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

Her voice was soft, with a coquettish tone at the end.

Ding Heng looked down at her.

The girl's eyes were bright, her face was smiling, and her lips were slightly pouting, giving off a "come kiss me" expression.

Ding Heng did not do as Zhao Yanxi wished, but instead reached out and gently flicked her forehead.

"Ouch!"

Zhao Yanxi looked aggrieved: "What's wrong...?"

Go to bed early tonight.

"But……"

"There's always tomorrow."

Zhao Yanxi pouted and walked sullenly towards the master bedroom.

She knew in her heart that Ding Heng was afraid that she would make too much noise and wake Wen Shu up.

After all, she herself wasn't confident that she could hold back her screams.

Zhao Yanxi walked to the door, then turned back.

Good night.

"Good night."

The door closed.

Ding Heng stood there, gazing at the empty living room. In the distance, the city lights shone brightly, and occasionally, sporadic fireworks rose into the sky.

He chuckled softly, recalling that his house was empty last New Year's Day; he never imagined it would be so lively this year.

Life is unpredictable, so we should cherish what we have...

Noon the next day.

Wenjing groggily opened her eyes, reached for her phone and glanced at it; it was already 11:47.

She sat up, rubbed her eyes, put on her slippers, and walked out of the guest room.

In the living room, Zhao Yanxi was curled up on the sofa scrolling through her phone, her hair disheveled and still wearing her pajamas.

Wenjing yawned and asked, "You just woke up too?"

Zhao Yanxi didn't even look up: "Yeah, shall we go out for lunch?"

"Don't waste money, there are leftovers from last night, I'll heat them up."

Do you need help?

"You wash the rice."

Wenjing went to the bathroom to wash up quickly, then put on her apron again and went into the kitchen.

Hearing the noise, Ding Heng, who had gotten up early, came out of his study.

Zhao Yanxi immediately put down her phone and jumped up from the sofa.

"Brother Ding Heng! Happy New Year! Happy New Year!"

Didn't we talk about that yesterday?

Can't you say it again?

"Go, go, go."

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated.

After Wen Shu woke up, the four of them quietly finished their lunch.

Ding Heng put down his chopsticks: "I have to go out of town this afternoon."

Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing looked up at the same time and blinked.

"Going out of town? Today?"

"Um, something came up."

"Oh……"

Zhao Yanxi looked at Wen Jing, raised an eyebrow slightly, and gave her a knowing look—See, what did I tell you!?

Unlike Zhao Yanxi, Wenjing didn't have as many thoughts and asked frankly, "Ding Heng, you'll be gone for a few days. Won't that interfere with your birthday celebration?"

"No, I'll be back by tomorrow night at the earliest, and the day after tomorrow morning at the latest."

"Xiaojing and I have prepared a birthday surprise for you! Don't miss it!"

"What surprise?"

"Would it still be a surprise if I told you?"

Ding Heng smiled, asked no more questions, and got up to leave.

"Ding Heng".

Wenjing suddenly called out to him.

Ding Heng turned around.

Wenjing ran into the bedroom and came out holding a scarf.

Dark gray, with fine stitches, neatly folded.

She walked up to Ding Heng, stood on tiptoe, and gently put the scarf around his neck.

Ding Heng suddenly realized...

The scarf was a gift from Wenjing during summer vacation. We agreed that he would wear it in winter, but it had been sitting in the closet for a long time and I almost forgot about it.

"I found it in the closet while I was cleaning your room yesterday."

Wenjing straightened the wrinkles in Ding Heng's scarf, feeling a little aggrieved.

Ding Heng's eyes were gentle: "Don't worry, I'll wear it until spring."

"Ok!"

Once assured, the little rabbit's grievances vanished instantly, and she smiled sweetly.

Ding Heng took out his car keys from his pocket and handed them to Zhao Yanxi: "You can keep the car. Yanxi, you can drive it if you need to, but be careful."

Zhao Yanxi took the keys and blinked: "You really want me to drive?"

"Didn't you get your driver's license?"

"I took it, but I did..."

Zhao Yanxi took the keys, feeling inexplicably guilty.

Ding Heng turned and went out, then took out his phone and sent a message.

[Ding Heng]: I'm going downstairs.

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: I'm at the back gate of your residential complex.

Ding Heng arrived at the back gate of the residential area and spotted the white new energy vehicle in the distance.

He stepped forward and sat in the passenger seat: "Happy New Year, senior."

"new year……"

Just as Hua Qing was about to respond, Ding Heng suddenly leaned over.

A very light kiss landed on her lips... warm, soft, and fleeting.

Caught off guard, Hua Qing's eyes widened: "W-what are you doing!"

Ding Heng stepped back, a slight smile playing on his lips: "I owe you from last night, senior."

Hua Qing turned her face away, staring at the road ahead, her ears burning red.

"Hate……"

She muttered complaints, but her voice had a hint of sweetness.

Chapter 130: Another Possibility for Hua Qing

The plane landed in Shanghai, and outside the window was a hazy gray sky.

Ding Heng and Hua Qing walked out of the airport hand in hand, and saw someone waving at them from afar.

She was a woman, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, tall, wearing a beige long coat, and her hair was tied into a neat ponytail at the back of her head.

She stood in the crowd of people waiting to pick up passengers, her upright posture drawing attention.

Ding Heng glanced at her and asked Hua Qing, "Senior, are you traveling together?"

Hua Qing was taken aback: "How did you know?"

"It depends on their figure."

Ding Heng analyzed, "His figure is the same as yours, tall and slender overall, with a straight posture, which is probably a habit he developed from years of dancing."

Hua Qing nudged him with her elbow, annoyed: "You're just staring at other people's figures, aren't you?"

Ding Heng laughed and dodged, saying, "It also depends on looks."

"You still judge by appearance?"

Hua Qing nudged him again.

"Don't worry, you're not as good-looking as me."

"Humph……"

Hua Qing pulled her elbow back, her expression softening slightly.

She quickened her pace to greet her, a bright smile on her face: "Sister Lingling!"

The two approached and embraced warmly.

The woman called "Lingling" let go of her hand, took out a bouquet of flowers from her bag and handed it over, teasingly saying, "Here! This is for our future national dance principal."