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

After pouring the water, hang up the towel.

Yan Zhengting sat on the stool next to the bed, helped Qian Yiman straighten a few strands of hair that were scattered on his face, and said softly: "Are you tired? How about you take a nap? I'll be here to watch over you... ....”

His tone was gentle and doting, like a warm current slowly flowing into Qian Yiman's heart, making her feel cared for and cared for.

Happy and content.

"But, I have something more important than sleeping right now..." Qian Yiman held the man's hand and looked up at him, with a little starlight in his deep eyes.

More important things?

Yan Zhengting looked at her with confusion in his eyes.

"Huh? What?"

At this moment, he thought that nothing was as important as her getting a good sleep.

"Do you think it's important if I want my child's father to hug me?" Qian Yiman looked at him with a pair of bright eyes and smiled slightly.

I still felt a little tired before, but now I don't know why I don't want to sleep anymore, I just want to act coquettishly in my man's arms.

Yan Zhengting couldn't help but feel soft in her heart as she coquettishly coquettishly spoke to him in that delicate and soft voice.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he said fondly: "Well, I think it's very important."

After saying that, he carefully placed his son who was sleeping next to Qian Yiman into the crib next to him.

Then, he opened the quilt and lay down on it, gently hugged the little woman into his arms, and placed a very light kiss on her forehead.

"Mother, can you sleep now?" His face was close to her ear, his tone was gentle and gentle.

Qian Yiman leaned on his chest, shook his head and said, "No, I haven't hugged him enough yet."

The man's arms were warm and solid, and she felt extremely at ease clinging to his side.

At this moment, she didn't want to sleep.

"Be good, I will continue to hold you, so you can sleep peacefully..." Yan Zhengting's lips gently fell on her hair, coaxing her softly.

"Then what if I still want to hear your voice more? How about you sing to me?"

Yan Zhengting: "..."

There was silence in the air for two seconds.

Yan Zhengting said helplessly: "Manman, please spare me..."

Singing is really beyond his ability. The last time he sang was probably when he was wearing crotchless pants.

"Okay, then you can tell me something I like to hear to put me to sleep..."

This time, Qian Yiman graciously let him go. But he kept this incident firmly in his mind, thinking that he would definitely find an opportunity to let him sing to her in the future.

"it is good."

This request was not difficult, and Yan Zhengting readily agreed to her request.

Anyway, this is not the first time he has said sweet words in front of this little woman, and he has no psychological burden when talking about it now.

At night, orange light shines on the ward.

Yan Zhengting held the little woman in his arms and whispered love words into her ear.

The man's voice fell softly in Qian Yiman's ears, and the corners of her mouth gradually rose, filled with happiness and satisfaction.

She was unconsciously intoxicated, and fell into sleep accompanied by his deep and pleasant voice.

After she fell asleep, Yan Zhengting quietly got out of bed and glanced at his son on the crib.

At this time, the little guy clenched his fists and slept soundly.

Thinking that this was the child his beloved woman had given birth to, Yan Zhengting's eyes softened a bit when he looked at the little guy.

After standing and watching for a while, he stretched out his hand to tuck the child into a quilt, and then went to the bathroom to wash up briefly.

After coming out of the bathroom, he poured some boiling water into the bottle in advance. Now pour it in and let it cool. When you get up in the middle of the night to make milk powder, you can mix it with boiling water to soak it, so that the temperature is just right.

Otherwise, it will take a long time to wait for the boiling water to cool down. Adults can wait, but children will definitely cry from hunger.

As expected of a father who has raised a child, he now has more and more experience in raising children.

After making all preparations, Yan Zhengting turned off the lights in the ward.

He lay back on the bed and hugged Qian Yiman, and the two fell asleep with their necks crossed.

......

"Wow wow wow wow..."

I don't know what time it was in the middle of the night, but Yan Zhengting was suddenly woken up by the cry of a child.

He immediately lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked to the crib and hugged his son.

When he arrived in his father's arms, the little guy was still crying with his eyes closed, and his little face was red from crying, so pitiful.

Yan Zhengting touched his buttocks, which were already wet, and then very skillfully helped the little guy change a clean diaper.

The little butt felt dry and comfortable, and the little guy's crying gradually became quieter, but he was still crying intermittently.

Yan Zhengting raised his wrist and glanced at the time on his watch. It was already two o'clock in the morning.

The little guy made a grunting sound, probably because he was hungry.

He walked to the bedside with the child in his arms and glanced at Qian Yiman, feeling tangled in his heart.

She was really tired after giving birth today. She was sleeping deeply at this time, and the baby was crying so loudly that she couldn't wake her up.

To bark or not to bark?

After thinking for a moment, Yan Zhengting still couldn't bear to wake Qian Yiman up to breastfeed the child.

The maternity bag she prepared contained milk powder, so she held her son in one hand and started rummaging through the maternity bag.

Fortunately, before going to bed, he poured a cup of boiling water into the cup. It had already cooled down and was just in time to be mixed with the hot water to make milk powder for the child.

After making the milk powder, Yan Zhengting did not feed it to the child immediately. He first put two drops on the back of his hand to test the temperature.

After confirming that it was not hot, I first put the pacifier to my son's mouth and touched it gently. Out of a baby's instinct, the crying little guy immediately took it into his mouth and started sucking.

Seeing that he was drinking in a hurry, Yan Zhengting was worried that he would choke, so he took out part of the pacifier from time to time, and then stuffed it back in for him to drink after he had swallowed all the milk in his mouth.

After drinking a bottle of milk powder, the little guy lay in his father's arms and fell asleep obediently.

Yan Zhengting hugged him for a while longer, and waited until the little guy fell asleep more peacefully before getting up and putting him on the crib.

Turning off the light, he lay down next to Qian Yiman and continued to sleep.