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

Bai Yulan ignored Hao Yuanyuan's protests and answered questions for the child's father.

"It's not a big deal, actually. Your daughter threatened to marry the two boys from the Yan family when she grows up."

"..."

Hao Ziqiang's face darkened when he heard this. His daughter is just a little older, and she's already thinking about getting married?

Now, whenever he thought about the cabbage he had worked so hard to grow being eaten by pigs, he felt terrible. To be honest, he was not ready to be a father-in-law.

"Oh, by the way, there's more than that. Your daughter wants both of them at the same time..." Bai Yulan continued to add, focusing on one and not giving her daughter any face.

Hao Ziqiang: "..."

I have to say, my daughter is quite ambitious!

Seeing that her secrets were all exposed by her mother, Hao Yuanyuan stopped struggling. She stretched out her hands to cover her chubby face and lay on the table with a look of annoyance.

She had to bear the consequences of her own actions. In the end, Bai Yulan coaxed her for a long time and bought her a beautiful skirt, and only then did she appease the little fat girl.

……

Time flows like water, passing in the blink of an eye.

After attending her nephew's wedding banquet and spending two more days with Qian's father and mother, Qian Yiman took the train back to Kyoto. She missed her husband and children.

When they went to the train station, the old couple insisted on seeing her off in person despite objections. In the end, their eyes were red, and their hearts were filled with reluctance to part with their daughter.

Maybe it's because I'm getting older, and I can't stand this kind of farewell scene.

Qian Yiman didn't want to make the atmosphere too sad, so she said that next time when Yan Zhengting was free, she would bring him and the children over to play.

After saying goodbye to Qian's parents, Qian Yiman boarded the train back to Kyoto. The train was still noisy, but it couldn't stop her from being eager to go home...

In order to make it easier for her husband to pick her up, she chose the time and arrived at the station on Saturday afternoon.

When she arrived, Yan Zhengting was already waiting there. The men in the crowd stood straight, looking eagerly, and attracted several girls to look back frequently.

Yan Zhengting turned a blind eye to all this, his eyes only focused on Qian Yiman who was slowly walking towards him.

He admitted that he missed her every day during the time she was away from home...

He stretched out his long legs and walked a few steps to his wife, and took the luggage bag from her hand.

Because her husband was very tall, Qian Yiman could only tilt her neck to talk to him. Her voice was light and soft, "I'm back."

"Well, let's go home."

When Yan Zhengting smiled, the cold and hard features on his face softened a lot compared to usual.

The sun is shining and the breeze is just right.

The car was driving on the road at high speed...

Qian Yiman sat in the co-pilot seat and shared with the man in vivid detail what had happened to her during that time.

Yan Zhengting held the steering wheel, listening attentively, and occasionally turning his head quickly to glance at her.

There was tenderness and sweetness in the couple's eyes as they looked at each other... In this small carriage, endless pink bubbles spread.

Back in his yard, Yan Zhengting took out the key and opened the door, and Qian Yiman followed him into the house.

After entering, she found that the whole house was very quiet. There was no noise from the children, only sunshine in the room.

Logically speaking, the children knew that she was coming back today.

After Qian Yiman confirmed that there were only two of them at home, she turned her head and asked the man, "Where are the children? Why can't I see any of them..."

This is very unscientific!

She called ahead to say she would be home today, so the children should have been waiting for her at home.

Yan Zhengting put down his luggage bag, poured a glass of warm water for his wife, and slowly said, "I sent them all to my parents early in the morning..."

"Why?" Qian Yiman asked casually.

Seeing her finish drinking the water and put down the cup, Yan Zhengting reached out and picked her up, then easily held her and sat her on his lap.

Then, he lowered his head and placed a kiss on her smooth forehead, his voice low and pleasant, "You are mine, you must think of me first..."

As long as those two little guys are at home, they will definitely take up a lot of her attention, so that's why.

After hearing this from him, Qian Yiman didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This man was getting more and more jealous, even to the point of being jealous of the child...

"How are you, uh..."

Qian Yiman was about to open her mouth to tease him about how he was jealous of the child, but the words were stuck in her throat...

Yan Zhengting held her soft waist with one hand and held the back of her head with the other hand, and kissed her forehead, eyebrows, nose, lips...

I lingered with her lips and tongue, tasting her taste wantonly...

Qian Yiman's whole body began to go soft. She slowly wrapped her arms around the man's neck and responded enthusiastically, temporarily forgetting about the children.

As the hands of the alarm clock ticked, time passed by, and the two were still kissing each other passionately.

The temperature in the living room was rising dangerously.

The flame in my heart gradually ignited, and the desire for each other quietly blossomed in the quiet space...

Qian Yiman held down Yan Zhengting's big hand that was about to unbutton her clothes, and dodged his kiss while saying intermittently: "Don't... I, I haven't taken a shower yet..."

"Wash together..."

Yan Zhengting didn't care at all. He picked her up and ran to the bathroom with a clear goal in mind.

After a while, the sound of running water was heard in the bathroom.

After a while, the sound of the water began to be mixed with waves of blushing and heart-pounding humming...

Long lasting...