Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

The doctor looked at Song Tingran and didn't shy away. He said directly: "You have many husbands, and this day is also very important. I don't know how your family arranges it, and your mood. Don't be too anxious. Sometimes it's special. I want it, but I don’t have it.”

He understood it as soon as he heard it, and Song Tingran was a little embarrassed. Isn't this just a gentle gesture? It always catches up with the days when it is not easy to conceive.

"Doctor, I'll go home and make adjustments. Thank you very much. Then we'll go."

After walking out of the hospital, Wen Li only understood the second half of the sentence. He was indeed anxious and thought about it every day.

"My wife, what do you mean by the first half of what the doctor said?" Wen Li asked eagerly while sitting in the carriage.

"It just means that the fate has not come. Don't worry, your body is fine."

"fate..."

I bought some daily necessities in the town, picked out some small toys and clothes for An An and Xiao Yu, and then returned to Daniu Village.

When we got home, it was already past lunch time, and the husbands at home had already had lunch.

Fortunately, I made a lot and there was still some leftover. Shi Yan heated it up and ate it like this.

The food anywhere is not as good as the food at home.

"Master Wife, what did the doctor say?" Shi Yan asked with concern.

"They are all fine. Yu Chen is more than two months old, Jin Shu is just two months old, and Wen Li is also in good health."

Wen Ci was worried.

"My wife, since my brother's health is fine, can the doctor tell me what the reason is?"

Song Tingran thought for a while, looked at Wen Li's declining eyes, and finally roughly described the doctor's original words, and then changed the days when Xiao Yuchen and Wen Li spent the night together.

Shi Yan was smart and knew everything. He looked at Wen Li and said, "Don't worry, you can exchange with Xiao Yuchen for a month. If you still haven't found a fate, then go and exchange with Changyuqiao. It will come eventually."

Seeing that everyone cared about him, Wen Li felt comforted and agreed obediently.

Song Tingran looked around and never saw Sang Cheng.

"Hey, where's Sang Cheng? He's been back for a long time, where has he been?"

Shi Yan also looked around, walked to the courtyard and called Sang Cheng several times, but there was no response. He was obviously not at home.

"My wife, Sang Cheng said he was bored and went out for a walk after lunch. He shouldn't be back yet."

"I'm bored and go out for a walk..."

Song Tingran muttered, feeling that something was wrong. Sang Cheng did not have such a personality. He stayed at home and would not leave home easily without company. At most, he would go to the mountains to dig weeds for the livestock. .

Shi Yan and the others also noticed something was wrong. If they went out for a walk, it was time to come back.

"In this case, I'll go out and look for it. Our village is still very safe. Nothing should happen. Don't worry, just rest when you need to."

Song Tingran did not let any husband follow her. Since Sang Cheng lied before going out, he wanted to conceal the matter.

She went directly to the resort site. She guessed that people were here. The villagers were working in full swing, and Village Chief Zhou was also there.

"Song Tingran, didn't you tell me that you don't need anyone in your family? Why did you let Sang Cheng come? I've told everyone, and they all support it."

"Thank you, village chief. Where is Sang Cheng?"

Village Chief Zhou pointed to a location. Song Tingran looked over and saw only a figure squatting on the ground, apparently weeding.

"Village Chief Zhou, you are busy, I will go see Sang Cheng."

"Um, let's go."

Village Chief Zhou didn't understand, so he didn't think much and continued to watch the progress of the resort.

Song Tingran walked through the crowd and squatted next to Sang Cheng.

Sang Cheng concentrated on pulling weeds, his gloves were covered with mud, and he felt like the people around him were watching him.

Head tilted.

"My wife, why are you here? Have you checked the doctor?"

Song Tingran took out a handkerchief and wiped Sang Cheng's face. Without water, it was difficult to wipe off the dirt on his face.

"Didn't I tell you not to come? I will explain to the village chief why you disobeyed and lied to Shi Yan and came here."

"My wife, don't be angry. I didn't mean to deceive my eldest brother and the others. I just wanted everyone in the village to come. I don't want our family to be held back, and I don't want other brothers to come over. I'm the only one who has no ability to do it. Working is also good.”

Song Tingran sighed, took off Sang Cheng's gloves, and pulled him to stand up together.

Because Sang Cheng had been squatting for a long time, he felt a little dizzy when he stood up. He naturally leaned towards his wife and waited for a while.

"What's the matter? Our family won't use it not only today, but also tomorrow and the day after that. Because your wife is a great boss, and I came up with this useful method, it's no longer necessary to do the work."

Sang Cheng blinked his eyes, happily dusted off the dust on his gloves, followed Song Tingran and left here.

On the way home, Sang Cheng was happy and worried at the same time.

"Master Wife, will eldest brother be angry with me? What should I say better when I go back?"

"To tell you the truth, they will only feel sorry for you. How can they blame you? But Sang Cheng, you don't have to be careful at home. We are a family."

"Well... I just want to do more and better, Wife. I will never do anything to worry you again."

The two held hands and when passing by the embroidery workshop, they saw Tong Gui watering the flowers in the courtyard.

"Tong Gui, why are you up?"

"Ah? Boss, I feel better. Lying down all the time is not conducive to recovery. This flower is growing well."

"Okay, you can take care of it yourself."

Just as Song Tingran was about to leave, Tong Gui ran over from the front yard of Xiufang.

"My boss, I'm leaving early tomorrow morning. I think I'll be back in half a month."

"Half a month? Are you planning to walk?"

Tong Gui nodded. He thought this was normal and didn't understand why his boss was so shocked.

Sang Cheng: "It takes half a month to go back and forth, and the embroidery workshop will be too busy. If you take a car there and back, you can save a lot of time. You can do more work when you come back and pay off the debt faster."

Song Tingran took Sang Cheng's hand and shook it, expressing a tacit understanding that it was Sang Cheng who would not let go at the critical moment.

Tong Gui was in a dilemma, but he still agreed.

Liu Qiaojiang walked out from the side of the embroidery workshop, looking like he hated iron.

"They sold you, starved you to death, abandoned you, and beat you, but you just can't let go of you. You haven't recovered well yet, and you're going to leave tomorrow? Can you have some backbone!"

Song Tingran and Sang Cheng looked at each other and remained silent in tacit agreement. They looked at Liu Qiaojiang and took a few steps back.

Tong Gui reacted even more and ran directly back to the embroidery workshop. Lin Fusheng and Luo Mingyue in the yard stood at a loss and stopped what they were doing.

Time seemed to stand still.

Two selves were fighting in Song Tingran's head. One was burning with gossip, while the other told her not to meddle in her own business. After all, Liu Qiaojiang had not married for many years and Tong Gui was a widower. This matter was all right and wrong.