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

It was late at night and everything was quiet.

The silvery-white moonlight poured down, gently and softly falling to the ground. The faint light on the roof was like a hazy gauze, crystal clear and shining.

The light in Yan's bedroom was still on.

His eyelids gradually became heavy. Yan Qinnan closed the book in his hand and said to his brother, "Brother, I'm going to sleep first."

After saying that, he lay down in bed and looked for Zhou Gong.

"..."

His actions made Yan Qinbei, who was staying up late to do his homework, extremely envious.

Why are the differences between people getting bigger day by day?

This kid finishes his homework faster and faster every day, while he himself finishes his homework slower and slower every day.

Ugh……

No time to complain anymore, just keep writing.

I don’t know how much time passed, but Yan Qinbei finally finished writing the last word in his homework book.

He exhaled, stood up and stretched, finally having the right to sleep.

Life is not easy, studying is not easy!

Yan Qinbei casually stuffed his homework book back into his schoolbag, climbed onto the bed, shook the quilt, and prepared to turn off the lights and go to sleep.

At this moment, the bedroom door was suddenly opened from the outside.

Yan Qinbei rubbed his eyes and almost thought he was seeing things.

Isn't that familiar tall figure in front of him his father whom he has known for eleven years?

Logically speaking, this shouldn't happen at this time.

"Dad, why are you here again?"

What she meant was, why did you make your mother angry again and get kicked out of the room?

Otherwise, can you calculate how many times this has happened this year?

Yan Qinbei's expression was not concealed at all. He looked gloating and a little bit mean.

Yan Zhengting didn't like to hear these unpleasant words.

He just tsk-tsk-tsked and glanced over, "Why, I can't come?"

This whole house belongs to you and me, don’t I have the right to come here?

"……able."

"Of course I can. I absolutely can." Feeling the threat from his father's gaze, Yan Qinbei immediately straightened his attitude. "You can come whenever you want..."

Seeing Haoda'er's servile behavior, Yan Zhengting felt like laughing, and the shadow of being kicked out of the room by his wife dissipated a little.

However, he still managed not to laugh.

At this critical moment, the old father's majestic image cannot be affected.

Yan Zhengting threw the quilt and pillow in his arms onto Haodaer's bed, pointed to the bed next to him, and ordered Haodaer, "Okay, go sleep with your brother."

"Yes, as ordered."

Yan Qinbei didn't say anything else. He took his own quilt and pillow and went to sleep on his brother's bed.

The main point is to carry on the principle of "those who know the times are heroes" to the end.

His father must have been in a very bad mood when he was kicked out of the room by his mother. He couldn't afford to offend him, but he could afford to avoid him.

Little Yan Qinnan's sleeping posture is as well-behaved as he is. He lies on his side with half of the bed space left outside.

Yan Qinbei was thankful in his heart that this kid had a good sleeping posture, otherwise he would have been in trouble tonight.

With a "click", the light was turned off and the room was plunged into darkness in an instant.

Although they were not sleeping in the same bed, Yan Qinbei felt that the air in the same room had become much more serious.

My attempt to sneak in some snacks before bed also ended in failure tonight.

In the darkness, both father and son found it difficult to fall asleep.

Yan Zhengting was thinking about his wife with his eyes open, and Yan Qinbei was thinking about the snacks in the drawer with his eyes open.

Sleepless nights...

Yan Qinbei didn't know how many times he turned over.

Suddenly, he called out to the bed next to him, "Dad..."

"Stop making noise and go to sleep."

"..."

This was a ruthless dismissal from my own father.