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

When it was time for dinner, Yan Qinbei, at the invitation of his grandmother, also got the chance to sit at the table and eat.

When he lowered his head to eat, he secretly glanced at his mother's face, which seemed no different from usual.

Since he couldn't tell whether his mother was angry or not, and thinking about the teacher coming to visit their home tomorrow, Yan Qinbei felt a little uneasy.

To the extent that my food intake was half less than usual.

The strict father and mother, who were unaware of the situation, became quite nervous when they saw their precious grandson eating so little. They asked him several times if he was feeling unwell.

After Yan Qinbei finished eating, he said hello to his elders and left the table, his back looking a little listless.

After he walked away, Yan's mother retracted her gaze, put down her chopsticks and asked Qian Yiman and Yan Zhengting, "Why did Xiaobei eat so little today? Is he sick?"

Regarding this aspect, the strict father also expressed his concerns, "He doesn't look very energetic. He is usually a very tough child, but he is not as quiet as he was today..."

Yan Zhengting had just returned home from get off work not long ago, so naturally he didn't know what had happened between Qian Yiman and Yan Qinbei and her son.

Just as he was about to speak, Qian Yiman took over the topic and replied, "Dad, Mom, don't worry, he just ate too much, he's in good health..."

"He's too full, that's not the case. He didn't eat much..."

"Mom, he's grown up, he won't starve, just be at ease..."

At night, before going to bed.

Qian Yiman and Yan Zhengting went to the bedroom next door and took a look at the two children. The children were sleeping in a very wild posture, with their quilts thrown aside.

The two men stepped forward to cover them with the quilt, smiled at each other, then quietly closed the door and left.

After returning to the bedroom, the two turned on the bedside lamp, lay on the bed, hugged each other, and whispered some private words between husband and wife.

Yan Zhengting held the person in his arms, thinking about what happened during dinner, and asked casually, "How did Xiaobei provoke you again?"

"Hmm?" Qian Yiman was resting with her eyes closed, but she opened them immediately after hearing this. "Did you find out?"

As if he was amused by her words, a faint smile spread out in the depths of the man's eyes, appearing particularly gentle, "You guys are so obvious, it's hard for me not to notice..."

"Humph, your son comes to me to show his affection as soon as he gets out of school..."

"He said that the head teacher will come to visit our home tomorrow afternoon..."

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhengting paused his hand that was stroking her hair and slowly said, "Home visits are not a big deal..."

At this point, Yan Zhengting continued to ask, "What are you unhappy about? Tell me..."

No one knows a wife better than her husband!

Before she said anything, he had already guessed that she was not simply unhappy about the teacher's home visit.

Qian Yiman rolled over and climbed onto Yan Zhengting. She lay on the man's chest, hugged his cheeks and kissed him madly several times. She felt inexplicably moved in her heart, "Yan Zhengting, how do you know me so well..."

Yan Zhengting was so amused by her behavior that he said, "You are my wife. If I don't understand you, who will understand you..."

"Oh..." Qian Yiman scratched her hair in annoyance and told him the truth word by word, "It's not a big deal, it's just that your son said those words, and I'm afraid it will be embarrassing when I see his teacher tomorrow..."

"It's okay. I don't have to go to work tomorrow. I'll entertain the teacher at home..."

"You mean I'm hiding in my room?"

"You can go to the store if you want, it's up to you..."

"Forget it, I'd better go with you. We can share the good times and the bad times..."

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