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

"It's great, a big villa is definitely more comfortable than home."

"Be serious!"

"hey-hey."

As the two sisters were talking, Ding Heng took the opportunity to step forward, pick up a slice of toast, and stuff it into his mouth.

"Xiao Shu, have you lost weight recently?"

"Really? I think I've gained two pounds..."

"Alright, get ready. Your sister and I will take you two out for a stroll today."

Baima chimed in from the side.

"Brother, can I go too?"

"Wen Shu has finally come back, aren't you going to spend some time with her?"

"I still have to work today."

"I'm hiring you today."

Ding Heng proposed, "How about I carry your bags and run errands for you? Two hundred a day, are you in?"

Baima bargained: "Two hundred and fifty?"

Ding Heng couldn't help but chuckle: "Are you robbing me? Two hundred and one."

Two hundred and thirty.

"Two hundred and twenty!"

"make a deal."

Bai Ma immediately made the decision. In her opinion, this money was practically free. Could Ding Heng really make things difficult for her?

Ding Heng warned, "Let me make this clear: you're under my control today. You can carry whatever I tell you to carry, and you can't go west if I tell you to go east, or don't blame me for being a ruthless scoundrel."

"Okay, okay, okay..."

Baima jumped off the chair, grabbed Wenshu, and they went upstairs to change clothes, laughing and joking.

Half an hour later, the four of them got into the quiet Volkswagen, and the car slowly drove out of the villa area.

Wenjing gripped the steering wheel firmly and drove steadily.

Ding Heng sat in the passenger seat, his arm resting on the window, occasionally glancing at the two little girls in the back seat.

"Wenshu, your sister said you got into the top 100 in the mock exam before summer vacation?"

"Yes, ninety-seventh."

Wen Shu answered honestly.

Ding Heng praised, "Not bad, you've improved quite quickly. Keep up the good work, and you might even surpass your sister."

Wen Shu smiled sheepishly: "My math teacher said my foundation is still not solid, and I need to do more practice problems."

"Listen, listen."

Ding Heng turned to look at Bai Ma and teased, "Other people's younger sisters aren't like some who shamelessly insisted on going to junior college..."

Baima immediately exploded: "Brother, what do you mean! I got into junior college based on my own ability! What's wrong with junior college? Junior college is also a legitimate form of higher education!"

"Yes, yes, proper higher education."

"Bad brother..."

Baima leaned over from the back seat and reached out to reach Ding Heng.

Ding Heng turned his head away: "I'm warning you, I'm your boss today. Show some respect, or I'll dock your pay!"

Baima then gave up sheepishly and made a face at him.

"Okay, boss..."

The last two words were drawn out and cloying, the tone of which was very much like Lin Man's.

The temperature on the first floor of the mall is comfortable.

Wenjing and Wenshu walked at the front, the two sisters chatting and laughing.

Baima followed behind, her two short legs moving incredibly fast, and it took her a long time to catch up with Ding Heng's pace.

"Brother, where should we go first?"

"What's the rush?"

Ding Heng looked around and pointed to the door, ordering, "Go buy a few drinks first."

Baima turned her head and saw a long queue outside a popular milk tea shop, with at least thirty people standing there.

"I go?"

"Or should I go?"

Ding Heng said matter-of-factly, "You're my hired handbag carrier now, isn't running errands your job?"

Bai Ma pouted, feeling extremely annoyed.

But considering the daily wage of 220, she still obediently nodded.

"Alright, what would you like to drink?"

"Iced Americano".

Ding Heng then turned to Wenjing and Wenshu: "What would you two like to drink?"

Wenjing shook her head: "I'm not thirsty."

"Sis, I want to drink..."

Wen Shu was interrupted by a glare from Wen Jing before she could finish her sentence.

But Ding Heng still ordered, "Two cups of milk tea and one cup of coffee."

"Give me the money."

Bai Ma took out her phone, opened the QR code for receiving payments, and held it out to Ding Heng.

"You can pay for it first, and I'll reimburse you later."

"Brother!"

"What? You won't even pay for two cups of milk tea? Your sincerity in working here isn't very good."

Baima gritted her teeth, turned around, and walked out of the mall.

The moment you push open the glass door, a wave of heat hits you.

Baima quickly arrived at the milk tea shop, scanned the QR code to order, and was told that there were still more than 100 cups left ahead of her!

Besides the customers queuing up, there were also many takeout orders.

Baima scrolled through her phone listlessly, occasionally tiptoeing to check the progress, panting heavily from the heat.

Finally! It's her turn...

"One iced Americano, two milk teas, and the milk tea should have less ice and three-tenths sugar, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

There were seventy-six yuan in total, Baima silently noted in her mind.

Picking up the takeout bag and walking back, she deliberately quickened her pace, afraid that the ice in the milk tea would melt too quickly.

As she pushed open the mall doors, the air conditioning enveloped her once again.

She took a deep breath and began searching for Ding Heng and the others in the mall.

There's none on the first floor, and none on the second floor either.

Confused by the heat, Baima finally remembered to make a phone call and learned that the three of them had already gone to the fourth floor.

Upon arriving on the fourth floor, Wenjing was holding up a light gray casual shirt and holding it up to Wenshu's body. Wenshu stood obediently, letting her sister do as she pleased.

Ding Heng sat leisurely in a chair to the side.

Baima jogged over, panting as she raised the bag in her hand.

"I bought it, I bought it..."

Ding Heng took the bag.

"So long?"

Do you even know how many people are in line?!

Baima raised her voice: "I've been out in the sun for over forty minutes!"

Ding Heng took out an iced Americano from the bag, inserted a straw, took a sip, and frowned, saying, "Most of the ice has melted."

Baima pouted, looking aggrieved: "There are so many people..."

"Is this a problem the boss needs to consider?"

Ding Heng interrupted, his tone cold.

Baima stood sullenly to the side, watching Wenjing and Wenshu enjoy their cold milk tea, her own mouth dry but nothing to eat.

Wenjing, being thoughtful, immediately handed over the milk tea in her hand: "Bai Ma, you drink it. I'm on a diet recently and don't want to drink too much."

Bai Ma's eyes lit up, and she reached out to take it.

"Thank you, sister-in-law! You're the best, sister-in-law!"

"It's okay, I can have a couple of drinks."

Ding Heng reached out from the side and snatched the milk tea away.

Baima's hands froze in mid-air, her expression frozen.

Ding Heng took a big gulp, his expression satisfied: "Mmm, three-tenths sugar is just right."

Bai Ma withdrew her hand and looked at Ding Heng with a deep gaze.

Bad brother.