Why is the system taking my request to photograph a cosplayer seriously?

Chapter 218 Yan hope Steps on Back

After spending most of the day shopping, the four of them had a quick lunch nearby.

After finishing the meal, Wenjing asked.

"Pema, where are you planning to go later?"

"Let's go to the hospital and see Sister Huang Yue."

"Want me to give you a ride?"

"No need, I'll take the subway myself."

Bai Ma wiped her mouth, casually opened her phone, and received the salary of one or two hundred and twenty yuan sent by Ding Heng.

She waved to Wen Shu, gave Wen Jing a sweet smile, turned around and skipped out of the restaurant, even forgetting to ask Ding Heng to reimburse her for the milk tea.

Ding Heng watched Bai Ma's figure disappear into the elevator, too lazy to remind her.

He turned to Wenjing: "Let's go back too."

The three of them went downstairs and got into the car.

Wenjing drove, Ding Heng sat in the passenger seat, and Wenshu sat alone in the back seat.

The car drove out of the mall's parking garage and merged into the traffic.

Wen Shu suddenly spoke up: "Brother-in-law."

Ding Heng turned his head from the passenger seat.

"Um?"

"Don't you think my sister's acting a little strange today?"

"What's strange about it?"

"You bought me so many things, and my sister didn't object much."

Wenjing usually seems to have the word "saving money" etched on her forehead. She would nag for ages about buying a discounted T-shirt for Wenshu.

Today, however, he didn't utter a single word from beginning to end.

Ding Heng couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Well, what can I do? She lost to me in the game last night."

"game?"

Wen Shu immediately became interested: "What game?"

Before Ding Heng could answer, the little rabbit got impatient.

"Wen Shu!!!"

She raised her voice slightly and glared at her younger sister in the rearview mirror: "Why are you asking so many questions? Go back and study!"

Wen Shu shrank back and obediently shut her mouth after being yelled at by her sister.

But his eyes kept darting between Wenjing and Ding Heng, full of curiosity.

The car turned into the villa area and stopped in front of the gate.

The three of them got out of the car. Wen Shu picked up the bag and was about to go upstairs when Wen Jing grabbed her arm.

"Come with me."

"What are you doing, sis?!"

Wenjing didn't answer, but dragged Wenshu to the backyard to whisper, while Ding Heng stayed on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

Sister Jiang poked her head out from the kitchen: "Xiao Ding, are you eating at home tonight?"

"No, Wenjing and I will leave in a bit."

"Okay, then I'll buy less groceries."

Sister Jiang took off her apron, picked up her shopping basket, and went out.

About ten minutes later, Wenjing returned to Ding Heng's side.

"Let's go."

She picked up her car keys and walked silently toward the door.

Ding Heng followed, casually picking up a bag of trash from the entrance.

The two got into the car, and Wenjing habitually sat in the driver's seat.

Ding Heng reached out and pressed down on her hand, which was about to fasten her seatbelt: "I'll drive, you take a break."

"Um."

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Wenjing nodded and obediently got up to move to the passenger seat.

The car drove out of the villa area and headed towards the city center along the road by the Xiangjiang River.

Ding Heng gripped the steering wheel tightly with one hand, his gaze fixed straight ahead: "Is there something else going on at home?"

Wenjing was startled and asked in surprise, "How did you guess?"

"Most of the things you two sisters can't say in front of me are family matters."

Wenjing pursed her lips.

She increasingly felt that she was transparent in front of Ding Heng, unable to hide any of her thoughts.

My older sister is getting married.

"how long?"

"Around National Day, I guess."

"Where should I do it?"

"Pengcheng."

Wenjing lowered her head: "The man is a local from Pengcheng. His family runs a small business, and their conditions are quite good."

"So what's your family's attitude?"

"What kind of attitude can we have?!"

Wenjing smiled wryly: "They should be grateful that my older sister can get married. What else is there to complain about?"

Ding Heng did not respond.

Wenjing continued, "My parents hope that I can go too, since it's a rare opportunity for the whole family to get together."

"Of course."

Ding Heng reached out and ruffled her hair: "Do you need me to come with you?"

No one can completely abandon their family of origin. A year has passed, and it's time to let go of what needs to be let go.

Moreover, Wenjing is not the same as before, and her parents can no longer cause her much trouble.

Wenjing raised her head and met Ding Heng's gaze.

The man's eyes were calm, without the slightest hint of politeness or reluctance.

"Are you available?"

"What's inconvenient about it?"

Ding Heng withdrew his hand and gripped the steering wheel tightly again: "You can make the arrangements. Just let me know when the time comes and I'll free up my time."

Wenjing felt a warmth in her heart and softly hummed in agreement, remaining as obedient and docile as ever.

I got home at 3 p.m.

