turned around happily, "Yes, yes! Master, I have it!"

"What's wrong with you?" The little cutie looked startled, leaving Qian Yiman confused.

"I have an idea."

"Stop talking nonsense and speak quickly!"

"I have a little skirt in my inventory. I just got it a few days ago. It is just right for a little girl of this age." This was given to it by its friend for collection a few days ago.

These little housekeepers of space usually have the habit of collecting items from various eras.

Suddenly, Qian Yiman's eyes lit up, and he quickly urged: "Really? Take it out and show it to me, don't worry!"

Who doesn’t like something that can be bought for free?

Moreover, the quality of the things the little cutie brings out is not bad.

The little cutie waved her little wings, looked at Qian Yiman and discussed: "Master, if you promise not to touch me in the future, I will take it out and give it to you."

"Okay, deal."

"That's pretty much it." After saying that, the little cutie took out a skirt out of thin air from her inventory.

Qian Yiman took it and held it in his hand. It was a red and black plaid suspender skirt. It had a good texture and was very in line with the aesthetics of this era.

She touched her skirt, nodded with satisfaction and said, "Well, not bad, it's really good..."

"That's right, I won't collect bad things at all." The little cutie said arrogantly.

Qian Yiman folded her skirt neatly and said boldly: "See what you can do. I will give you a credit today and I will give you a few more days off after the Chinese New Year."

"Sayed! Don't go back on your word!"

"Once you make a promise, it's hard to keep it back! You will never go back on your word!"

……

After Qian Yiman came out of the space, he first took a look at the child Yan Qinbei. The little guy was still sleeping soundly on the crib.

His little mouth pursed from time to time, wondering if he was dreaming of something delicious.

Qian Yiman unconsciously stood by the bed and looked at it for a long time, his eyes filled with the love of an old mother.

This little brat is so cute when he's not crying or fussing!

"Dong dong!"

"Dong dong!"

At this time, there were intermittent knocks on the door of the living room.

Qian Yiman retracted his thoughts and walked out.

She thought it was Qian's mother who came back, so she walked through the living room and opened the door. Before she could see the person outside the door, she started talking, "Mom, why are you back so early..."

"Manman, it's me."

"You, why are you here?"

When she saw clearly who was standing at the door, she was surprised and happy.