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

Seeing that persuasion was of no use, Yan's mother did not force her any further.

I thought that it was possible that the child might not be able to accept it all at once, so I should give her some time.

"Jingqiu, there's no rush for this. Think about it carefully. Grandma is leaving first..."

After Yan's mother left, Yan Jingqiu sat alone by the bed, lost in thought.

Although grandma didn't say anything more, judging from her behavior just now, it seemed that she had no intention of giving up.

She scratched her hair and felt a headache.

After a while.

As if he had figured something out, Yan Jingqiu reached out for the watch on the bedside table, checked the time, and then put it on his wrist.

Then, he got down from the bed, put on his clothes, and left the bedroom.

Upstairs, in the bedroom.

Yan Zhengting woke up early, but with the beautiful girl in his arms, he really didn't want to let go.

So, he held his sweet and soft wife in his arms and was reluctant to get up.

Qian Yiman nestled in his arms, showing no intention of waking up.

Last night, she was really tortured, and she kept making trouble until late at night. She had to make up for her sleep during the nap time.

Due to his years of vigilance, Yan Zhengting soon discovered the sound of someone wandering around the bedroom door. Although it was very light, he heard it clearly.

After a while, there was no knock on the door.

After a while, there was still no knock on the door.

Yan Zhengting thought it was his son outside the door, so he ignored him. He carefully adjusted to a more comfortable position, and continued to hold Qian Yiman and rest with his eyes closed.

A long time passed, but the noise at the door did not disappear.

Yan Zhengting felt something was wrong. This was obviously not like his two sons' style. If it were them, they would not be able to hold back for such a long time without knocking on the door or leaving.

After a moment, he thought about it and decided to get up and go out for a look.

The door opened from the inside without warning. Yan Jingqiu, who was standing at the bedroom door, was stunned. She seemed not to have expected her father to suddenly come out.

Judging from his daughter's expression, she must have something to tell him, so Yan Zhengting called out, "Jingqiu."

"Dad, you're up." Yan Jingqiu made up his mind, took a step forward, and said softly, "I, I have something to tell you."

"Go to the study and talk."

Yan Zhengting made a gesture to keep quiet, then turned around to look at the person who was still sleeping soundly on the big bed.

Then he closed the door and took his daughter to the study next door.

Yan Jingqiu seldom came to her father's study. Now she was sitting on the chair, looking a little reserved.

Because Yan Zhengting was at home, there were tea leaves and boiled water in the study. He first made himself a cup of tea, then turned around and asked, "Would you like some tea?"

"I drank it."

Yan Jingqiu held the teacup and took a sip carefully. The fragrance of the tea leaves instantly filled her mouth.

She thought she knew why her father liked drinking tea so much.

Yan Jingqiu was still struggling with how to start the conversation until she was almost done with her cup of tea. Facing her father at this moment, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed to speak out.

Yan Zhengting just sat in the chair calmly, drinking the tea in his hand quietly, without urging her.

Gradually, Yan Jingqiu's mentality began to become stable and relaxed.

"Dad." She looked at her father who was sitting behind the desk, opened her mouth, and said, "Grandma came to see me earlier. She told me that she wanted to introduce me to a blind date..."

Hearing this, Yan Zhengting looked up at her and motioned for her to continue.