Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

"Come on, who goes first?"

Hua Yue stepped forward: "I'll go first!"

She reached out, hesitated for a long time among the cards, and finally drew one.

Turn it over—the Ace of Hearts!

"what!"

Hua Yue's eyes lit up, and she looked at Zhao Yanxi triumphantly: "Ace of Hearts! Pretty high, right?"

Zhao Yanxi didn't say anything, but stepped forward with a smile, lightly ran her fingers across the playing cards, and then drew one.

Turn it over—the Ace of Spades.

Hua Yue's smile froze on her face: "Ace of Spades???"

"What luck! What luck! I'm just a little older than you!"

Zhao Yanxi shrugged, then turned to Ding Heng: "Brother Ding Heng, it's your turn."

Just as Ding Heng was about to randomly draw a card, he suddenly saw Zhao Yanxi wink playfully, gesturing for Ding Heng to look at one of the cards.

The card was positioned quite far forward, as if it had been deliberately pushed out a little bit.

Ding Heng raised his hand, drew the card, and turned it over—the King!

Hua Yue: "???"

The Ace of Spades beats the Ace of Hearts, and then the Ace wins... Is there no foul play here?!

She glanced at Zhao Yanxi, then at Ding Heng, and immediately concluded: "Zhao Yanxi, are you cheating with your girlfriends?!"

Zhao Yanxi looked completely innocent: "What are you talking about? Ding Heng was just lucky, what could I do?"

Hua Yue glared at her, furious!

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated; did this girl have to be any more obvious about cheating?

"Alright, alright."

He put down the cards: "I live alone, so I don't need the master bedroom's double bed. Shall we switch?"

"No way! It was agreed that the decision would be made by drawing lots, and there's no going back on it!"

Zhao Yanxi immediately jumped up to object, then tiptoed to Ding Heng's ear and whispered sweetly.

“Brother Ding Heng, think about it, the master bedroom has a big bed and a private bathroom, in short…”

She paused, then emphasized with a meaningful tone: "Convenient!!!"

After saying that, she quickly stepped back and grabbed Wenjing's hand.

"Come on, let's go pack our bags, Xiao Jingjing!"

"Huh? I..."

Before Wenjing could react, Zhao Yanxi had already pulled her into the side bedroom.

Hua Yue sighed deeply and walked sullenly towards the smallest guest room.

"Fine, fine, it's my bad luck..."

Hua Qing didn't seem to care at all, but her gaze lingered slightly as she passed the master bedroom door.

Then he turned to look at the guest room, as if secretly judging the distance between the two rooms...

Ding Heng carried his luggage into the master bedroom and closed the door.

The room was indeed large, with a 1.8-meter bed covered with gray-brown bedding.

Bedside table, wardrobe, dressing table... and a separate bathroom.

After quickly packing his luggage, Ding Heng took out his phone and dialed his father, Ding Wenjie.

A few seconds later, the call was connected.

"Hey?"

Upon hearing his father Ding Wenjie's voice, Ding Heng couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?!"

Ding Wenjie said angrily, "I'm your father, be serious!"

Ding Heng coughed twice, trying hard to suppress his smile.

"Okay, okay, let's get serious."

He cleared his throat and earnestly advised, "Dad, you're over forty now. Take good care of your health, especially your back and kidneys. Take your medicine when you need to and exercise when you need to!"

Ding Wenjie on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, his tone displeased.

"What do you mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything."

Ding Heng leaned against the headboard and joked, "I don't have any extravagant desires, I just want to be a rich kid for a couple more years. Driving this Land Rover is much better than our beat-up Chang'an!"

"Go! Go! Go!"

Ding Wenjie said irritably, "My relationship with your Aunt Qu Zhen is legitimate. Don't get the wrong idea. Your dad isn't that kind of person!"

"Okay, okay, let's have a serious relationship, a serious relationship."

Ding Heng suppressed a laugh and asked curiously, "Then why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Isn't it because I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it?"

Ding Wenjie lowered his voice: "After all, your mother has only been gone for less than two years, and I... sigh!"

Ding Heng's smile faded, and his tone became serious.

"Dad, don't worry! Mom won't blame you, she might even be happy for you... During the two years she was sick, she advised you, and she also asked me to advise you, saying that after she passed away, you should find someone who is kind to you to live with."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, but Ding Heng continued muttering.

"You don't need to worry about your maternal grandparents either. After all, they still have me, their grandson."

Several seconds later, Ding Wenjie's voice rang out again, trembling slightly.

"Alright... Your Aunt Quzhen and I will go back to Chengdu before the National Day holiday ends, and our two families will meet then."

"Row!"

Ding Heng readily agreed.

"Also, if it's convenient..."

Ding Wenjie paused for a moment: "Bring your girlfriend along too, so I can meet her as well."

Ding Heng paused for a second, then exclaimed, "Huh?"

Ding Wenjie asked, "What's wrong? Is it inconvenient?"

"No, no, no! It's convenient, very convenient."

"Okay, I'm hanging up!"

"Bye-bye, Dad!"

After hanging up the phone, Ding Heng stood there, holding his phone, lost in thought.

Then he slumped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, a thought creeping onto his mind.

It is convenient.

The question is—which one should you let him take?

Chapter 82: My Dear Husband!

Inside the side bedroom, Wenjing and Zhao Yanxi were checking their luggage.

Looking at the suitcases scattered on the floor, Wenjing couldn't help but ask curiously, "Yanxi, why did you bring so much luggage?"

Zhao Yanxi gave a perfunctory reply: "Oh, it works!"

"it works?"

Wenjing reached into the box and took out a blanket. It was light gray and felt quite soft, but the material on the back was a bit strange.

"It's still hot today, can you bring out a blanket?"

Zhao Yanxi glanced at it and said, "Oh, that's a waterproof blanket."

"water proof?"

Wenjing blinked, her face innocent.

Zhao Yanxi smiled without saying a word, too lazy to explain to this little white rabbit.

More than half an hour later, the two finally finished packing their luggage.

Zhao Yanxi jumped out of the room and knocked on each door to urge them on.

"Quick, quick! Let's go out shopping, check out some spots, and grab some hot pot while we're at it!"

The place where everyone lived was not far from Chunxi Road, only a five-minute drive away.

But finding a parking space, coupled with the traffic congestion during the National Day holiday, took almost half an hour.

By the time the car was parked in the underground shopping mall garage, Ding Heng was already somewhat numb.

He has never been very interested in traveling.

Especially during the National Day holiday, it's crowded with people and traffic jams, and you have to queue to go anywhere.

But to accommodate the girls, especially the ever-energetic Zhao Yanxi, he still mustered his spirits, picked up his camera, and kept snapping photos.

Zhao Yanxi skipped and jumped around in front of her, pointing at this and shouting that, wanting to take pictures at every spot.

Wenjing followed Zhao Yanxi, being pulled into various poses by her, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

Hua Yue stood in the background, occasionally being pulled in for a group photo.

As for Hua Qing, she didn't get involved much.