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

Ding Heng gasped and abruptly rolled over.

Caught off guard, Zhao Yanxi fell forward with a short gasp.

The next second, a large hand steadily supported her waist and pulled her into its embrace.

"Brother Ding Heng! You scared me to death!"

Zhao Yanxi lay on his chest and gently punched his shoulder.

Her long hair fell loosely, tickling Ding Heng's chin.

"Just kidding. You're all my darlings, how could I possibly bother you..."

Ding Heng patted Zhao Yanxi's back gently, soothingly asking, "Do you want me to find you something to do?"

"What is it?"

"Go and keep an eye on Baima for me."

Why are you staring at her?

“This girl has been running around outside every day lately, and I’m a little worried about her.”

"This……"

Zhao Yanxi tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Isn't that unnecessary? Baima is already an adult, how could she be kidnapped?"

"Just consider it a favor to me."

Ding Heng lightly pinched Zhao Yanxi's waist: "Wenjing can cook two meals at home, anyway, you're just sitting around doing nothing."

"Humph!"

Zhao Yanxi said unhappily, "You think he's useless, right?"

"How could it be useless?"

Ding Heng leaned close to her ear and said, "Don't I use it every night?"

Zhao Yanxi blushed slightly, pushed Ding Heng away, and jumped off the bed.

"I'll go to the kitchen and help Xiaojing!"

She ran towards the door, but turned back halfway and made a face at Ding Heng: "I, Zhao Yanxi, can be a woman who is elegant in the living room and good at cooking!"

The door slammed shut.

A few seconds later, a quiet exclamation came from downstairs—

"Yan hope! What are you doing with that knife?! Put it down, put it down!"

"I'll chop the vegetables for you."

"No need, no need, Grandma, you can rest..."

"No way, I'm going to show you something today!"

"Oh dear, Yan hope, are you alright?"

Then came a clattering of pots and pans, mixed with Wenjing's nervous "Be careful, be careful!" "That's not how you hold a knife!" "Never mind, I'll do it."

Ding Heng shook his head with a wry smile and closed his eyes for a short rest.

Chapter 218: Baima Prepares to Pick Up the Car (Requesting Double Monthly Tickets!)

The next few days passed peacefully yet absurdly.

Following Ding Heng's instructions, Zhao Yanxi secretly began to "monitor" Baima.

Lin Man would occasionally make a trip to Hong Kong to arrange Ding Heng's daily affairs.

Hua Qing partitioned off a small dance practice area from the largest bedroom on the first floor, where she practices for an hour every morning without fail.

Wenjing is still the busiest person in the family. Although the house cleaning is handled by a housekeeper sent by the property management, she is still responsible for three meals a day. In addition, she occasionally has to attend Wenshu's parent-teacher meetings.

The girls are getting along more and more naturally in their new home, and a tacit understanding is slowly taking shape.

They even got along better and better, and the two of them could share the same carrot in tacit understanding, knowing when to advance and when to retreat.

Summer vacation is counting down.

Bai Ma's work account balance reached 2009 yuan, exceeding the 2000 yuan cutoff line set by Ding Heng.

There are still ten days left until the end of summer vacation.

With a little more effort, reaching 3000 shouldn't be a problem.

So, Baima has been in a great mood these past few days.

That day, she came to the urban village as usual, climbed to the sixth floor as if she knew the way well, and knocked on Huang Yue's wall-mounted door.

"Sister Huang Yue! Are you awake yet?!"

The door opened, and Baima's eyes widened.

For the first time ever, Huang Yue made sure she was clean and tidy today.

My hair was washed, and although it was still a bit frizzy, at least it wasn't as greasy and sticking out as usual.

She wasn't wearing makeup, but her face was very clean, revealing her reasonably presentable features.

The dress was paired with white canvas shoes; from head to toe, it was all new clothes that Bai Ma had never seen her wear before.

“Pema…”

Huang Yue stepped aside to let her in, appearing somewhat nervous.

Baima looked her up and down several times: "Sister Huang Yue, where are you going today?"

"Seeing my ex-boyfriend."

Huang Yue bent down and picked up the small bag on the bed: "He has now turned over a new leaf and is doing a proper job. He said he wants to get back together with me."

"real or fake?"

Why would I lie to you?

Huang Yue picked up her phone screen again to look at herself, applied some lip balm, and pursed her lips.

"I've thought about it and I still plan to meet him."

"I thought you had forgotten about him."

Baima nudged her with her elbow and teased, "Sister Huang Yue, are you nervous?"

"A little."

Huang Yue was unusually not being stubborn.

Since being betrayed by her ex-boyfriend, she has come to terms with reality.

But this time, her ex-boyfriend contacted her through her family to get back together.

Her parents said they had already inquired and found that the man was a well-regarded honest person in the village, and he was really good at managing a household!

"Do you think he'll look down on me if his circumstances improve..."

"Let's go take a look first."

Pema then asked, "What time do we meet?"

"Noon."

"It's still early!"

Baima glanced at her phone; it was just past nine o'clock.

"Come with me."

She pulled Huang Yue and walked out.

"Where to go?"

"Don't ask, just come with me."

Leaving the urban village, Baima hailed a taxi and gave an address.

After driving for nearly twenty minutes, the car stopped in front of a building with a glass curtain wall.

Huang Yue looked at the entrance and stood there dumbfounded.

The luxuriously decorated hair salon has a striking English signboard at the entrance, and through the glass, you can see the spotless marble floor and crystal chandelier.

Huang Yue's voice changed: "Bai Ma... what are you doing here?"

Baima pulled her inside: "Let me give you a makeover."

"Where are we going to get the money?!"

Huang Yue stood rooted to the spot, refusing to move forward: "This place must be really expensive, right? I... I'm just going on a blind date, there's no need to come to a place like this..."

"It's alright, it's alright."

Bai Ma had a sudden inspiration: "My brother's girlfriend is a member of this store, and she has tens of thousands of yuan on her card. She won't notice if I use a little bit."

Huang Yue asked skeptically, "Your brother's girlfriend?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Does she usually come to places like this?"

"correct."

"I see……"

Huang Yue suddenly realized: "No wonder your brother looks so clean and spends so much money. He's serving a rich woman, isn't he?"

Baima chuckled, offering no rebuttal, and pulled Huang Yue inside.

The greeter recognized Baima at a glance and came up with a smile: "Do you two have an appointment?"

"Find Tony for me."

"Okay, this way please..."

Huang Yue was led inside by the greeter, her steps unsteady.