At this time, the atmosphere of the Zhou family was not far from being as cheerful as the Lu family, but it was a little cold, and it was still Aunt Zhou's door.

"Little Miss is back? Have you eaten enough at Zhou's house? Do you want Aunt Zhou to cook you a little chaos to eat? ”

Originally, Zhou Congee was supposed to come back to accompany Liao Wen for dinner at dinner.

But after Mrs. Lu knew that Liao Wen was sick again and accidentally injured Zhou Congee, she refused to let Zhou Congee go back, and had to stay for dinner.

also made a table of dishes for Zhou Congee because of distress.

"When I was full, Aunt Lu made sweet and sour short ribs to eat, as well as small cakes." Zhou Congee said and rubbed his round belly to show that he was not lying.

Aunt Zhou didn't ask much, Mrs. Lu likes Zhou porridge and has always treated Zhou porridge well.

"Is Mommy asleep?" Zhou Congee cautiously glanced at the direction of Liao Wen's room upstairs, and there was no power.

"Madame is asleep." Aunt Zhou replied and rubbed her shoulder, she bumped it when she was taking care of Liao Wen just now, and it hurt badly.

"It's time for Miss Xiao to take a bath, do you need Aunt Zhou's help?"

Zhou Congee's eyes fell on Aunt Zhou's shoulder, and after retracting his gaze, he shook his head: "Congee Congee can do it yourself." ”

Aunt Zhou didn't force her hands to help, there were few maids at home, and she had a lot of things to do to take care of a patient.

And Zhou Congee has always been a reassuring good child, and she usually doesn't need to bother with taking a bath, so much so that Aunt Zhou almost forgot that Zhou Congee is a three-and-a-half-year-old child.

Zhou Congee really didn't have to bother, he took a clumsy shower and changed clothes, and when he came out, he didn't see Aunt Zhou moving a small stool and throwing her clothes into the washing machine.

[Host. 】

Zhou Congee was about to turn off the lights and sleep when the system that disappeared in the afternoon suddenly appeared?

"Uncle System." Zhou Congee shouted in a milky voice,

[Host, do you want to cure your mother's illness?] The system's voice was a little seductive.

Zhou Congee's movements paused instantly, and he was a little skeptical.

"Can you cure my mother's illness? Dad said Mom was very sick. ”

"Host, as long as you do the task seriously, everything is not a problem, after all, I am an omnipotent system."

Zhou Congee looked dazed.

The system patiently explained: "Our system has a mall, for example, Zhou Congee asked you to do a task during the day today, and the task got 100 points, you can take this 100 points to the mall to exchange things." ”

"The price of everything is different, such as the toffee that the host only likes to eat, ten out of one, and everything in the mall, such as medicine to get your mother back to normal."

"How much is Mommy's medicine?"

The system saw that Zhou Congee was moved, and hurriedly clicked on the mall: [I remember that there is a sober pill in the mall, which will definitely help your mother regain her sobriety, and his price is 10,000 points...]

The system was silent, and even more silent after glancing at the existing points.

"10,000 points, how many are 10,000 points." Xiao Zhou Congee was at a loss, she would only count from one to a hundred, and she was really confused when it came to ten thousand.

The system coughed a few times: [Ten thousand is a bit much, but Zhou Congee will definitely work hard to make up points for his mother, right? 】

Zhou Congee nodded hurriedly: "Yes!" ”

The system breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the three-year-old host doesn't understand anything, she is well-behaved! And it's easy to fool!

And it shouldn't matter if you're a system and draw a pie, right?

Three-and-a-half-year-old Zhou Congee went to bed and got into the quilt with the dream of earning points for her mother to buy medicine, and a lot of things happened in one day today, and she soon fell asleep.

The next day, it was still the Lu family's driver who sent the two children to school.

The children will isolate Zhou Congee because of some of Ji Yangyang's words, but the teachers will not.

Well-behaved, sensible, very active in class to raise your hand to answer questions, the key is good-looking, Zhou Congee quickly won the love of all the teachers, and the little safflower is always the most of Zhou Congee.

Ji Yangyang gritted his teeth angrily.

