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

Chapter 811: Raging words

When Zhuoyue got off work, he went to pick up his brother-in-law from school and was very considerate to help carry his schoolbag.

Yan Qinbei did not feel relieved despite the heavy burden. He kicked the pebbles on the roadside from time to time and talked nonstop.

"Brother-in-law, why are you picking me up from school today?"

"Brother-in-law..."

Zhuo Yue is not only a good husband, but also a good brother-in-law. He did not show any impatience towards the naughty child.

He walked to the parking space, found his bicycle, helped his brother-in-law onto the bike, and patiently replied, "Your mother called last night and asked me to pick you up and go to your grandparents' house..."

"Oh..." Yan Qinbei suddenly remembered that his father seemed to have said that he would send them to live with his grandparents during this period. "I remember now, Dad said he was going on a business trip..."

Yan Qinbei sat in the back seat and continued to ask, "Brother-in-law, are we going directly to grandpa and grandma's house now? Is my sister going?"

"Also, is my niece going?"

No matter what time, you must not forget your little niece.

"Let's go, everyone." Zhuo Yue felt a sense of pride as a father that so many people liked his precious daughter, and he pedaled even faster. "But we have to go back and pick them up first..."

Yan Qinbei clearly felt the car speeding up. It was so comfortable to face the wind in the setting sun. The naughty kid suddenly became extremely excited.

"Faster, faster..." He cheered from behind, urging: "Brother-in-law, ride faster!"

"come on! Come on……"

"come on……"

"Okay, hold on tight."

"Wow……"

The warm orange sun shone on the two of them, and the sound of their conversation faded away until their figures disappeared around the corner of the street...

……

The car stopped steadily at the gate of Yan's yard.

Qian Yiman got out of the car first without waiting for Yan Zhengting to open the door for her, and walked around to the back seat to open the door.

Then, she pointed at the little boy Yan Qinnan in the back seat and gave an order to her man, "Comrade Yan, carry your son on your back."

"Yes, as ordered."

Yan Zhengting cooperated very well. Without saying a word, he carried the child on his back and walked into the yard.

Yan Qinbei was doing his homework in the room. When he heard the noise, he lost interest and threw down his pen and ran out.

"Mom, we've been waiting for you and Dad for so long, the flowers are almost withered..."

Huh?

Halfway through his words, Yan Qinbei glanced at what his brother was holding in his hand and asked, "Xiao Nan, what are you holding in your hand?"

"A puppy made of dogtail grass, given to me by my mother..."

Yan Qinbei couldn't tell whether it was a puppy or not, but it was true that he was jealous.

"Mom, you're biased."

"My brother has it, why don't I have it?"

"I……"

After being questioned like this, Qian Yiman actually felt guilty for a fraction of a second.

However, on second thought, this little bastard is taking things too far.

"Come on, son, let mom make it up to you..."

After saying that, Qian Yiman stretched out her arms, took the jealous Haodaer into her arms, and kissed him twice on the cheek.

Her actions were beyond Yan Qinbei's expectations.

The little bastard was stunned at first, then started to blush, and then began to protest, "Mom, this is too perfunctory..."

"Okay, okay, I'll make one for you after dinner..."

The level of the master of keeping things balanced is increasing day by day.

When he got into the house, he put down the big baby on his back.

"Manman." Yan Zhengting took advantage of the children's inattention and whispered in his wife's ear, hinting, "How are you going to make it up to me..."

"..."

Qian Yiman was speechless. What was going on with these two people...

However, considering that he has to go on a business trip, I plan to coax him.

She gestured for the man to lower his head, and Yan Zhengting did so obediently.

"Make it up to you tonight."

"Don't forget to eat more..."

"..."

This is probably what it means to speak nonsense!

At this moment, she didn't know that she would burst into tears tonight because of these boastful remarks.