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

How can I see it?

Ding Heng said calmly, "It's your own business. As your son, why should I advise you?"

Ding Wenjie remained silent, then suddenly heard Ding Heng burst out laughing.

Ding Wenjie glared at him: "What are you laughing at?"

"nothing."

Ding Heng shook his head: "I just feel that it's a miracle that I haven't become an orphan yet."

For Ding Heng, his father was truly lucky; similar situations had occurred more than once or twice.

"you……"

Ding Wenjie was furious and instinctively wanted to discipline his son, but when he tried to raise his hand, he realized that he was a patient.

In the end, he had no choice but to give up, which made him feel somewhat guilty.

As a father, he is indeed inadequate.

Ding Heng noticed Ding Wenjie's mood and continued, "Dad, you're almost fifty. You have no one above you, and I'm your only son who doesn't need you to worry about you. You can live however you want without too much concern."

"If that day ever comes, your son will collect your body and give you a proper send-off."

Ding Wenjie was so angry he laughed.

"Can't you speak a little more favorably about your father?"

"To be honest... I know your personality. Making you stay at home and retire is worse than killing you."

Ding Wenjie didn't say anything, and Ding Heng continued to feed him the soup.

As a son, Ding Heng understands his father...

Ding Wenjie is not a man who can stay idle; in the past, marriage and family had simply restricted him for more than a decade.

Rather than letting him live a quiet retirement, it's better to let him go out and realize the meaning of life. Even if something unexpected happens, at least he won't regret it.

Ding Wenjie drank the last mouthful of soup and let out a long breath.

"I heard from your Aunt Quzhen that your investment company in Hong Kong is doing quite well?"

"It's alright."

"And then what? Once you have money, you find a bunch of girlfriends?"

Ding Heng smiled awkwardly and didn't say anything.

This kind of thing can't be hidden from the father in the end.

Anyone who inquired a little, whether it was with the maternal grandparents or Sister Jiang, could sense that something was amiss.

Ding Wenjie sighed again.

"If you don't try to persuade me, I won't try to persuade you either, but as a father, I still have to say something... No matter what, don't let that girl down."

"Dad, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

You'd better be aware of this.

Ding Wenjie waved his hand impatiently: "Let's go, let me have some peace and quiet."

Ding Heng stood up and patted his pants.

"Okay, your son will come to see you again tomorrow."

"Get out, get out, get out!"

"okay!"

Ding Heng left the hospital and returned to his car. Just as he was about to start the engine, the passenger door was opened.

Pema got in and fastened her seatbelt.

Ding Heng stepped on the gas: "What did Aunt Qu Zhen talk to you about?"

"nothing."

Baima looked out the window and said, "They asked me what school I wanted to choose."

"and then?"

"Then I said I wanted to go to that junior college, and she said okay, and I could decide for myself."

"She really agreed?"

"She said she could let me move around freely for three years, but she wouldn't give me much living expenses... After three years, she hoped I would follow her arrangements."

"Then what are you so worried about? There are still three years left. Have fun first."

"You make it sound so easy, three years will pass quickly..."

The car merged into the traffic on the main road.

"Brother."

"Ok?"

Can I still call you brother?

Chapter 206: The Sibling Clause!

Ding Heng glanced at Bai Ma and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Shout whatever you want, they are them, we are us, each to our own."

After hearing Ding Heng's answer, Baima finally perked up a little.

She continued, "What if I still want to slack off after three years? Will you help me, brother?"

Ding Heng said with difficulty, "Who can say for sure what will happen three years from now?"

He can understand Qu Zhen.

It's not difficult to raise a white horse for a lifetime.

But unless absolutely necessary, who would want their only daughter to be a good-for-nothing rich kid who just loafs around and has no purpose in life?

Therefore, Ding Heng dared not make any definitive statements.

If, after I give her my guarantee, Baima completely gives up and abandons her efforts, I would really be letting down Quzhen's hard work.

Not getting the answer she wanted, Baima pouted unhappily.

She then said, "Let's not talk about that for now. You can't go back on your promise to me."

Ding Heng was puzzled: "What did I promise you?"

"Buy a car!"

Baima sat up straight and raised her voice: "You promised you'd buy it for me once I got my driver's license!"

"You haven't gotten your driver's license yet, have you?"

"Almost there, just need to finish the third part of the driving test."

Are you sure you can pass?

"Don't worry, it'll be perfect on the first try! Let's choose the car model in the next couple of days."

"Is it really necessary to be in such a hurry?"

"I don't care, you promised anyway..."

……

The two bickered and chatted for a while, then drove the car back into the villa area and parked it in the garage.

They got out of the car, went upstairs, and both of them collapsed onto the sofa.

"Brother."

"Ok?"

"Will you be free tonight?"

Ding Heng thought for a moment.

Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing both returned to Zhuzhou, Hua Qing went back to her hometown, and Lin Man is going to Hong Kong tomorrow.

It seems I actually have some free time.

He replied, "Yes, why?"

Baima tentatively asked, "Then will you play games with me?"

Ding Heng teased, "Hey Baima, you're making me buy a car and then making me play with you. What do you take me for?"

"Of course, he's the absolute, absolute, absolute, absolute best... Brother!"

Bai Ma blinked her big eyes, her tone sickeningly sweet.

"Come on."

Ding Heng said irritably, "I'm your brother, not your ATM and gaming partner."

"I know..."

Baima ran and crawled to Ding Heng, put her hands on his shoulders, and smiled up at him.

"Isn't it natural for a brother to be good to his sister?"

Before she finished speaking, Baima leaned over again, about to kiss Ding Heng on the face once more.

Ding Heng reacted quickly, turning his head to dodge.

"Save your breath, stop using this trick all the time."

"Brother~"

Baima persisted, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and pressing her entire body against him.

The little girl was light and airy, with little weight and a soft, fluffy feel, and she had a sweet, milky aroma.

The pink and white short-sleeved shirt was made of a light and thin fabric, and her chest was pressed against Ding Heng's arm. She looked as innocent and youthful as a flower bud that had not yet fully bloomed.