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

in the room.

The two Yan brothers were concentrating on doing their homework, especially Yan Qinbei. The pain of doing homework early in the morning on the weekend was clearly shown on his face.

“Who invented homework…”

The living room is a completely different scene, warm and relaxing.

In order to give her father some time alone with her husband, Yan Jingqiu went to the kitchen after making the milk powder. She was so self-conscious.

The name is: Go to the kitchen to help Excellence.

Now, only Yan Zhengting and Qian Yiman were left in the living room.

Oh, I almost forgot, there is also a human cub holding a bottle and drinking milk - little Zhuoya.

However, this did not affect the couple's eye contact at all. In a flash, the magnetic fields between the two instantly felt like a thread.

The sweetness in the air continued to soar, even sweeter than the milk powder in Zhuoya's baby bottle.

The little girl seemed to sense something unusual. She turned her big, dark eyes, looking at the one on the left and then at the one on the right.

As if to say, what just happened?

The baby can’t understand it, the adult world is really complicated!

"Comrade Yan Zhengting." As she spoke, Qian Yiman freed one hand to tug at the corner of the man's clothes, a helpless smile on her face. "Next time, smile a little and don't be so serious. Xiaobei is afraid of you now..."

"If you continue to smile at him, that kid's tail will be all over the sky. Think about what happened before..."

Yan Zhengting had used a conciliatory policy before, but reality dealt a heavy blow to the couple.

After the child's father reminded her, Qian Yiman's previous memories of the death all came back to her mind. She shook her head and woke up instantly.

"Uh, just forget what I said, forget what I said..."

The slightly overflowing maternal love stopped in time at this moment and returned to the right direction.

Yan Zhengting gave her an affirmative look and raised his hand to rub the top of her head, which was completely different from the image of a strict father in front of his eldest son.

At this time, he was just an image of a husband who was full of tenderness and doting in front of his wife.

Qian Yiman really enjoyed this warmth and tenderness.

She turned her cheek to rub the man's warm palm, then lowered her head to look at the little girl's facial features.

"Our Xiaoya is getting prettier and prettier. Who knows which young man she'll marry when she grows up..."

"What was Jingqiu like when she was a child..."

"Jingqiu..." In fact, Yan Zhengting didn't see Jingqiu very often when she was a child, but her appearance was very clear in his mind. "Jingqiu has been delicate since she was a child. Xiaoya's nose and mouth are very similar to hers..."

"And..." Yan Zhengting rubbed the little guy's thick hair and continued, "Even the amount of hair is like..."

"Did you hear that?" Qian Yiman took the empty bottle and looked into the eyes of the little one in her arms. "Mom was pretty when she was little. Our Xiaoya will definitely be a beauty when she grows up..."

"You need to drink more milk and get more sleep so you can grow up quickly, okay?"

"..."

Although the amount of milk she drinks is average, little Zhuoya has perfectly demonstrated what it means to grow faster by sleeping more.

Before Qian Yiman finished her words, she saw that the little Zhuoya in her arms had slowly closed her eyes and gradually fell into a milky sleep.

Perhaps, this is the legendary drunken milk...