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

Today is a day of moving house and cooking for a dinner party. Mrs. Fang is busy as a top.

Fang Yuan had a back injury, so she and the children were even more exhausted. After a busy day, she felt that her old back was finally about to "break".

After closing the door, Mrs. Fang leaned back on the sofa, holding her waist, with no intention of moving at all.

"Mom, you've been tired all day, soak your feet."

Just when Mrs. Fang closed her eyes to rest, she suddenly heard her daughter's voice. After opening her eyes, she found her little girl walking towards her with a basin of foot washing water.

At this moment, she couldn't describe the feeling in her heart, warmth, touching, and comforted...

"Huh..." When my feet were soaked in the hot water, my whole body and mind relaxed and I sighed comfortably, "It's so comfortable..."

The little girl smiled but said nothing. She kept her head down and massaged her mother's legs.

Seeing this, Mrs. Fang felt warm in her heart. She raised her hand and rubbed her daughter's hair, saying softly, "How come my daughter is so sensible..."

"Mom, I'll tell you in secret." Fang Xinyao stood up and whispered to her mother in her ear, "My dad reminded me. He said you were tired all day and needed to soak your feet to relax..."

"real or fake?"

"Of course it's true, he even told me not to tell you..."

"okay, I get it."

Mrs. Fang nodded with satisfaction.

This old guy still has some conscience. Since he is so considerate, I will make him some soup tomorrow to nourish his body.

At this time, Fang Xinyu settled his old father down, came out of the bedroom, and went straight behind his mother.

Without saying a word, he started rubbing his neck and shoulders.

"Mom, how strong is this?"

"Yeah, not bad, it's more comfortable than your dad's massage."

Mrs. Fang was soaking her feet, enjoying her daughter's leg massage and her son's shoulder massage. At this moment, she seemed to be the happiest mother in the world!

There is pride and there is happiness.

However, mothers are always reluctant to let their children suffer, and as long as they have this intention, they will be very happy.

After a few minutes, she started to urge the two children to go back to the house to rest, "Okay, okay, both of you stop pressing, wash up and go to bed early, you've been tired all day..."

"Mom, I'm not tired..."

"Mom, I'm not tired either..."

The brother and sister shook their heads, and neither of them left.

Until finally, Mrs. Fang said that she was sleepy and wanted to go back to her room to sleep, and the two children obediently went to wash up.

When Mrs. Fang finished washing up and returned to the bedroom, she unexpectedly found that her husband was still awake and was leaning against the head of the bed waiting for her.

When the man on the bed saw her come in, he patted the seat beside him happily and said, "Wife, come up quickly. I have already warmed the bed for you..."

Mrs. Fang closed the door and walked towards the bed. "You are so attentive. Do you have any purpose?"

"Look at what you said. What purpose could I have? All sensible men are like this..."

Comrade Lao Fang is a boaster and has a face thicker than a watermelon peel.

Sure enough, his narcissistic words were successfully met with a roll of the eyes.

The moment Mrs. Fang lay down on the bed, she felt that all the fatigue of the day was relieved.

She suddenly turned sideways and said to the man beside her, "I'll buy you two kidneys tomorrow to make soup to nourish your body."

"..."

Thinking of the taste of pork kidneys, Fang Yuan couldn't help but frowning, no longer having the playful smile on his face.

"Wife, I think we should just forget it..."

"No matter what!"

"You should eat whatever I give you. People with weak kidneys have no right to refuse..."

"..."

What a day it was!

After being teased by his good brothers during the day, he would be "humiliated" by his own wife at night.

Fang Yuan's sad tears flowed straight into his heart.