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Chapter Forty-Four:

Aunt Zhou finally came to her senses and nodded quickly: "Okay madam, I'll contact the doctor right away!"

"Mom, I've already washed up. You can tie my pigtails." Upstairs, Zhou Zhouzhu had already washed up. Because she was in a hurry to let Liao Wen comb her hair, she didn't even wipe the water drops off her face.

Aunt Zhou finally saw the disheveled Zhou Zhou and took over the job.

"Madam, please rest quickly, I will braid the little lady's hair."

Zhou Zhou looked at Liao Wen subconsciously. She wanted her mother to braid her hair. Liao Wen got through the little girl's thoughts and smiled and waved to Zhou Zhou.

"Aunt Zhou, go and do your work, I'll just come."

Zhou Zhou's eyes curled up, and he quickly ran over and handed the comb to Liao Wen, then sat upright on the small bench.

"What kind of hairstyle does our family like?" Liao Wen gently gathered all Zhou Zhou's hair together.

The little girl's hair is of good quality, her dark hair is as smooth as silk.

"I like everything my mother combs!" Zhou Zhou said crisply, her well-behaved look very much like the daughter she had hoped for.

Liao Wen paused for a moment, but the daughter she had been looking forward to was looking forward to being with Ji Yan, a son and a daughter...

Things seem to have changed in the blink of an eye.

Liao Wen laughed and stopped thinking about those past things. She lowered her head and asked Zhou Zhou: "Can mom tie you two beautiful bows?"

"Can!"

Outside the window, the early morning sun has already risen. The morning sun is not dazzling, warm and peaceful, and it falls on the bodies of the mother and daughter very gently.

Liao Wen is very skillful because she is a girl who loves beauty and she also liked to try various hairstyles and makeup.

In less than ten minutes, the beautiful bow was tied up. Finally, it was decorated with a red hairband and it looked pretty enough.

"Turn around, mom, take a look." Liao Wen gently patted her daughter on the shoulder.

Zhou Zhou obediently turned his head, his dark and bright eyes curved.

"Mom, does it look good?"

"Good-looking." Liao Wen looked at it and nodded seriously. She was good-looking, and Zhou Heng in her memory seemed to be pretty good too. How could the daughter she gave birth to be so ugly?

"But it's missing a little embellishment. Mom will take you to buy some beautiful head flowers tomorrow."

Very few of Zhou Zhou's hair styles are bought for her by Aunt Zhou. Normally, Aunt Zhou is busy and has no time to tinker with Zhou Zhou's hairstyle, and she doesn't need too many hair styles.

"Really..." Zhou Zhou was easily satisfied. The flower his mother bought was a gift he had never received from his mother before.

"Well, I'll buy it tomorrow."

"Mom is so nice!"

Zhou Zhou's expectations made Liao Wen inexplicably sad. Because of her illness, the little girl did not have a normal childhood life.

If she remembers correctly, Zhou Zhou is only three and a half years old this year, right?

In fact, children at this age do not need to be so well-behaved, they can be a little more noisy and coquettish.

Liao Wen carefully thought back to when she was three and a half years old. Although she couldn't remember clearly, it was definitely not like this.

"Baby, I'm sorry." Liao Wen hugged the dumbfounded Congee.

"Mom?" Zhou Zhou was a little overwhelmed by Liao Wen's sudden emotion and blinked.

"Mom didn't take good care of you. Baby, do you blame mom?"

Liao Wen's voice was a little hoarse, and she felt guilty and distressed.

Zhou Zhou finally understood. The baby in Liao Wen's mouth was calling her? Is she her mother's baby?

It turns out that her mother will call her "baby" when she recovers from her illness. Zhou Zhou is a little happy, but her mother doesn't seem to be happy anymore.

She hesitated for a moment and slowly patted Liao Wen's shoulder with her small hand.

"Don't cry, mom. Mom is sick. I don't blame mom. I love mom so much!"

The more sensible Zhou Zhou became, the more guilty Liao Wen became until the doctor came to examine Liao Wen.

Because Liao Wen's condition was unstable, Zhou Heng set up a special ward upstairs with complete medical equipment.

After the routine blood test was completed, the doctor frowned.

"This...Mrs. Zhou, did you feel anything unusual these two times you woke up?"

The doctor's expression was a little serious.

After Liao Wen thought carefully, she just shook her head: "No, I was groggy when I was sick. When I woke up, I seemed to wake up suddenly. I didn't feel anything special."

The doctor frowned even more tightly: "I'm sorry, Mrs. Zhou, this is the first time for me. In my medical career, there are no patients who suddenly wake up, but never so suddenly without warning, nor so thoroughly."

, and then continued to get sick without any signs of improvement.”

"Of course, maybe I am not good at studying. I will send this situation to my teacher and ask him if he has encountered the same case. At the same time, I will also inform Mr. Zhou of the test results."

Liao Wen was obviously lost for a moment when she heard the doctor's words. She subconsciously squeezed Zhou Zhou's hand. She didn't want to live in a daze all the time, and she didn't want to be a madman.

But...she can't control it.

Liao Wen lowered her eyes to hide the emotions in her eyes, and smiled reluctantly: "It's troublesome."

Aunt Zhou on the other side couldn't help but sigh. The doctor couldn't find the reason, which meant that Liao Wen might get sick at any time.

"Mother?"

Perhaps because of the excessive silence in the room, Zhou Zhou carefully pulled Liao Wen and shouted.

A timid tone.

Liao Wen took a deep breath, tried her best to smile and rubbed the little girl's head.

"Zhou Zhou is good, don't be afraid. Mom is fine. Let's go have breakfast first. After breakfast, mom will accompany you... What do you want mom to accompany you for?"

"Tell stories!" Zhou Zhou replied without hesitation: "Panpan's mother will tell her many princess stories, and I want to hear them too."

In fact, Lu Zhixi could tell Zhou Zhou the story of the princess if he wanted to hear it, but the key point was what his mother told him.

"Okay, mommy is going to tell us the story of the princess to our little baby Chuzhou." Liao Wen's voice was particularly gentle.

"Then mommy will take you to buy hair flowers in the afternoon, okay?"

Liao Wen thought for a moment and moved the trip she had promised to buy flowers for tomorrow to today.

She was afraid that time would be too late. She didn't know when she would suddenly get sick. According to the last time, she shouldn't be able to wait until tomorrow. She didn't want to miss Zhou Zhou's appointment, and she didn't want Zhou Zhou to be frustrated again.

"Okay!" Zhou Zhou nodded obediently.

After breakfast, Liao Wen read princess stories to Zhou Chou as promised. The storybooks were found in Zhou Chou's room. They were very new, and some of them had not even opened their covers.

Zhou Zhou said that his father bought it. The title of father made Liao Wen pause.

Zhou Zhou's father and Liao Wen's nominal husband.

"What kind of person is your father?" Liao Wen hesitated when asking this question again.

The main reason is that when she sobered up twice, her legendary husband Zhou Heng was not around. He was the one who didn't despise her and brought her home after she went crazy.

"Dad loves Congee and Mom very much!" Zhou Congee answered without hesitation, and his firm tone made Liao Wen stunned for a moment.

"Mom, do you miss dad?" Zhou Zhou turned to look at Liao Wen with a serious expression.

"Mom, if you miss Dad, we can call Dad!"


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