Chapter 82 Angry

Style: Historical Author: Fang YaoWords: 1794Update Time: 24/02/20 21:17:45
After being tormented by Ding Changhe for half the night, An Ran woke up a little late.

While she was dressing up, Sister Chen, who was making the bed, took a lucky bag from under An Ran's pillow and said, "Grandma, why did you put it under the pillow again?"

An Ran took a look and realized, hadn't he thrown this away? Why was it on the bed?

An Ran thought, it couldn't be such a coincidence that Ding Changhe picked it up.

That's really rare. I threw away the things he gave me, and this man didn't get angry.

Now she was upset when she saw this. Yesterday, she questioned whether she wanted to kill his adopted son, and even thought about letting herself help him give birth to another child.

Go and have his spring and autumn dreams.

An Ran put the lucky bag along the window and threw it out again.

An Ran quickly took the small package, took out the pills from her purse and swallowed them. ?.?????.???

She didn't want to give birth to another child for Ding Changhe, so she had to use contraception. But brewing medicine every day would inevitably reveal flaws, so from the first two times, An Ran went to the town to find a doctor to prepare pills.

This is convenient, so no one noticed it for so long.

As soon as the two of them left the house, Granny Sun came in, "Grandma, just now Butler Zhong said that all the carriages were sent out today, and it will take two days to be free."

"There are several carriages in the house, but none of them can even get out."

Mrs. Ding also said, "Sometimes it's really tight, so grandma just waits for a day or two."

An Ran thought for a while and said, "How about we hire a carriage from outside."

She really didn't want to live here anymore.

Grandma Sun quickly stopped her, "Grandma, you can't do this. Not to mention the crude carriage hired outside, this will let you know where to put your face."

Sister Chen also said: "Listen to Aunt Sun. If the uncle is unhappy, wouldn't it be even more troublesome?"

"But we have packed everything."

"We'll just leave the ones we carry with us outside so that they can be easily tidied up, and we won't open anything else."

An Ran sighed, OK, then I'll wait another day.

If there is no carriage tomorrow, even if I leave, I will walk back to the countryside.

But she never expected that it would be on this day that she and Ding Changhe would have a big quarrel.

In the afternoon, Ding Changhe came back early after finishing his work. He wanted to have a good conversation with An Ran and didn't want her to have anything on her mind.

When Grandma Sun saw Ding Changhe entering the house, she hurriedly came in and said, "Grandma said she wanted to ask the housekeeper a question. She just went out and didn't meet me on the way."

Ding Changhe came from the study, thought for a moment, and said, "It must have gone astray."

After letting Granny Sun go down, he returned to the bedroom, took out the hosta from his arms, and placed it on the table, thinking that An Ran should like this.

He turned around and touched under the pillow on the bed. The thing was not there, so he raised his lips and smiled.

Turning around, I saw An Ran's small package placed in the corner again. Thinking of how impatient she was to leave, my heart sank again.

I brought the package over. In addition to a few changes of underwear and socks, there was also a small purse containing broken silver, a small porcelain bottle, and a plain purse.

Open the porcelain bottle. Inside is ointment, used to reduce swelling.

Inadvertently, Ding Changhe was startled when his hand touched Su Mian'er's big purse.

He took it over and opened it. There were several pills wrapped in paper.

What is this for? I haven't heard that she is sick. Could it be that she wants it too many times and it makes her uncomfortable?

He knew that the wedding night had left a shadow on An Ran, who had been resisting sexual intercourse. So later on, he became a little more patient.

Ding Changhe opened it, smelled it, poured out a pill, and put the bag back.

Then he got up and left the yard.

The old doctor looked at the pill carefully, crushed it, tasted it carefully, determined the ingredients, and then said: "This pill is for contraception."

"contraception."

The old doctor said: "It will make it difficult to get pregnant. If you take it for a long time, it will also be harmful to your body."

Ding Changhe's eyes gradually cooled down, he chuckled twice and said, "Excuse me, old man, please help my wife diagnose her pulse."

When An Ran came back from the front yard with Sister Chen, she saw Ding Changhe and the old doctor in the main room.

After carefully diagnosing An Ran's pulse, the old doctor said to the two of them: "Madam is in good health. I will prescribe a warm tonic prescription in a while. Madam will take it on time."

The old doctor glanced at Ding Changhe when he left.

Ding Changhe saw that An Ran's face was scorched, but he said gently: "I'll let Mrs. Ding make the medicine later. You drink it on time, and I'll go out for a while."

After speaking, he reached out and brushed the hair from her ears.

An Ran wanted to say something, but Ding Changhe strode out.

An Ran closed her eyes. This doctor was not a quack, and he probably knew something.

But why did the uncle suddenly think of asking a doctor to diagnose his pulse?

"Sir, Madam is indeed in good health. You don't have to worry about that. Judging from her pulse, she will be fine with just a few doses of medicine."

Ding Changhe thought to himself that it seemed that she had not taken this contraceptive pill for a long time and not too much, so she had not been greatly affected.

Thinking about it again, yes, I have only been injured this few times, and it is indeed not serious.

But the fire in my heart was rising.

He waved his hand and asked Dashan and the old doctor to get the medicine and give it to Granny Sun.

He knew that he had neglected her before and made her suffer a lot, so he accommodated her like this and felt sorry for her. But what about her, how did she do it.

She was all perfunctory and fake about herself. The smile to yourself is fake, and the occasional concern is fake.

That reluctant expression on the bed was real, no wonder he didn't want to touch her.

Ding Changhe laughed softly, yes, she didn't even want to give him a child, so what's the truth?

The more I thought about it, the angrier I felt. I had explained so much to her and stayed with her whenever I had free time. Why couldn't I let her go?