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

Chapter 144 1 It’s nice to see you when I wake up

That night, child Yan Qinbei woke up three times in succession.

Yan Zhengting saw that his little wife was so tired from all the tossing he had done, and he couldn't bear to wake her up.

Finally, after thinking about it, I carried my son to the living room and made some milk powder to feed him.

......

The next morning.

The birds outside the window were chirping.

The sun has penetrated through the gaps in the curtains and shines on the bedroom floor.

Qian Yiman moved and woke up leisurely in Yan Zhengting's arms.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the handsome face of a man very close to her, looking at her with a smile.

Qian Yiman lay on his chest, wiped a handful of oil, and said delicately and softly, "This feels so good, I can see you as soon as I wake up."

"Well, I think it's good too." Yan Zhengting hugged her and said softly.

He deliberately didn't get up early to go for a morning jog today, just because he wanted to spend more time with her.

Qian Yiman suddenly thought of something, and his whole heart twitched.

She pushed his hand away and ran to her son's crib in a panic, without even wearing shoes.

Tremblingly, he stretched out his fingers and probed under Yan Qinbei's nose.

"Phew...it's okay, it's okay. It scared me to death. It scared me to death."

Seeing her panic, Yan Zhengting followed her out of bed.

Seeing this series of confusing behaviors she did, the corner of her mouth couldn't help but twitch.

"Manman..." He couldn't help but call out.

Qian Yiman glanced at Yan Zhengting, touched his nose and explained awkwardly: "Well, um, um, I just suddenly thought that my son didn't wake up to drink milk last night, so I thought something was wrong with him... ..”

The moment her imagination opened up, she really almost scared herself to death.

Yan Zhengting looked at her bare feet on the floor, fearing that she would catch a cold. He walked over and picked her up, sat on the bedside, and wiped the soles of her feet with a cloth.

He said helplessly: "Don't worry, that kid woke up three times last night. Seeing that you were too tired, I gave him milk powder."

"That's good, that's good." Qian Yiman fell back and lay on the quilt, and then he was completely relieved.

Yan Zhengting squeezed her white and tender feet, and the flames that had been suppressed last night slowly started to rekindle.

He stood up and climbed onto the bed to rest on top of her.

He looked at her with his lowered eyes, his deep eyes filled with endless undercurrents.

Qian Yiman vaguely felt a bit of danger and just wanted to get up and run away.

The man's extremely powerful and domineering kisses fell densely, and a pair of big hands clamped her tightly, so that she could only collapse in his arms, unable to withstand his domineering invasion.

After a while, Yan Zhengting let go of her slightly.

Seeing her red and swollen lips and her charming appearance, her eyes became darker and darker.

He lowered his head and bit her earlobe, and said in a hoarse voice, "Manman, I have a lot of time today, I want to..."

Qian Yiman: "..."

This old man, as expected, thought of this thing again as she expected.

"No, you don't want to." Qian Yiman wanted to push him away while he wasn't paying attention, but he didn't expect that his chest was like an iron wall that couldn't be shaken at all.

"No, I know you want to." Yan Zhengting held her under his body and traced the outline of her ears.

Qian Yiman trembled slightly and said, "I don't, don't, my legs are sore..."

"Don't be afraid, I will hold you this time..." As he spoke, Yan Zhengting picked her up and got out of bed.

He had a clear goal and walked straight to the wall.

Qian Yiman: "..."

Listen, listen, these are all nonsense!

In the end, Qian Yiman's objections were ineffective and he was forced to sing "Conquer" for more than an hour.

The voice was hoarse.

Early in the morning, the two of them took a shower again.

Yan Zhengting was lying on the bed holding the sleeping little woman, contented, even his hair was in high spirits.

I don't know when later, he also fell asleep like this.

......

"Yiman."

"Yiman, are you at home?"

As the two slept in a daze, they seemed to hear someone shouting outside the yard.