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

He closed his eyes and didn't speak, and hugged her immersedly for a while.

At this moment, she was the only one left in his world.

If he carried him any longer, his little woman would be hungry.

A minute later, Yan Zhengting let go of the man in his arms.

"Okay, then follow me." He reached out and pinched her delicate nose, the affection in his eyes almost overflowing.

As long as she acts coquettishly, there is really nothing he can do against her.

Hearing this, Qian Yiman smiled brighter and said, "Captain Yan, please assign tasks to me."

Yan Zhengting rubbed her little head, picked up a green onion on the stove and handed it to her.

"Comrade Qian Yiman, the task of cleaning this green onion will be left to you. Can you complete it independently?"

Qian Yiman: "..."

Um? An onion?

What does this mean? What about sending the children away here?

Qian Yiman's face was covered with black lines, and he pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "Captain Yan, do you dare to give me one more?"

Yan Zhengting laughed softly, turned around and smoked another one on the stove and handed it to her, saying that she would respond to every request.

Qian Yiman: "..."

Qian Yiman stood there holding two slender spring onions, completely speechless.

"Good boy, I'm going to wash the vegetables. You should be hungry later..." After Yan Zhengting coaxed her, he quickly started washing and chopping vegetables.

It was getting late, he had to hurry up, his wife would not be hungry.

Now, no matter how stupid Qian Yiman was, he realized that this man had no intention of letting her do any work.

The two green onions I gave her just now were purely to make her happy.

In this world, there are indeed men who are not afraid of spoiling their women.

Yan Zhengting at this moment was definitely the most beautiful scenery in her eyes.

Qian Yiman stood still, looking at his busy back in his apron, listening to the clinking of pots and pans, and feeling the warmth of home.

She really likes this warm family life and is full of expectations for every day in the future.

......

After lunch, Yan Qinbei's child soon began to feel sleepy.

Yan Zhengting let his son lie on his shoulders, stood up and carried him to the bedroom.

I was so sleepy that the little guy fell asleep within two or three minutes.

After he fell asleep deeper, Yan Zhengting carefully placed him on the small bed.

When Qian Yiman entered the bedroom, he still had the little guy's towel in his hand. Originally, she wanted to twist a hot towel to wipe her son's face, which would be more comfortable.

Now, seeing that he was asleep, I had no choice but to give up, lest I wake him up and cry.

He is the little ancestor he cannot afford to offend.

As soon as Yan Zhengting turned around, he saw her standing there blankly holding a towel.

He took two steps closer and opened his arms towards the little woman in front of him, "Manman, come here and let me hug you..."

The man's voice was gentle and magnetic, as if carrying a magical power, attracting Qian Yiman to slowly approach him.

She likes it most when he calls her Manman. Every time a man calls her name, her heart will tremble.

The moment she fell into his arms, the air around her seemed to become gentle.

She snuggled docilely into the man's arms and rubbed her head on his chest lovingly. The scene was like a kitten coquettishly showing off to its master.

Yan Zhengting took the towel from her hand and threw it on the desk next to her.

Then, he picked her up and sat on a chair.

After coaxing his son, it's time to coddle his little wife.