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

She opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, glared at Ding Heng, and muttered as usual, "Scumbag."

Her tone was soft and weak; rather than expressing disgust, it sounded more like she was complaining that the man hadn't come to see her for several days.

Ding Heng naturally understood, but he didn't expose her. He just smiled and then gently swiped his phone screen in front of Hua Qing.

Hua Qing's body didn't react, but her expression was one of embarrassment and annoyance.

"Are you ever going to stop?!"

She raised her small fist and punched him: "You wouldn't want me to go out like this..."

Ding Heng smiled and dodged away, his tone smug: "I'm just afraid that my senior will get addicted."

"Who would be addicted to that kind of stuff!"

Hua Qing was extremely embarrassed and threw punch after punch, but the force was light and weak, like tickling.

Ding Heng grasped her fist, squeezed it, and didn't let go.

Hua Qing tried to struggle, but couldn't, so she simply gave up.

While playing with Hua Qing's soft little hand, Ding Heng asked, "What are your plans for the New Year, Senior?"

Hua Qing withdrew her gaze and regained her composure: "Tomorrow is the last class, and I'm going back to my hometown the day after tomorrow."

"Are you free for the next two days?"

"Ah."

"Then I'll keep the senior company?"

"casual……"

"However, I have one request."

"what?"

"I'm tired of your traditional Chinese style, senior. I want you to try a different style."

"Ding Heng! Don't go too far!"

Hua Qing subconsciously thought that Ding Heng would make her wear some embarrassing clothes, so she would inevitably have to raise her voice.

"Don't worry, senior, it's a proper outfit."

Ding Heng reopened his phone, swiped a few times, and handed it over.

Hua Qing took it and looked down at it.

A pink sweater, a white fluffy coat, a light gray pleated skirt, paired with white stockings and round-toed leather shoes.

The model had her hair in pigtails, and she looked both sweet and gentle.

Hua Qing's face darkened instantly, and she threw the phone back into Ding Heng's arms.

"You're a pervert."

"How is this weird?"

Ding Heng looked completely innocent: "These are all proper clothes, it's not like I'm asking you to wear anything improper."

"But...I..."

Hua Qing was speechless.

In her 21 years of life, she has never had clothes of a similar style in her wardrobe.

Hanfu, cheongsam, modified traditional Chinese style, and even occasional casual wear are all simple and elegant in style.

This kind of pink and girly outfit is more embarrassing for her than wearing sexy lingerie.

Ding Heng persisted: "Can't your boyfriend even fulfill this small request?"

Hua Qing bit her lower lip: "Why don't you let Wenjing or Yanxi wear this style for you? They both suit it better than me..."

Ding Heng's tone was serious, not like he was joking: "But I just want to see what my senior wears."

Hua Qing didn't say anything more and turned her face to look out the window.

As the car started, Hua Qing looked down and swiped her fingers across her phone screen, as if searching for something.

Ding Heng glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and could vaguely see the words in the search bar: "【Cute Outfit Recommendations for Cool Girls】".

He really is all talk and no action.

As the saying goes, men have two great loves: persuading young girls to be sexy and forcing mature women to act cute.

The fairy's potential remains to be explored...

The car drove into the villa area's garage, and Ding Heng went upstairs to open the door.

I haven't been here for a few days, and the living room has changed dramatically.

The once empty entryway now features a pair of blue and white porcelain vases, a thick wool rug in a subtle smoky gray color, a mahogany sofa, and a set of purple clay teaware on the coffee table.

The overall style is calm and sophisticated, yet elegant.

Secretary Huang nodded as Ding Heng entered, saying, "Mr. Ding has arrived."

"Secretary Huang."

Ding Heng looked around and praised, "Your efficiency is amazing."

"I didn't dare delay what my boss asked me to do, and luckily the real estate agency had a few sets of furniture ready-made, so I bought them all at once."

