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

"Your English is quite good. When did you start learning it?"

Ding Heng came to the table and poured the white wine he had just brought back into a glass: "I learned it at school, what else could I have learned?"

"Come on, can a school really produce such good spoken English? Did you secretly hire a private tutor?"

"Why would I hire a personal trainer?"

Ding Heng replied perfunctorily, "I usually watch American TV series and listen to English songs in my spare time, and I've gradually accumulated knowledge through these experiences."

"It's that simple?"

"Otherwise what? Language isn't like building a rocket, how difficult can it be?"

Bai Ma looked at him with her chin resting on her hand, her eyes showing a more serious expression.

"Brother, you seem to know a little bit about everything."

"Is there?"

"Yes, I do. I can take photos, play games, trade stocks, speak English, charm women, and..."

"Alright, alright."

Ding Heng interrupted her, both amused and exasperated: "Don't flatter me, you're making me feel embarrassed."

"I'm serious."

From Baima's perspective, Ding Heng appears to be far too omnipotent.

Sometimes I feel that he enjoys the blessing of having multiple wives, not because he is the one who profits, but because his wives are the ones who profit.

Such an all-around perfect boyfriend should be shared...

Baima chuckled and leaned closer: "Brother, were you the kind of person who loved studying a lot when you were little?"

"On the contrary."

Ding Heng recounted his childhood: "I was very naughty when I was a child. My mother would chase me around to do my homework every day, like we were fighting a war."

"Then what happened to you later..."

"later?"

Ding Heng's gaze fell on the distance outside the window: "Later, my mother got sick, and I felt that I couldn't let her worry anymore, so I started to study hard."

Baima didn't respond.

She recalled that Quzhen was the same way when she was a child.

While in the snowy area, she was forced to learn Chinese every day, while other children could roam freely in the mountains and fields, which made her envious.

Later, Quzhen was busy with her business outside and rarely came home. The first thing she did was check her homework.

She was extremely annoyed at that time, feeling that her mother didn't understand her.

Looking back now, I can understand my mother's good intentions.

It's not easy to get down from the plateau...

"Brother."

"Ok?"

"Your mom must be very proud of you."

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

Baima realized she had said something she shouldn't have and quickly changed the subject.

"Um...where should we go shopping later?"

"Lin Man has arranged a tour guide."

"Tour guide? What tour guide?"

"She said she was her friend, of mixed Chinese and Swiss descent, who worked in Zurich."

Baima blinked: "Male or female?"

"female."

"Oh……"

Baima drew out his words, his tone full of meaning.

"What are you trying to say now?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing."

Baima chuckled: "I just think you're surrounded by beautiful women, you seem to meet new girls wherever you go."

Ding Heng reached out and lightly flicked her forehead.

"Ouch!"

Pema covered her forehead, about to protest, when she heard footsteps behind her.

"Boss, up so early?"

Lin Man walked over slowly, wearing a beige linen shirt and light blue wide-leg pants, her long hair loose, looking lazy and casual.

She sat down in front of Ding Heng and casually picked up the white wine on the table and swirled it gently.

"Hey, so early in the morning, you've gotten drunk?"

Lin Man glanced at Bai Ma's still flushed face and laughed, "Is it any good, little sister?"

"Who's failing!"

Baima straightened her back and raised her voice: "I'm just a little dizzy, I'm not fully awake, I'm not drunk!"

"Okay, okay, you're not drunk."

Lin Man gave a perfunctory response.

As soon as he finished speaking, the other girls walked in one after another.

Zhao Yanxi wore a cream-colored short-sleeved shirt paired with a blue pleated skirt, making her look refreshing and energetic.

She wore a light pink tracksuit, her hair was tied in a low ponytail, and she had no makeup on; she looked sweet and adorable.

Hua Qing appeared last, wearing a moon-white modified Hanfu dress, her long hair half-up, still exuding a cool and aloof air.

Five girls gathered together, one in white, one in pink, and one in blue, each beautiful in their own way.

Zhao Yanxi plopped down next to Ding Heng and took a sip of the white wine in front of him.

"Brother Ding Heng, what are the plans for today?"

"Let's talk about it when the tour guide arrives."

"Tour guide?"

"Lin Man's friend."

Zhao Yanxi turned to look at Lin Man, and Lin Man looked up when she heard this.

“My friend is of mixed Chinese and Swiss descent and works in finance in Zurich. He happened to be on vacation these two days, so he showed us around.”

Is it reliable?

"She's reliable. She's lived here for several years and knows the area well."

As they were talking, Lin Man's phone vibrated.

"She's arrived, I'll go pick her up."

A few minutes later, Lin Man led a woman into the room.

He was about 1.7 meters tall, with deep-set, three-dimensional features, clearly showing both Asian and European characteristics.

Let me introduce it to you.

Lin Man stepped aside, giving up half her space: "Lisa, Chinese name Fei Yi. She is of mixed Chinese and Swiss descent; her father is Chinese and her mother is Swiss."

Lisa waved to everyone with a smile: "Hello everyone, you can call me Lisa or Xiaoyi."

"Hello, Sister Lisa."

Zhao Yanxi was the first to respond, and she was very sweet-talking.

The others simply exchanged a few polite words...

Lisa's gaze swept over the girls, finally settling on Ding Heng.

"Is this the boss you mentioned, Xiaoman?"

Ding Heng stood up and extended his hand: "Hello, Ding Heng."

"Hello."

Lisa grasped Ding Heng's hand with a bright smile: "Xiaoman has mentioned you to me many times, saying that you opened an investment company in Hong Kong and that you are young and promising."

"You're too kind, it's nothing."

"modesty."

Lisa let go of his hand and followed the others to the hotel coffee shop to take a seat.

The waiter came over, and Lisa ordered a coffee in fluent German.

Zhao Yanxi asked curiously, "Sister Lisa, how many languages ​​do you speak?"

"Hmm... four or five kinds, but my dad is Chinese, so I spoke Chinese at home when I was a child. Chinese is still my mother tongue."

Lisa explained, "After graduating from university and going to Switzerland, I gradually learned English and German."

So what kind of work do you do now?

"Working as a client manager at a private bank."

Lisa shrugged: "To put it bluntly, it's just managing money for rich people, it's incredibly boring."

Zhao Yanxi blinked, not quite understanding the concept of "managing money for rich people," but it sounded impressive.

Lin Man interjected at the opportune moment: "Lisa worked at Credit Suisse for a few years before moving to a family office that specializes in serving high-net-worth clients."

"Credit Suisse?"