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

"A little."

"A little?"

Zhao Yanxi teased her best friend, "Your face looks pale."

Wenjing said, feeling wronged, "Uncle's eyes are too scary..."

Zhao Yanxi stopped teasing her and turned back to rummage through the wardrobe, muttering, "Bring this one... bring this one too... and this one..."

Wenjing, sitting on the edge of the bed, suddenly spoke up as well.

"Yan hope".

"Ok?"

"What do you think we should do next?"

Zhao Yanxi's hands didn't stop moving: "What, what should we do?"

"that is……"

Wenjing carefully chose her words: "What if our uncle and aunt find out about this?"

Zhao Yanxi chuckled lightly, as if she didn't care at all.

"Why are you thinking so much? Didn't Ding Heng say he can handle it?"

"You really trust him that much?"

"Of course I believe you, it's my own man, why wouldn't I?"

"why?"

"Um……"

Zhao Yanxi pondered for a long time, then shrugged.

"I can't really explain it...it's probably just a gut feeling."

"intuition?"

"correct."

Zhao Yanxi took out a piece of clothing, folded it, and put it in the box, raising an eyebrow smugly: "I've always had good luck since I was a child, and my intuition is pretty accurate, so you can rest assured..."

Wenjing didn't say anything more. Zhao Yanxi had already filled most of the suitcase, and then started rummaging through the wardrobe.

Suddenly, Wenjing noticed two slightly different pieces of clothing mixed in with the suitcase.

Their high school summer uniforms were blue and white, made of a light and thin material.

Wenjing picked it up and looked at it: "Why are you still wearing your high school uniform?"

Zhao Yanxi glanced at it and said in a flippant tone, "Men like it, that's all."

Wenjing asked incredulously, "Ding Heng would like this?"

"of course."

Zhao Yanxi took back the school uniform, folded it, and put it back into her suitcase: "If you don't believe me, try wearing your own and see how he'll treat you."

Wenjing blushed again and didn't reply.

In high school, to conceal her figure, she deliberately bought her school uniform two sizes too big, so that it could cover most of her body.

It's ugly, unfashionable, and incredibly boring.

But now that I think about it...

If I were to wear it for Ding Heng to see, it wouldn't be a bad idea.

She looked down at herself, then at the school uniform in Zhao Yanxi's suitcase, and began to hesitate.

However, the school uniform is still at home.

If you want to wear it, you'll have to go back and get it.

But she wasn't ready to go back yet.

That home was no longer a place she could feel safe entering.

Zhao Yanxi noticed Wenjing's concerns and didn't bring it up again, changing the subject: "Alright, alright, help me pack up first."

Wenjing hummed in agreement and squatted down to help Zhao Yanxi fold her clothes, but her mind was still preoccupied with the school uniform.

Should I go back or not...?

Half an hour later, the two dragged their suitcases and prepared to leave.

Zhou Rongmei saw him to the door and then added, "When you get to Xingcheng, don't just play around; you should study. Also, don't associate with shady people..."

"Okay, okay!"

Zhao Yanxi waved without turning her head.

Zhou Rongmei pulled Wenjing aside again and handed her a red envelope: "Wenjing, this is your New Year's money, don't be shy! Please keep an eye on Yanxi for me, and let your uncle and aunt know if anything happens."

Wenjing accepted the red envelope, feeling even more guilty, and answered irrelevantly, "Don't worry, Auntie, I will take good care of Yanxi."

Zhou Rongmei then let go and watched the two of them go downstairs.

Fearing her mother might change her mind again, Zhao Yanxi ran out of the residential compound, exclaiming, "Finally out!"

Wenjing followed behind, panting, "Why are you running so fast?"

"I'm afraid my mom will change her mind."

Zhao Yanxi chuckled and pulled Wenjing along, saying, "Come on, come on, Brother Ding Heng must be getting impatient."

The black Mercedes remained parked in its original spot, as if it had been waiting motionless for more than two hours.

Zhao Yanxi opened the back door and was about to get in when she suddenly noticed several bags on the back seat.

"what is this?"

She curiously peeked out to look.

The plastic bag contained several boxes of eggs, a bundle of cured meat, and a bag of clothes.

Ding Heng turned around and said casually, "The eggs and cured meat belong to Wenjing's maternal grandmother's family. Her mother insisted that I take them."

Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing were both taken aback.

Wenjing asked softly, "Did you just go back to my house?"

Ding Heng smiled and said, "It's not far, I'll just go along the way. What's wrong, are you unhappy?"

"No, no! I just... didn't expect..."

Wenjing quickly shook her head, her voice a little anxious, and her eyes a little hot.

She never expected that Ding Heng would make a special trip to her home today when she returned to Zhuzhou.

He knew she hadn't gotten over that hurdle in her heart, knew she was afraid to go home, and knew she felt sad every time she thought about her family.

So he went in her place.

They even deliberately drove a Mercedes-Benz to make a grand entrance.

What do Ding Heng talk about with his parents?

Will Mom make any unreasonable demands of Ding Heng...?

Wenjing's thoughts were in turmoil, her nose tingled, and tears almost fell.

"what?"

Before Wenjing could burst into tears, Zhao Yanxi suddenly interrupted her emotional buildup.

She opened the bag of clothes, pulled out a blue and white short-sleeved shirt, and unfolded it: "Isn't this your school uniform, Wenjing?"

Wenjing held back her tears that hadn't yet fallen and leaned closer to look.

It really is.

"Why did you take my school uniform out...?"

Wenjing asked the question knowingly, revealing a hint of shyness.

“I asked Wenshu to help you pack; the bags are full of your high school clothes.”

Ding Heng glanced at the two girls through the rearview mirror and grinned.

"Yan hope, you..."

"I've brought it! I've brought it! Jingjing and I will change into it together tonight!"

Zhao Yanxi quickly answered, putting one arm around Wenjing, her smile ambiguous and flirtatious.

"Would you rather be Teacher Ding or Director Ding?"

Chapter 157: The Springtime Scenery of the New School Year

The fourteenth day of the first lunar month, early morning.

On the messy bed in the hotel, Ding Heng was the first to open his eyes, and what he saw was a complete mess.

There was a half-cold glass of water on the bedside table, next to several strips of opened pills and an orange-flavored lip balm.

Ding Heng moved slightly, trying to pull his arm out of Zhao Yanxi's grasp, but Wen Jing woke up first.

"Ding Heng..."

She let out a soft moan, nuzzling her face against his shoulder, then slowly opened her eyes, focusing her gaze for a few seconds before realizing where she was pressed against.

"morning……"

The little white rabbit's voice was soft and hoarse.

Ding Heng looked down at her and said, "Good morning."

Wenjing blinked, not fully awake yet.

"Hmm... I'll sleep a little longer."

A muffled murmur came from the side.