Secretary Huang smiled slightly: "By the way, we're going to pick someone up from the airport later, the car is ready."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a series of hurried footsteps came from the second floor.

Pema poked half her head out from the stairs; her hair was a little messy, as if she had just crawled out of bed.

Upon seeing Ding Heng, her eyes lit up, and she ran downstairs.

"Brother!"

She was quite sweet-talking today, stopping in front of Ding Heng and looking up at him: "Where have you been these past few days? You're never home."

Ding Heng looked down at her: "I definitely have my own things to do. I can't stay home playing games all day like you."

Bai Ma pouted, about to retort, when her gaze suddenly fell on Ding Heng's back.

Hua Qing was standing in the entryway, quietly untying the sash of her cloak.

Bai Ma's eyes widened, and she blurted out, "What the heck? Why did Sister-in-law switch back again?"

Ding Heng said irritably, "What are you saying? You've only ever had this one sister-in-law, where did this 'again' come from?"

Bai Ma snorted and rolled her eyes.

She quickly composed herself, skipped over to Hua Qing, and greeted her with a sweet and adorable smile: "Hello, sister-in-law! We meet again!"

Hua Qing felt a little embarrassed when Bai Ma called her "Sister-in-law," and her ears turned slightly red: "Bai Ma, it's been a long time."

"Sister-in-law, you look so beautiful today!"

Baima's words were as sweet as honey: "I'd also like to try Hanfu. Sister-in-law, could you recommend some for me another day?"

Hua Qing replied dryly, "Okay, I'll go with you to my house to order one another day."

Secretary Huang glanced at the time and cleared his throat: "Bai Ma, go change your clothes and get ready to go to the airport."

"Know it……"

Baima, drawing out her long melody, took her short legs and ran upstairs.

About ten minutes later, footsteps were heard again on the stairs.

She was wrapped in fluffy, soft gray and white polka-dot fur, like the fur of a small animal covered in snow mist, exuding a lazy yet sweet warmth.

The short jacket has just the right amount of fluffy fur, with tiny gray and black spots spreading out on the pure white velvet base, perfectly cinching the waistline and making the skirt look even lighter.

The matching patterned fur leg warmers covered her slender calves, echoing the coat, and were paired with shiny black leather shoes.

It's sweet to the perfect degree, yet it also exudes a touch of innocent charm.

Ding Heng glanced at Bai Ma's bare thighs, hesitating whether, as her "elder brother," he should say a few words.

Secretary Huang spoke first: "It's cold at the airport, you'll get cold when you get off the car."

Bai Ma pouted and ran upstairs again.

When she came down, she was wearing a thick pair of white leggings that covered her calves completely.

"Let's go! Let's go!"

Baima walked out the door first, glancing at Secretary Huang and giving him a "Is this okay now?" look.

A black van appeared in the garage. Since a suitable driver had not yet been hired, Secretary Huang was preparing to drive herself, but Ding Heng stopped her first.

He pointed to the high heels on Secretary Huang's feet: "Let me open it. It's inconvenient for you to change your shoes."

Secretary Huang rarely showed a hint of embarrassment: "Mr. Ding, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"It's no trouble at all."

Ding Heng got into the driver's seat and adjusted the seat and rearview mirror.

Secretary Huang got into the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt.

In the back row, Baima and Huaqing sat side by side. Baima chattered on and on, while Huaqing occasionally chimed in. The atmosphere was quite harmonious.

The airport arrival hall was quite crowded.

Ding Heng spotted Ding Wenjie and Qu Zhen from afar.

Qu Zhen took Ding Wenjie's arm and whispered to him. Ding Wenjie tilted his head slightly, a gentle smile on his face.

Ding Heng walked over: "Dad, Aunt Qu Zhen."

Ding Wenjie stepped forward and patted his son on the shoulder: "You're here?"

"Ah."

Ding Heng nodded, his gaze lingering on his father's face for a moment.

After not seeing him for several months, Ding Wenjie looked much better than last time, and he had also gained a little weight.