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

[Ding Heng]: The seventh set.

[Lin Hu Leads the Way]: Yes, sir!

[Lin Hu Leads the Way]: [Cute Fox.jpg]

After saying goodbye to Lin Man, Ding Heng went to the villa.

After parking the car in the garage, Ding Heng went upstairs and opened the door.

Sister Jiang greeted him at the door early in the morning: "Mr. Ding, you're back."

Ding Heng changed into slippers and asked, "Where's Baima?"

"Swimming."

"it is good……"

Ding Heng went to the backyard, pushed open the glass door, and was hit by a wave of heat.

The villa's swimming pool is not large, but it is private, surrounded by greenery on three sides, with only one side facing the garden.

Baima was splashing around in the pool.

She wore a pink and white one-piece swimsuit, her hair was tied in a bun, and her face looked even whiter.

She doesn't swim very fast, but her movements are much more standard than a month ago, and her hand and foot coordination is quite good.

Ding Heng sat down on a deck chair by the pool and crossed his legs.

Baima swam to the edge of the pool, held onto the edge, looked up at him, and was slightly out of breath.

"Brother! When did you arrive?"

"Just arrived."

As Baima climbed out of the water, Ding Heng took the opportunity to give her a thorough once-over.

Pema has changed quite a bit in just over twenty days.

I used to have no proper posture when sitting or standing; I would just slump down wherever I wanted as if I had no bones.

Now my back is straight, my shoulders are open, my neck is long, and I look much more neat and tidy.

Her complexion is also better than before.

I used to stay up all night, and my face would turn pale, with dark circles under my eyes. Now my skin is fair and rosy, and I have a healthy glow all over.

"So, did you get a good lesson in etiquette?"

Pema proudly puffed out her chest: "The teachers all praised me for making rapid progress!"

Ding Heng joked, "Floating again?"

"No, I didn't."

Bai Ma pouted, sat cross-legged, put her hands behind her back, and looked up at the sky.

"Brother, I have something to tell you."

"explain."

"I'm only missing the third stage of my driver's license test."

"So fast?"

"Of course!"

Baima said smugly, "I'm a natural-born driver. You can get in my car and experience it someday. I guarantee you'll be in heaven."

Ding Heng didn't respond.

Bai Ma leaned closer again and gently shook Ding Heng's sleeve.

"Brother~"

"what?"

Will you provide me with a car?

The little girl tilted her head back, like a little pet begging for food.

"Your mom won't let you get one?"

"When an older brother buys a car for his younger sister, it has a different meaning!"

"is it?"

Ding Heng chuckled and bluntly said, "I bet it's because your mother won't allow you to go to university, drive luxury cars, and show off in public that you're trying to take advantage of me?"

"Brother~"

After being exposed, Baima simply stuck to it.

"It's only natural for an older brother to provide a car for his younger sister! And I don't need anything too fancy, just a few hundred thousand yuan, something low-key, nothing too flashy."

Ding Heng reached out and flicked Bai Ma's forehead lightly.

"Several hundred thousand and you call that low-key? Your mother is right, it's just college, why drive a luxury car?"

"Well……"

Baima was quite aggrieved: "How could my sister-in-law and the others drive it!"

“You are different from them.”

"What's the difference?"

"Hmm...it's different anyway."

Ding Heng couldn't answer for a moment, so he changed the subject.

"We'll talk about it when you get back from your trip and when school starts."

"Brother, you've agreed?"

I said we'd talk about it when I got back from my trip.

"That means you agree!"

Baima cheered, wrapped her arms around Ding Heng's neck, and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.

Ding Heng was a little breathless from being choked by her, so he reached out and patted her back.

"Alright, alright, let go."

Baima smiled and let go of his hand, then sat back down, swinging his short legs even more happily, his pink toes twitching back and forth.

"It's so good to have a brother!"

As we left the villa, it was getting dark.

Ding Heng drove to the Chujiang Hotel.

The elevator stopped on the 27th floor, and Ding Heng swiped his card and pushed the door open.

The living room was lit with warm yellow lights. Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing were nestled on the sofa, each holding a cup of milk tea, watching a variety show.

Hearing the door open, the two turned around at the same time.

Zhao Yanxi was the first to react and rushed over in three steps.

"Brother Ding Heng!"

The girl's voice was crisp and clear: "Did you miss me?"

"good."

Ding Heng spoke in a flat tone.

Zhao Yanxi pouted and crossed her arms: "What do you mean 'okay'? People think about you every day, and you call that 'okay'?"

Unlike Zhao Yanxi, Wenjing was not excited. She obediently came to Ding Heng and looked up at him.

"came back?"

"Ah."

Ding Heng gently pinched Wenjing's cheek; the feel was as familiar as ever.

"eccentric."

Zhao Yanxi gave a sour hum.

Ding Heng released Wen Jing, turned to face Zhao Yanxi, and reached out to rub her cheek.

"Satisfied?"

"Humph~"

Zhao Yanxi gently rubbed against Ding Heng's palm, a look of satisfaction on her face.

The three of them returned to the sofa and sat down.

Zhao Yanxi picked up her milk tea again and took a sip.

"Ding Heng, what have you been up to these past few days? You've been so secretive, and you haven't been replying to my messages much."

"work."

"What do you need me for?"

Why are you asking so many questions?

Zhao Yanxi didn't press further, but her gaze lingered on Ding Heng's face, as if trying to determine whether the man was lying.

Wenjing sat quietly to the side, continuing to drink her milk tea and watch variety shows.

Ding Heng reached out and pulled the two of them into his arms, one on each side.

"The business is done, and I'll take you on a nice trip from now on."

"That's more like it."

Zhao Yanxi leaned against Ding Heng's shoulder, her tone softening: "Brother Ding Heng, there's something else."

"explain."

Zhao Yanxi put down her milk tea, sat up straight, and looked serious.