Wenjing changed into slippers and went straight to the kitchen to check the ingredients in the refrigerator and prepare dinner for the day.

Ding Heng didn't disturb her, turned around and went upstairs back to the master bedroom.

Pushing open the door, he found Zhao Yanxi lying on his bed, wearing a loose white short-sleeved shirt that belonged to men, with the collar hanging loosely.

Her long hair was loose, with slightly curled ends, and the color was a rose red that she had just dyed yesterday.

Her calves, encased in white stockings, swayed up, the tops of the stockings digging into her calves, leaving a shallow mark around her skin.

The pink and white colors intertwined, dazzling in the afternoon light.

"Brother Ding Heng!"

Hearing the door open, Zhao Yanxi rolled over in bed and grinned at him.

Ding Heng walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed: "What are you doing in my room?"

"What, can't I come into your room?"

"It's broad daylight, be serious!"

"oh----"

Zhao Yanxi pouted and reached out to grab Ding Heng's sleeve.

"Come on, lie down."

"what?"

"They're giving you a massage."

Zhao Yanxi pressed Ding Heng onto the bed and made him lie face down. Then she moved herself above his back, spread her legs, and knelt on either side of his waist, beginning to gently massage him.

It has to be said that Zhao Yanxi probably did some special research, and her technique was passable.

As she was pressing, Ding Heng's shirt was suddenly lifted, and a pair of small white silk-clad feet pressed against his back, their toes gently tapping through the thin cotton fabric, pressing back and forth on his shoulder blades.

Ding Heng's back was broad and muscular, and Zhao Yanxi could easily step on it when she stood up.

The arch of his foot was perfectly positioned on either side of his spine, and the soft flesh of his sole pressed against his skin. With each step, he released his weight, applying just the right amount of force.

"How is it?"

Zhao Yanxi spread her arms to maintain balance, pressed her center of gravity forward, increased the force of her feet, and her toes curled and stretched slightly with the rhythm of her exertion.

"Hmm...not bad."

"You're just being perfunctory. People practice for a long time by watching videos."

Dissatisfied, Zhao Yanxi increased the force, gently grinding her foot against Ding Heng's waist.

Ding Heng grunted: "Focus more on the left side."

Zhao Yanxi did as instructed, moving her foot to Ding Heng's left waist and pressing in circles with her heel.

The smooth texture of the stockings rubbed against Ding Heng's skin, causing a slight tingling sensation.

Ding Heng sighed contentedly: "Yan hope, what are your plans for the last ten days or so of summer vacation?"

"I'll stay home with you."

Zhao Yanxi continued, "What, you find us annoying?"

"It's really annoying that she keeps chattering in my ear all the time."

"What?!"

Zhao Yanxi suddenly increased the force on her foot.

"hiss----"

Ding Heng gasped and abruptly rolled over.

Caught off guard, Zhao Yanxi fell forward with a short gasp.

The next second, a large hand steadily supported her waist and pulled her into its embrace.

"Ding Heng, you scared me to death!"

Zhao Yanxi lay on his chest and gently punched his shoulder.

Her long hair fell loosely, tickling Ding Heng's chin.

"Just kidding, you're all my darlings, how could I possibly bother you?"

Ding Heng gently patted Zhao Yanxi's back, soothingly asking, "Do you want me to find you something to do?"

"What's wrong?"

"Go and keep an eye on Baima for me."

"Why are you staring at her?"

"This girl has been running around outside every day lately, and I'm a little worried about her."

"this----"

Zhao Yanxi tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Isn't that unnecessary? Baima is already an adult, she can't be kidnapped, can she?"

"Just consider it a favor to me."

Ding Heng lightly pinched Zhao Yanxi's waist: "Wenjing can cook two meals at home, anyway, you're just sitting around doing nothing."

"snort!"

Zhao Yanxi said unhappily, "So you think he's useless?"

"How could it not work?"

Ding Heng leaned close to her ear and said, "Don't I use it every night?"

Zhao Yanxi blushed slightly, pushed Ding Heng away, and jumped off the bed.

"I'll go to the kitchen and help Xiaojingjing!"

She ran towards the door, then turned back halfway and made a face at Ding Heng: "I, Zhao Yanxi, can be a woman who is elegant in public and capable in the kitchen!"

The door slammed shut.

A few seconds later, a quiet exclamation came from downstairs: "Yan hope! What are you doing with that knife?! Put it down, put it down!"

"I'll chop the vegetables for you."

"No need, no need, Grandma, you just need to rest."

"No way, I'm going to show you something today!"

"Oh dear, Yan hope, are you alright?"

Then came a series of clattering sounds from pots and pans, mixed with Wenjing's tense "Be careful, be careful!" "That's not how you hold a knife!" "Never mind, never mind, I'll do it."

Ding Heng shook his head with a wry smile and closed his eyes for a short rest.

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