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

“It’s good for young people to exercise more. Please help me persuade Yan hope as well.”

"Don't worry, Uncle, Yan Xi works out regularly..."

The two men, one on each side, carried Zhou Rongsen out of the restaurant and shoved him into the back seat.

Zhou Rongsen started snoring as soon as he lay down, sleeping soundly.

Zhao Xingguo got into the driver's seat and started the car.

Ding Heng sat in the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt.

The car slowly drove out of the parking space and disappeared into the night.

Zhao Xingguo stared ahead, remaining silent for a long time.

Ding Heng remained silent, sitting quietly.

Finally, Zhao Xingguo spoke.

"Xiao Ding."

"Ah."

"You've been covering Yan hope's expenses lately, haven't you?"

"Uncle, how did you know?"

"What family's daughter goes to college without asking her parents for money?"

Zhao Xingguo chuckled lightly, his tone helpless: "Besides, Yan hope isn't the type to work hard and save money while studying. If she doesn't ask us for money, then the money can only come from somewhere else."

Ding Heng remained silent.

Zhao Xingguo continued, "She hid the things you bought for her very well; she only brought back ordinary clothes and shoes. But when her mother was cleaning her room, she found some receipts. Bags worth tens of thousands of yuan, shoes worth several thousand... If the amount had been any larger, I might have had to explain it to my workplace."

Ding Heng quickly said, "Uncle, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bought things for Yan hope..."

Why are you apologizing to me?

Zhao Xingguo spoke calmly, revealing no emotion.

"You spend money on Yan hope, and Yan hope spends your money. It's a matter of mutual consent between the young people. But I still want to ask you a question."

"Uncle, please speak."

"How much money have you actually made from stocks?"

Ding Heng thought for a moment and then gave a number.

Zhao Xingguo's hand on the steering wheel paused slightly.

"you sure?"

"determine."

"You made all of it from stock trading?"

"Yes."

"Okay, Uncle believes you!"

Zhao Xingguo didn't ask any more questions.

The car continued forward, turned at an intersection, and entered a narrower road.

"Xiao Ding, let me have a few words to say to you."

"Uncle, please speak."

"Yan hope was raised under very strict control by her mother. Especially during her high school years, her mother was her homeroom teacher, you know?"

"I know, Yan hope told me about it."

"She was unhappy during those years."

Zhao Xingguo said guiltily, "I'm busy with work and can't take care of her. Her mother is also too controlling, interfering in everything. Yan hope seems all smiles on the surface, but she's actually holding back her anger. As her father, I have absolutely no idea what she's really thinking..."

Zhao Xingguo, who came from a criminal investigation background, could always see through the suspect's psychological activities at a glance, but he understood his daughter less and less.

Ding Heng said calmly, "Uncle, don't worry. Yan Xi usually talks to me about whatever's on her mind. If anything is wrong, I'll comfort her."

"The fact that she's willing to talk to you means she trusts you. I don't know if it's too early for me to tell you this, but I can sense that Yan Xi likes you, she really likes you."

The car stopped at the red light.

Zhao Xingguo said solemnly, "No matter where you two end up in the future, I only hope that the days you spend with her will make her happy."

"Don't worry, Uncle."

Ding Heng said earnestly, "I also like Yan hope, I really do!"

The light turned green, and the car continued driving forward. Zhao Xingguo's tone relaxed.

"You've had quite a bit to drink tonight, and it's getting late, why don't you stay the night?"

"it is good."

Ding Heng nodded and did not refuse.

The car came to a stop downstairs in the residential area.

The two of them worked together to help Zhou Rongsen out of the back seat and upstairs.

Zhou Rongmei was already home. She took her younger brother and helped him into the guest room.

Zhao Yanxi peeked out of the bedroom and waved to Ding Heng.

"Brother Ding Heng!"

"Are you alright? You drank so much..."

"fine."

Ding Heng reached out and rubbed her head.

Zhao Yanxi rubbed her hands together in her palm, then took his hand.

"Come on, I'll take you to take a bath."

"Ah."

Zhao Yanxi pulled Ding Heng into the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature for him, and brought him a clean set of pajamas.

"This is what I just bought. You can wear it for now."

"Row."

Ding Heng took the pajamas and smiled at her.

Zhao Yanxi stood at the bathroom door, showing no sign of leaving.

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "What, want to shower together?"

"Forget it, it's still inconvenient at home!"

Zhao Yanxi blushed, turned around and ran out.

The bathroom door closed, and the sound of water began to run.

When Ding Heng came out after taking a shower, there was no one left in the living room.

He dried his hair as he walked to Zhao Yanxi's bedroom door and knocked.

"Come in."

Pushing open the door, I found the room to be small.

The overall style is simple and clean, filled with the faint fragrance unique to a young girl's boudoir.

Zhao Yanxi had already taken a shower and was wearing a light pink cotton nightgown, her long hair loose and her face bare.

She sat on the edge of the bed, legs together, hands on her knees, her posture reserved.

When she saw Ding Heng come in, she stood up, then sat down again, looking somewhat flustered.

"You...you sit down."

She pointed to the bed.

Ding Heng walked over and sat down next to Zhao Yanxi.

The mattress sank slightly, bringing the two closer together.

Zhao Yanxi lowered her head, her ears turning slightly red.

Logically speaking, she and Ding Heng had already done everything, so she shouldn't be so nervous.

But this is her room.

She has lived in the same room since junior high school.

Everything was hers, and she knew every corner intimately.

And now, Ding Heng is sitting on her bed.

This feeling is completely different from that of a hotel; it's like a certain identity being formally accepted.

"nervous?"

Ding Heng chuckled, reached out and pulled Zhao Yanxi into his arms.

Zhao Yanxi leaned closer and pressed her face against Ding Heng's chest.

"Brother Ding Heng."

"Ok?"

What did my dad just say to you?

"It's nothing."

Ding Heng rested his chin on her head, speaking casually.

"The father cares about his daughter, so he has a heart-to-heart talk with his son-in-law."

Did he suspect anything about you?

"What do you suspect?"