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

There was a dim night light on at the head of the bed. Little Yan Qinnan was lying on his side, sleeping soundly in his little bed.

The child had been extremely well-behaved since he was young and seldom caused them any worries. Qian Yiman sat by the bed and tucked in the quilt for him, feeling incredibly soft-hearted.

She just sat quietly by the bed for a while, worried about disturbing the child's sleep, and then went back to her bedroom.

Yan Zhengting hesitated again and again between wanting to beat the child and telling himself to stay calm, and finally he fulfilled his responsibility and helped his eldest son finish his homework.

He looked down at the time on his watch and saw that the hands had already reached 10:20. He had never expected that he would have spent three and a half hours to finish such a short homework.

Yan Zhengting glanced at the table, then pointed at the homework books and scattered pencils on the table, "Put these and those away..."

"Oh..." Yan Qinbei did whatever his father said. At this moment, he didn't dare to look at how dark his father's face was.

Seeing that he was taking his time, Yan Zhengting couldn't stand it any longer and said, "Hurry up!"

Yan Qinbei was startled and immediately increased the speed of his hands, whipping him one step at a time.

"Dad, I'm fine."

Yan Qinbei quickly packed all his learning materials into his schoolbag and stood obediently aside, waiting for his father's next instructions.

"Go wash up and go to bed."

"Okay." It was finally time to go to bed, and Yan Qinbei breathed a sigh of relief.

He swore to do his homework well next time. He was doing his homework under pressure from his own father. It must be so painful for him!

He had just taken two steps when he heard another sentence behind him, which dealt him a fatal blow, "I'll give you ten minutes. If you delay for one second, you will stay in the living room tonight."

Yan Qinbei paused for a second before he reacted and immediately quickened his pace to run towards the bathroom.

At this moment, he finally realized how precious time is. Time waits for no one!

After watching Haodaer go into the bathroom, Yan Zhengting leaned back on the chair and pinched his brows. There was fatigue visible on his face, and there was no way to hide it...

In fact, to be more precise, it should be said that I am exhausted both physically and mentally.

Finally, Yan Qinbei came out of the bathroom one minute earlier than his father’s ten-minute rule, perfectly illustrating what it means that when there is pressure there is unlimited potential!

When Yan Zhengting finished washing up and returned to the bedroom, Qian Yiman was sitting at the head of the bed flipping through the book in her hand. When she saw him come in, she casually put the book on the bed.

He patted the seat next to him and said with a smile, "Come up quickly, the bed is already warm.

Yan Zhengting lifted the quilt and got on the bed. Qian Yiman took the initiative to climb onto the man's lap and sat on it, rubbing her head gently against his chest, like a cat acting coquettishly with its owner.

"are you tired?"

"Well, a little bit."

"Xiaobei is a little naughty and annoying sometimes..." Qian Yiman paused before continuing, "I wasn't like this when I was a kid. Is it just like you?"

Yan Zhengting: "..."

It was such a huge pot that Comrade Yan Zhengting said he couldn't carry it, he simply couldn't carry it.

Also, proving one’s innocence is a must, “I wasn’t like this when I was a kid.”

The expression on his face was a little hard to describe, and Qian Yiman burst out laughing.

Then, a hand quietly climbed up to the well-defined abdominal muscles and began to take advantage of them.

And, it is the kind of unscrupulous...

"Don't be angry, I'll make it up to you, how about that..."

"Okay, but I have the final say at night..."

"..." Qian Yiman was speechless. She raised her head and bit the man's chin. "Didn't you have the final say every night?"

Yan Zhengting: "..."

It seems to be the case.

He leaned over and kissed her plump pink earlobe, soothing her in a hoarse voice, "Be good, you have the final say during the day."

Qian Yiman: "..."

Thank you so much for your fairness!