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

Yan's house, in the bathroom.

The early morning sunlight poured in through the window, illuminating the entire space.

At this moment, the two brothers of the Yan family were standing in front of the sink washing up.

However, in comparison with each other, the two brothers present two completely different pictures.

Little Yan Qinnan was dressed neatly. He was holding a toothbrush and brushing every corner of his mouth carefully, as seriously as he could be.

On the contrary, the little boy Yan Qinbei next to him looked completely hopeless, holding the toothbrush handle and brushing intermittently...

It is no exaggeration to say that I was so sleepy that I couldn't even open my eyelids.

Seeing that he seemed to be about to fall asleep against the wall, little Yan Qinnan hung up his towel, walked over and patted his brother's arm.

"Brother, hurry up, I'll be out after I finish washing..."

"Huh?" Yan Qinbei was startled by his pat and finally woke up a little, but his mind was still a little confused. "Oh, okay..."

As soon as Yan Qinnan walked out of the bathroom, Yan Qinbei put aside his dignity as an older brother and began to wail in front of the mirror.

"Ah wu..."

"Why do people have to get up early? Who invented the idea that early to bed and early to rise is good for health..."

"Ah...why did I go to bed so late last night..."

Perhaps he was so sleepy that he forgot that there were people in the living room. Yan Qinbei's voice became louder and louder, and all the family members in the living room could hear it clearly.

And, not a single word was missed.

"Xiaoya, you must not imitate your uncle in the future, okay?"

"Our Xiaoya will definitely be a great beauty when she grows up. She needs to go to bed early and get up early so that her skin will be good..."

Qian Yiman teased the little Zhuoya in her arms, and while listening to the wailing of her own eldest child, she secretly smiled in her heart.

It seems that no matter what era, no matter men or women, young or old, people always regret why they didn't go to bed early the night before.

As luck would have it, on the way back, Yan Zhengting met Lao Fang. They chatted for a few minutes and then went home.

When Yan Zhengting opened the door and came in, he happened to see Haodaer coming out of the bathroom, with a messy hair.

He walked over and couldn't help but frowned, "Yan Qinbei..."

"……dad."

Yan Qinbei glanced at his father, then immediately lowered his head. Anyone could see that he was feeling very guilty.

Yan Zhengting pointed at Haoda'er's messy hair and his baggy pajamas, criticizing him, "Look at you, early in the morning. You don't have the spirit of a man at all..."

"I..." Yan Qinbei tugged at the corner of his clothes, feeling guilty.

"Listen carefully, I'll give you three minutes." Yan Qinbei raised his wrist, glanced at the time on his watch, and gave Haodaer an order, "Go in, put on your clothes, and come out with your hair done..."

"Well, I see."

"Hurry up! What are you still standing there for? If you exceed the time limit, you will have to stand in the corner for half an hour..."

"Got it, I'll go right away..."

My goodness, standing for half an hour is incredible.

Yan Qinbei, who had just tried to act pitiful to win his father's sympathy, immediately ran away after hearing about the punishment.

Qian Yiman, who saw this scene, quietly walked over, gave her man a thumbs up and gave him affirmation.

"Comrade Lao Yan, it still has to be you..."

The word "old" is somewhat sensitive.

Yan Zhengting bent down, leaned close to his wife's ear, and suddenly said, "Who was it last night who cried and said, 'I'm not old...'"

"My name is Lao Yan, Lao Yan, Lao Yan, Lao Yan..."

"Yeah, I heard it. Double it tonight..." Yan Zhengting suddenly remembered something and took back the steps he had just taken. He added in her ear, "No, it's triple, quadruple, and five times..."

Qian Yiman: "..."

I'm going to die!

Finally, the stubborn hostess fled in panic, holding her old waist under the mocking gaze of the host.