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

After picking enough locust flowers, Yan Zhengting had perfectly completed the task assigned by his mother and immediately evacuated from the troubled area around his old father and mother.

As for sending flowers to coax someone, let his old father do it himself. The old couple should solve their relationship themselves.

Qian Yiman did not lock the door when she went back to her room to catch up on some sleep. Yan Zhengting went upstairs and opened the door with a casual twist of the key.

The first thing he did after closing the door was to lock it.

His eyes swept towards the person on the bed. Yan Zhengting stood there without moving, staring deeply for two seconds, and then took a step and walked towards the bed.

He walked very lightly, for fear of waking up his beloved wife.

Qian Yiman was not sleeping very deeply. She felt someone sitting beside her bed in a daze. At the same time, she smelled the person's scent, which was very familiar to her.

Thinking she was dreaming, Qian Yiman did not open her eyes immediately. She had had this dream more than once during this period.

It wasn't until she felt a warm touch on her cheek that she was completely awakened by the combination of surprise and joy.

Qian Yiman opened her eyes and looked up. Before she could speak, she met the man's deep eyes, which seemed to be filled with star-like light.

Many times, he looked at her so intently, with such deep affection and doting that it was intoxicating.

He is completely different from his usual indifferent and deep appearance.

"I woke you up..." Seeing her wake up, Yan Zhengting gently rubbed the top of her head, his voice was unbelievably gentle, even gentler than when coaxing a child to sleep, "Be good, go back to sleep, I'll be here with you..."

Qian Yiman didn't answer. She blinked, feeling a little unreal.

"You, you..." After a moment, she grabbed the man's big hand on her head, her expression revealing anxiety and surprise, "When did you come back? Why didn't you call me..."

"It's been an hour. I was just helping Mom pick locust flowers downstairs. You were sleeping so soundly I couldn't bear to wake you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gentle kiss fell on Qian Yiman's forehead, and her heart trembled. The kiss seemed to fall into her heart.

Qian Yiman climbed up from the bed, holding the man's arm, and buried herself in his arms. She pretended to be fierce and said, "I don't care. Next time you come back from a business trip, you must wake me up as soon as possible..."

"I……"

"I miss you so much..." Qian Yiman leaned on his arms. The man's scent made her feel particularly at ease. Some sweet words came out of her mouth naturally, "I miss you more than anyone else..."

"Manman..."

Yan Zhengting was powerless to resist his wife's sweet words. He held her arms tighter and tighter. "I miss you too. I think of you when I sleep, when I eat, and when I walk..."

"So, next time you come home, be sure to wake me up so I can see you earlier..."

Yan Zhengting didn't expect such an answer. His heart skipped a beat. He smiled and held her to sit on his lap. "Okay."

Qian Yiman snorted, "You're smart!"

Yan Zhengting chuckled. He took a hand from the bedside, took a bunch of locust flowers and handed it to her. "Here, I just picked them downstairs."

"Old Yan, you are so nice. What should I do if I love you even more..."

"Mua, mua, mua..."

Qian Yiman kissed him wildly on the face and confessed her love to him crazily, and Qian's love words were as if they were free of charge.

Love words are nice to hear, but...

"Manman, don't call me Lao Yan..."

Qian Yiman: "..."

Ah...something bad happened!

In her excitement, she forgot that this man has become increasingly concerned about the age difference between them over the years.

But it doesn't matter, she is best at turning the tables.

Qian Yiman: "Didn't you say that you like whatever I call you?"

Yan Zhengting: "I..."

Qian Yiman: "Tell me, have your feelings for me faded..."

Yan Zhengting: "You..."

Yan Zhengting was speechless, and Qian Yiman won a great victory.

Finally, Yan Zhengting heard Qian Yiman calling "Old Yan, Old Yan, Old Yan..." countless times in his ear.

Sure enough, when you meet your wife, you can’t explain yourself clearly.