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

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Ding Heng changed his shoes and walked into the living room, then collapsed onto the sofa.

Lin Man sat down next to him and reached out to massage Ding Heng's shoulders with just the right amount of pressure.

Ding Heng closed his eyes, letting Lin Man's fingers press on his shoulders and neck.

What are the plans for the next few days?

"Didn't the boss say yesterday that he was going to stay in the capital for two days?"

"To the capital..."

Ding Heng opened one eye and looked at her: "Are you going together?"

Lin Man tilted her head, a playful smile on her face: "The boss isn't happy?"

"I don't care."

Ding Heng closed his eyes again: "Mainly Hua Qing's side..."

"Don't worry, I've already asked Sister Qing."

Lin Man interrupted him, her tone light and cheerful.

"She agreed?"

"Anyway, they didn't say they disagreed."

Lin Man shrugged.

Ding Heng sighed and stopped worrying about it.

"Have Manager Huang keep a close eye on the liaison with the brokerage firm, and make sure nothing goes wrong."

As Secretary Huang's status changed, Ding Heng's way of addressing her also changed.

"clear."

Lin Man obediently responded, her fingers sliding from Ding Heng's shoulder to his temples, gently massaging them.

Then she leaned closer, her tone seductive.

"Boss, when is the big star coming to join us?"

"Boom."

Ding Heng raised his hand and gently tapped her forehead.

Lin Man winced in pain, shrank her neck, and wisely refrained from asking any further questions.

She changed the subject, her tone becoming serious again: "Boss, are you really not going to class today?"

"I'm not going, I'm not in the mood."

"Well... boss, would you like your secretary to cheer you up?"

Lin Man raised her hand and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, revealing her fair and slender neck.

Ding Heng remained silent.

Lin Man lowered her head and placed her fingers on Ding Heng's knee, slowly sliding them up his trouser leg.

Her movements became slower and slower, as if she was deliberately prolonging every second of the touch.

Finally, Ding Heng reached out and pinched her chin, gently pressing his thumb against her lower lip.

"All you ever do is sneak food. Yan hope will come back and confront you about it."

"There's nothing I can do; what can I do when she's a philandering little fox?"

Lin Man knelt down on the cold floor, obediently tilting her head back, her eyes glistening with tears.

Ding Heng raised his hand and gently patted Lin Man's cheek.

"Since you're a fox... where's your tail?"

"How would the boss know that someone has a brand new, beautiful tail that's waiting for the boss to personally attach to me?"

Lin Man moved forward half an inch, resting her chin on Ding Heng's thigh.

Ding Heng commanded, "Is that so? Bring it here."

"Yes, sir!"

Her foxy eyes curved into two crescent moons, both cunning and docile.

Chapter 245: The Lost Pony Abandoned

A week passed quietly and uneventfully.

After finishing up his other tasks, Ding Heng finally finalized his trip to the capital.

Lin Man had booked her plane tickets and hotel in advance, and Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing had also asked their schools for leave.

The four of them, traveling light, set off on a sunny Saturday morning.

At the same time, Baima rode her electric scooter slowly back to the villa.

Pushing open the villa's door, the entryway was quiet and peaceful.

Sister Jiang went out to buy groceries, leaving Wen Shu alone in the living room, sitting cross-legged on the sofa flipping through a thick English vocabulary book.

"You're back!?"

Wen Shu looked up at Bai Ma, then looked down and continued flipping through her book: "Why are you all alone today? Where are my brother-in-law and the others?"

Baima threw her schoolbag onto the sofa and collapsed onto it with a thud, her short legs sticking up and resting on the sofa armrests, looking utterly weak.

"They're gone, they've all left."

"Where did you go?"

"The capital city, of course."

Baima rolled her eyes, her tone dripping with sarcasm: "They left in such a hurry, only informing me right before they left, as if they were afraid I'd stick to them! They probably thought I was in their way and would make things inconvenient for them."

Wen Shu put down her vocabulary book and teased with interest, "Why are you angry that they went to the capital?"

Am I angry?

Baima scoffed, feigning disdain.

Wen Shu couldn't help but laugh, but didn't point it out.

She continued, "They're not here, so what are your plans for the weekend? Staying home and playing video games? Or going out for a stroll?"

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed through Baima's mind, and she abruptly sat up from the sofa.

"Xiao Shu, how about we sneak into the capital and give them a surprise?"

"Why are you getting involved? You're just asking for trouble..."

What does it mean to make a fool of yourself?

Pema stood tall and proud, saying righteously, "Why did they leave me all alone? Especially my brother! He always calls me 'little sister,' but he didn't take me with him when he went out to play!"

Wen Shu was both amused and exasperated.

She still saw through it but didn't point it out, waving her hand: "I'm not as free as you. If you want to go, go by yourself. Don't drag me down with you."

Baima pouted, "Then I'll go by myself."

"Go ahead."

Wen Shu didn't even look up: "Remember to bring your ID card, don't get lost in the capital."

"Tch, who do you think you're underestimating?"

Baima jumped off the sofa, ran upstairs, and opened her phone to check flight tickets.

The most recent flight, a direct flight from Changsha, costs nearly a thousand yuan.

Without even blinking, Baima selected business class.

But now she was so heartbroken she was grimacing...

It's almost the end of the month, and Qu Zhen has already spent most of the living expenses she received. After paying for the plane ticket, her bank account balance is almost empty.

"So expensive..."

Bai Ma hesitated for a long time with her finger hovering above the payment button, but finally gritted her teeth and pressed it decisively.

With a "beep", the payment was successfully deducted.

Baima tossed her phone onto the bed and began rummaging through drawers and cabinets to pack her luggage.

Clothes, charger, ID card... all stuffed into the backpack.

With her bag on her back, Baima ran downstairs again.

Wen Shu was still memorizing vocabulary in the living room when she exclaimed in surprise, "You're really going?"

"Of course!"

After changing her shoes, Baima opened the door, putting on the airs of an older sister.

"Xiaoshu, be a good girl at home!"

"Uh... Be careful on the road."

Wen Shu waved to her.