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

After breakfast, as the new son-in-law of the Yan family, Zhuo Yue volunteered to wash the dishes.

Yan Jingqiu prepared the milk powder, Qian Yiman took it, sat on the sofa and started feeding little Zhuoya.

Regarding the appearance of this little guy, the two uncles Yan Qinbei and Yan Qinnan were very happy. They surrounded Qian Yiman on the left and right, just like protectors.

Seeing this, Yan Zhengting frowned slightly. He originally wanted to sit next to his wife, but now he had to move to the single sofa next to him.

He had just opened the newspaper in his hand and glanced at the first line of words when he heard his eldest son chattering non-stop.

I saw Yan Qinbei leaning sideways, approaching little Zhuoya, looking at her drinking milk, and saying nice things to her one after another.

"Well, my niece is so cute..."

"Mom, why don't we take Xiaoya over and raise her ourselves..."

"..."

"Do you think my sister will agree?"

"?????"

Qian Yiman was speechless and rolled her eyes in her heart.

She slightly adjusted the angle of the bottle, raised her head and looked over, and asked helplessly, "Do you think your sister will agree? Will your brother-in-law agree?"

"I think, it should be..." Although he asked, Yan Qinbei knew clearly in his heart, "It's impossible..."

"You already know, but you're still asking, my silly son..."

"Mom, don't call me stupid..."

"Then should I praise you for being smart?" Qian Yiman continued, intending to tease him, "The problem is, I can't say such insincere words..."

"Mom..." Yan Qinbei began to protest.

Seeing his mother still laughing, he turned to his old father and complained, "Dad, look at my mom, she actually said I was stupid..."

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhengting looked up from his newspaper. The words "Indeed" were almost written on his face. "Well, it's not very smart."

What I mean is that your mother is right, you really don't seem to be very smart.

After his mother was injured, his father followed suit. Yan Qinbei felt like he couldn't go on like this. He covered his chest with his hands, looking heartbroken, "Dad, Mom, am I really your beloved eldest son?"

"No."

"Dad, Mom, am I really your biological child?"

"Maybe not..."

"..."

"Little cabbage, in the field..."

Once I get addicted to acting, I can’t stop for a while.

However, his mother and father, who were supposed to cooperate with him in the performance, did not understand his good intentions and had no intention of accepting his offer.

Yan Zhengting flipped the newspaper in his hand and began to give instructions, "Stop acting, go back to your room and do your homework."

Yan Qinbei: “…”

Just as I was getting into the show, I was forced to end it early.

Little Yan Qinnan, who witnessed all this, stood up, grabbed his elder brother's clothes, and silently led him into the room.

As soon as he returned to the room, he let go of her hand, pulled out the chair in front of the desk and prepared to do his homework.

However, Yan Qinbei was still jumping up and down in anger.

"Xiao Nan, Dad did this on purpose. He just doesn't want us to stick to Mom..."

Yan Qinnan pointed to the study table beside him and said, "If you know, then come and do your homework..."

After saying that, he lowered his head and began to copy new words, while still counseling his eldest brother, "Dad has to work during the week, and only on the weekends does he have more time to spend with Mom..."

"..."

"That's true, but on this beautiful weekend, who would start doing homework so early in the morning..."

"It really affects my mood..."

"..."