"Yangyang, is Zhou Congee really a little madman? Why do teachers like Zhou porridge? Someone leaned in front of Ji Yangyang and asked in a low voice.

"She's a little madman, my grandmother and my mother have all said it, if you want to play with the little madman, you can go, and then I won't play with you."

The child's face furrowed.

But none of this can affect Zhou Congee, and it is not uncomfortable to continue to be isolated Zhou Congee, she has Xixi's brother to be her friend, so she doesn't want others.

It was another extracurricular activity class, and the other students were playing games together in the playground.

Zhou Congee was painting alone in the classroom, and after painting for a while, she fell asleep on the desk, until a sharp voice woke her up.

Zhou Congee rubbed his eyes, and he heard his name in a daze.

"It's Zhou porridge! It must be Zhou porridge. ”

When they went out to play in the classroom, they were surrounding Teacher Xia, and a child kept crying.

Zhou Congee blinked a little blankly, as if she didn't understand what was going on, Teacher Xia had already walked in front of her.

Teacher Xia's tone was very gentle: "Zhou Congee, did you hear any movement in the classroom just now?" Panpan's watch was missing in her schoolbag. ”

Zhou Congee subconsciously looked behind Teacher Xia, and the little girl named Panpan was already crying and her eyes were red.

"It was my dad's birthday present." She cried and sobbed and said that it should be very uncomfortable.

If her father's gift to her was gone, she must have felt so bad.

Zhou Congee wrinkled his nose, and Ji Yangyang muttered directly.

"It must have been stolen by Zhou Congee, only Zhou Congee was the only one in the classroom just now."

Maybe it was because he felt that he had caught the handle of Zhou Congee, and Ji Yangyang was very proud.

Teacher Xia frowned: "Yangyang, porridge porridge can tell the teacher"

"I'm asleep, I don't know anything." Zhou Congee opened his mouth and told the truth.

"Teacher Xia, she must be lying, how can she sleep when it's so noisy outside, Zhou Congee must be trying to steal something in the classroom alone."

Panpan over there already believed Ji Yangyang's words: "Is it okay for you to return the watch to me, I'll replace it with something else, it's a birthday gift from my father." ”

"I didn't take it." Zhou Congee argued, and the expression on his little face was particularly stubborn.

Teacher Xia was also a little bigger, Panpan's crying, and Ji Yangyang's accusation made her a little suspicious of Zhou Congee.

Indeed, after all, as Ji Yangyang said, there is only Zhou Congee alone.

"I want Mom, I want Mom!"

The little girl's voice was about to cry hoarsely, Teacher Xia could only contact Panpan's mother, the two children had a conflict, one parent came and the other party must have suffered a lot.

Teacher Xia thought for a while, squatted down and discussed with Zhou Congee: "Zhou Congee, how much is my mother's phone number?" Shall I give your mom a call. ”

Zhou Congee pursed her lips obviously unwillingly, and Teacher Xia's twilight also fell on her all the time.

The classroom was noisy, but there was a silent stalemate between Zhou Congee and Teacher Xia.

Teacher Xia's suspicions deepened, and the balance in his heart had already begun to tilt in favor of what Ji Yangyang said.

"Zhou Congee, the teacher told you last time that it doesn't matter if you do something wrong, you are a good child if you know that you can change your mistakes."

"Zhou Congee is not a good child, she is a bad child!" This time, this corrective sentence did not come out of Zhou Congee's mouth, but it was said by Ji Yangyang, but it had credibility.

Mr. Xia didn't refute it this time.

Zhou Congee kept saying that she was a bad child, but at this time, her nose couldn't help but be sour, and tears rolled in her eyes.

"Zhou Congee, now the teacher must contact your parents."

After speaking, Teacher Xia suddenly remembered that she didn't have the contact information of Zhou Congee's parents at all, and their teacher should have registered and left the contact information of the parents when the children entered the kindergarten.

Zhou Congee entered the park, but it was brought in by her "fiancé" Lu Zhixi, and the emergency contact person wrote as if this was Lu Zhixi's phone number?

Is it possible to contact a five- or six-year-old?