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

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

The elevator doors opened, and the two stepped out and rang the doorbell.

Zhou Rongmei opened the door.

"You're here? Come in quickly, the food is just ready."

She stepped aside to let the two of them in, muttering to herself as she walked toward the kitchen.

"Old Zhao, Xiao Ding is here. Come out for dinner."

Zhao Xingguo came out of the study.

"Little Ding is here?"

"Hello, uncle."

Ding Heng walked over, and Zhao Xingguo patted him on the shoulder with a light touch.

"You're here, why bother buying anything?"

"Of course."

Ding Heng placed the fruit he was carrying on the coffee table and followed Zhao Xingguo to the dining room.

The four people sat down around the table. Zhao Xingguo took out a bottle of baijiu from the cabinet, unscrewed the cap, and poured a small glass for Ding Heng.

"Would you like some? I'm busy with work, so I can only keep you company with tea..."

"Uncle, please feel free."

Ding Heng picked up his wine glass and lightly touched the glass that Zhao Xingguo handed him.

Zhou Rongmei was serving food to her daughter, muttering, "Eat more, look how thin you are."

"Mom, where have I lost weight? I just weighed myself last week, I weighed 108 pounds, I've gained two pounds."

"Being a little chubby is good; it brings good fortune, and you won't suffer as much when giving birth."

"Mom, what kind of old-fashioned thinking is that..."

The mother and daughter bickered, while Zhao Xingguo and Ding Heng drank and chatted about random things.

The meal was neither particularly good nor bad, and proceeded without much fanfare.

After the meal, Ding Heng played two more games of chess with Zhao Xingguo, losing one and winning the other.

Zhao Xingguo put down the chess piece and rubbed his temples.

"Xiao Ding, you play chess quite interestingly."

"My uncle was being lenient with me."

"I didn't allow it."

Zhao Xingguo picked up his teacup: "You deliberately lost the first game. Don't think I couldn't tell."

Ding Heng smiled and offered no explanation.

Zhao Xingguo then asked, "You've always been quite accommodating to Yan hope, haven't you?"

"No, it's Yan Xi who goes along with me more."

"No matter what, you have to be careful and not let her have her way in everything."

"Eh... Uncle, I understand."

Ding Heng continued to play the role of a good future son-in-law, but suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

Zhao Xingguo didn't say anything more, put down his teacup and stood up.

"It's getting late, you and Yan hope should go home early. You've been drinking, so tell her to drive carefully."

"Okay, goodbye, Uncle and Aunt."

Ding Heng got up to say goodbye, and Zhou Rongmei saw them to the door.

"Drive carefully."

"Ah."

Ding Heng stepped out of the building, and the night wind rushed towards him.

Baima in the back seat was already asleep, breathing evenly, with a trace of drool at the corner of her mouth.

Wenjing sat in the driver's seat, started the car, and drove out of the residential area.

The car turned a corner and arrived at Wenjing's house. Wenshu was already waiting by the roadside.

Wenjing got out of the car and took Wenshu's schoolbag.

"How long have you been waiting?"

Not long after.

Wen Shu bent down and crawled into the back seat, gently shoving Bai Ma.

Bai Ma opened her eyes groggily, mumbled "Xiao Shu, you're here," then closed her eyes again and tilted her head to the other side.

The car entered the highway, and the cabin was very quiet.

Zhao Yanxi was playing on her phone, Baima continued sleeping, Wenjing focused on driving, and Ding Heng leaned back in his seat with his eyes closed to rest.

Only Wen Shu's gaze remained fixed on the window, her mind still preoccupied with those chaotic thoughts.

"Xiao Shu".

Wen Shu was taken aback and turned to look at Bai Ma beside her.

Baima had woken up at some point and was looking at her with her head turned to the side.

"Ok?"

"Why haven't you said a word all night?"

"It's nothing, my sister's engagement has made me a little tired."

Wen Shu forced a smile.

"is it?"

Baima was skeptical.

It was almost ten o'clock when we got back to the villa.

Wenjing went upstairs to whisper with Wenshu, while Ding Heng stayed in the living room to drink the soup that Sister Jiang had left for him.

After Zhao Yanxi finished showering, she walked over to Ding Heng and sat down next to him, leaning against him.

"worn out……"

Go to sleep.

"Ah."

Zhao Yanxi responded, but did not move.

A few minutes later, she straightened up and rubbed her eyes.

"Then I'll go to sleep first."

"Ah."

"You're not... sleeping with us tonight?"

"You guys go to sleep first, I'll wait a bit."

"Oh……"

Zhao Yanxi didn't ask any more questions and turned to go upstairs.

Ding Heng finished the soup in his bowl, replied to Hua Qing and Lin Man's messages one after another, and then went upstairs to the master bedroom.

The bedside lamp was still on, casting a dim, yellowish light.

Wenjing and Zhao Yanxi had already lain down, the blankets pulled up to their chins, revealing their two delicate and fair faces.

Ding Heng turned off the light, lifted the covers, and lay down.

In the darkness, Zhao Yanxi turned over and put her arm around his waist.

Wenjing leaned against him, her forehead resting on his shoulder.

late at night.

Ding Heng was just drifting off to sleep when his phone under his pillow suddenly vibrated.

He opened his eyes, reached for his phone, and glanced at the screen.

【白马非马】：Bro, are you asleep?

Ding Heng: No.

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: Then come to my room. [Little Horse looking forward to it.jpg]

Ding Heng: What?

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: I had another nightmare~ [Poor little horse.jpg]

Ding Heng glanced at the two girls beside him.

Wenjing was sleeping soundly, her breathing even.

Zhao Yanxi had somehow rolled to the other side of the bed and curled up in a ball.

Ding Heng gently lifted the quilt, tiptoed out of bed, and left the bedroom, walking down the corridor to Bai Ma's room.

The door was ajar, leaving a crack for him.

Ding Heng raised his hand and gently pushed the door open silently.

Bai Ma sat cross-legged on the bed, still wearing her cartoon pajamas. Her face was clean and her big eyes were bright and alert.

Ding Heng glanced at her and said, "You don't look like you're having a nightmare at all."

Bai Ma pouted and patted the spot next to her.

"Please sit down."