[Host, I have already applied for the discounted Qingxin Pill for you. When you get up tomorrow morning, you can see your mother recovering from her illness. 】
Zhou Zhou obediently closed her eyes with the promise of the system, but less than half an hour later she opened her eyes suddenly.
"Is it dawn yet?"
The system was a little helpless: [Host, you just fell asleep.]
"Oh." The little girl responded slowly, a little disappointed, but she still closed her eyes obediently.
Half an hour later.
Zhou Porridge's dark eyes opened again: "Uncle System, is it dawn yet?"
[No, it’s still early now. Host, please go to sleep. 】
…
"system…"
[No, it’s still early...] The system is already a little tired. If I had known earlier, I would have told Zhou Zhou the good news tomorrow morning?
Zhou Zhou was so busy that he didn't fall asleep completely until one o'clock in the morning.
The next day, at dawn, the Qingxin Pill in the backpack disappeared.
[The target task is to wake up, and the Qingxin Pill is used successfully. It is valid until 12 o'clock tonight. Please pay attention to the time limit. 】
After the emotionless notification sound, the system reacted instantly.
[Host, host, wake up quickly, your mother has taken Qingxin Pill and is temporarily cured!]
Maybe it was because the little girl messed up too late yesterday, and the system was restored for most of the day before Zhou Zhou's eyelashes trembled.
He made two confused "whew" sounds.
[Host, don’t you want to see your mother soon when she recovers? Get up! 】
This sentence made the little man on the bed instantly grasp the key word: "Mom."
With a murmur, even though he was in a daze, Zhou Zhou still struggled with his sleepiness and tried hard to open his eyes.
The little girl's mind was a little clearer, and she slowly turned around: "Mom is cured today."
[Yes, host, and your mother has gotten up now. You can see her when you get up and go out now. 】
Zhou Zhou couldn't sleep anymore, so he climbed out of bed quickly, and didn't go to the bathroom to wash up immediately. Instead, he opened the door and rushed out.
Downstairs, Liao Wen was standing in the living room, seemingly observing this familiar yet unfamiliar house.
Familiar because I lived here for five years when I was in a daze, strange because I have never observed it carefully due to my abnormal mental state.
"Mom." Zhou Zhou's little ending sounds like grandma's, with a bit of grievance.
Liao Wen also saw Zhou Zhou, her three-year-old daughter before she even got to know her.
The little girl was standing at the foot of the stairs wearing pink pajamas, fluffy slippers, and her hair was frizzy before she had a chance to comb it, but Liao Wen's heart suddenly softened in an instant.
Maybe this is the direct blood relationship between parent and child. He is inexplicably soft-hearted and wants to get closer.
Liao Wen squatted down to be at the same level as Zhou Congee's height, and opened her hands: "Congee congee?"
Zhou Zhou's eyes lit up instantly and he threw himself into Liao Wen's arms. Liao Wen hugged Zhou Zhou tightly.
"Did Mom scare you last time?" Liao Wen was talking about the last birthday party of Mrs. Liao.
She didn't know how long it had been since that day, but she only remembered the frightened and worried look in the little girl's eyes before she lost consciousness.
Zhou Porridge's little head shook quickly: "No, I know that my mother is sick. I can wait until my mother recovers."
Liao Wen hugged Zhou Zhou even tighter in an instant. Such a sensible and well-behaved daughter would be fine if she didn't get sick.
It's a pity... Liao Wen's eyes are a bit dim.
"Mom." Zhou Zhou has a well-behaved and sensitive personality. He immediately noticed that something was wrong with Liao Wen's mood and raised his head and shouted.
Only then did Liao Wen react. She lowered her head and smiled softly: "Do you need help from mom to tie your braids?"
"Is that okay?" Zhou Zhou's eyes were bright and his little head was clicking rapidly.
All the other children in the kindergarten had their pigtails tied by their mother, but she was the only one who had her hair tied by Aunt Zhou.
Aunt Zhou can only tie a small ponytail, and she is not as surprised as other children.
"Of course!" Liao Wen chuckled.
Zhou Zhou was stunned. Sure enough, her mother who could smile was extraordinarily beautiful. The little girl realized what she was doing and spoke quickly.
"Mom, wait for me. I'll brush my teeth, wash my face, change clothes, and then I'll be back!"
"Do you need help from your mother?" Liao Wen said subconsciously. In her impression, three-year-old children basically don't know anything. In the past, the four-and-a-half-year-old child of her cousin's family needed to be fed.
Zhou Zhou is already well-behaved and sensible enough.
However, the little girl hesitated for a moment and shook her head firmly: "Mom, you rest, I can do it myself!"
After saying that, Zhou Zhou turned around and ran upstairs: "Mom, just wait and I'll be fine soon."
"Okay, take your time with the porridge, don't rush." Liao Wen reminded gently.
It wasn't until the sound of Zhou Zhou's footsteps disappeared that Liao Wen withdrew her gaze.
This time she took a serious look at the house she was living in now. The decoration should be a model house from a decoration company, and there were not many detailed decorations.
Every place is neat and tidy. It must have been tidied by the aunt at home. The only visible signs of smoke are the small shoes on the shoe shelf in the corner and the water glass on the table in the living room.
Liao Wen looked away, walked towards the door, opened it and planned to take a breath of fresh air.
She didn't notice that the bodyguards at the door tensed up instantly. They seemed to be paying attention here and were always ready to do something.
Until the sound of hurried footsteps came over, and then a fierce warning.
"Madam." A cautious call came. Aunt Zhou had just returned from shopping for groceries and carefully observed Liao Wen.
Liao Wen raised her eyes and was about to say something when Aunt Zhou seemed to be relieved and quickly stepped forward to hold Liao Wen's hand.
"Madam, are you awake from hunger? I'm going to cook." Aunt Zhou led Liao Wen towards the house.
"What do you want to eat today, madam? Just wait on the sofa for a while, okay? Zhou Zhou will get up soon."
Aunt Zhou's tone was patient and gentle, but Liao Wen finally realized something was wrong.
Looking at her previous state, it's hard not to think of the reason for Aunt Zhou's attitude.
Liao Wen was silent for a moment, then she held Aunt Zhou's hand with her backhand, her voice a bit helpless.
"Aunt Zhou, I'm not sick today and I'm in good spirits."
Aunt Zhou suddenly paused, frowned and looked at Liao Wen for a long time as if to confirm something.
Today, Liao Wen's eyes were indeed looking at hers, and she was not immersed in her own world. Is this really good?
Aunt Zhou suddenly thought about the last time, Liao Wen was also "well", but that time Liao Wen went back to attend Mrs. Liao's birthday party, and she didn't know what happened at that time.
"Husband..." Aunt Zhou's lips trembled a little, and she didn't know how to react for a while.
"Yeah." Liao Wen responded: "I should be fine for the time being. I don't know how long it will take. Please help me contact the doctor to check me out."
Liao Wen also wanted to know the reason why she was sober.