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

After absentmindedly flipping through two pages of the book, Fang Xinyao couldn't help but want to go out and have some fun.

She closed the book in her hand, put it back in its place, and skipped out of the room under the envious and jealous gaze of Yan Qinbei.

The conversation in the living room attracted Fang Xinyao's attention. She ran over quickly and was about to snuggle in her mother's arms and act coquettishly, but she found that her mother was pounding her arms from time to time.

"Mom, are your hands sore?"

"Let me massage your shoulders..."

I have to say that the little girl is very sensible. She took action as soon as she finished speaking.

However, the hand movements don't look very skillful.

The little girl tilted her head back, her eyes sparkling, her face full of concern for her mother. "Mom, is this okay? Are you feeling any better?"

"Well, I feel much more comfortable..." Mrs. Fang nodded, and a warm feeling slowly flowed through her heart.

She raised her other arm to touch the little girl's hair, and said with a gentle smile: "My daughter is so considerate..."

Qian Yiman chimed in, "That's why they say daughters are like the warmest little cotton-padded jackets of their parents..."

She held her chin with one hand and began to appreciate the warm interaction between Mrs. Fang and her daughter. Every cell in her body revealed her envy.

Just as she was staring at someone else's daughter, Yan Jingqiu came out of the house holding the child.

After a good sleep and a good drink, little Zhuoya is in very good spirits. She is playing with bubbles in Yan Jingqiu's arms. She is so cute that anyone who sees her will be melted by her cuteness at a glance.

Just one look and Qian Yiman's heart softened. Without waiting for Yan Jingqiu to come closer, she couldn't wait to walk over and hug the child.

"Oh, our Xiaoya has woken up..."

"Come and let me hug you..."

"Why is our little beauty so happy today..."

Before Mrs. Fang had finished her envy, Qian Yiman began to envy Yan Jingqiu and started roaring in her heart!

what! ! ! ! !

Why do all the people in the world have daughters but she doesn’t? ??? ???

"Alas..." She sighed, her tone a bit depressed, "Why do you all have daughters..."

Mrs. Fang was enjoying her daughter's attentive service. Seeing her envious expression, she laughed and teased, "How old are you? It's the perfect age. Have as many children as you want..."

Qian Yiman: "..."

This is true, but when she thinks of her stubborn man, she feels so bitter that she can't express it.

Yan Jingqiu took two steps towards her, teasing her chubby daughter, and whispered softly, "I wouldn't mind having another sister..."

Qian Yiman: "..."

She doesn't mind having another daughter, but the problem is, your father does mind!

Over the years, because of Yan Zhengting's insistence, Qian Yiman has actually gradually given up this idea.

However, after the stimulation during the day, the idea of ​​having a daughter began to sprout again in her heart, showing an unstoppable trend.

Maybe she could try again?

Thinking of this, Qian Yiman stood up and walked to the wardrobe, took out a nightgown as thin as a cicada's wing, and changed out of her pajamas without hesitation.

Qian Yiman was leaning against the head of the bed reading a book. After a few minutes, she heard the door open and a familiar figure appeared in front of her.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, staring at him with a smile, and hooked her slender white fingers towards him, which was indescribably tempting...