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

For a female artist, twelve years is basically equivalent to a contract of servitude.

It meant that the best years of her life would be bound tightly by that piece of paper, and she would have to obey the "big boss" she had never met.

Longhe had no idea where his mother got her confidence from.

Unfortunately, Yang Sijie had given her so much that she didn't even have the courage to refuse.

So even if she was unwilling a thousand times in her heart, she couldn't say it.

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: Okay!

It's almost midnight.

The people in the square began the countdown.

"Ten—Nine—Eight—"

The sound waves surged in from all directions, completely engulfing Longhe.

"7-6-5-"

She stood motionless in the crowd.

"Four—three—two—"

She closed her eyes.

"one!"

Cheers erupted.

Light effects burst forth overhead, turning the night sky into a dazzling spectacle.

People hugged and kissed, shouting "Happy New Year!"

Suddenly, Long He heard a voice coming from behind him, cutting through the hustle and bustle of the crowd.

It's very light.

But it's very clear.

"Longhe".

Upon hearing the sound, Long He turned around abruptly and saw Ding Heng grinning at her.

A white short-sleeved shirt, dark gray casual pants, and a pair of canvas shoes.

On a winter night when everyone was bundled up in thick coats, he was dressed as if he had stepped out of summer.

"you you you……"

Long He stammered, but Ding Heng didn't give her a chance to ask questions. He quickly stepped forward and pulled her into his arms.

Happy birthday, bro!

Chapter 252: Brothers' Birthday Gifts to Each Other

The cheers from the square had just echoed after the clock struck midnight.

Long He stood there stunned for a long time before finally managing to utter a sentence.

"You...how could you..."

Is it strange that I suddenly appeared here?

Ding Heng released her, put his hands in his pockets, and adopted a lazy posture.

Long He didn't speak, but began to tiptoe and peer behind Ding Heng.

Ding Heng was amused by her appearance: "What are you doing?"

"You weren't spending New Year's Eve with someone, and then you found me here and came to join the fun, were you?"

Long He took a half step back, narrowed his eyes, and spoke warily.

"Boom."

Ding Heng raised his hand and lightly tapped her forehead.

"You really miss your brother that much?"

Long He stuck out his tongue, rubbed the spot where he had been hit, and then reached out to pinch Ding Heng's exposed arm.

It was hard and firm, with well-defined muscles.

Aren't you cold?

"It's cold."

Ding Heng opened his arms: "So give your brother another hug."

Long He glared at him, but still pressed herself against him.

Ding Heng wrapped his arm around Long He and pulled him close.

What's next?

"Are you hungry?"

I'm not hungry.

"But I'm a little..."

Long He lifted her head from Ding Heng's embrace.

She only ate two fries at McDonald's, which wasn't enough to fill her stomach.

"Shall we find somewhere to eat?"

"What to eat?"

"You're a big star, why don't you treat your bros to something nice?"

"Row!"

Long He subconsciously reached for his phone, wanting to call Sister Song to reserve a restaurant.

The moment she swiped her finger across the screen, she vaguely remembered that Sister Song was no longer her manager, and suddenly realized something.

Without an agent or assistant, she doesn't even know how to spend money.

For example, nowadays, I don't even know who to contact to make a restaurant reservation.

Ding Heng lowered his head and asked, "What?"

"nothing……"

Longhe put away his phone: "Do you have any good restaurant recommendations?"

"Anything is fine?"

"Of course, it's the New Year, I'm just treating my brother to a meal."

Ding Heng didn't waste any more words. He took Long He's hand and squeezed through the crowd, hailing a taxi on the roadside.

Forty minutes later, the two arrived at the hotel suite that Lin Man had booked.

Pushing open the door and entering the room, you see a steaming copper pot on the dining table in the center of the room, next to which are several plates of neatly arranged lamb rolls, fatty beef, tripe, vegetables, meatballs... everything is there.

Long He asked in surprise, "How long did you prepare this?"

Ding Heng pulled out a chair and sat down, then casually picked up a packet of instant noodles, tore it open, and threw it into the pot.

"It's your birthday today, so have a bowl of longevity noodles first."

Longhe watched him cook instant noodles in the pot and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You really have no sense of propriety."

"Why should I be so formal with you? We're not strangers."

Ding Heng picked up his chopsticks, stirred the noodles, scooped them out, put them in a bowl, and pushed it in front of her.

"Try it, it was cooked by my brother."

Longhe took it and took a bite.

The noodles were just regular instant noodles, but the soup base was quite good, very flavorful!

It was piping hot, and the warmth went right up to my stomach.

While eating, Longhe asked, "What about your girlfriends?"

Ding Heng put mutton into the pot: "Nothing is more important than spending time with my brothers."

Long He said warily, "They didn't stand you up, did they? This room wasn't prepared for me first."

Ding Heng paused in his hot pot, then coughed lightly.

"You could guess that?"

Long He gave a light hum and picked up a piece of tripe with his chopsticks to dip into the pot.

"Does that mean you can't afford the room fee, which is why you called me here?"

"Just eat yours."

Ding Heng placed the cooked mutton into her bowl and said irritably, "Always suspicious of your brother."

Long He lowered his head and ate his mutton, his mind filled with a million questions.

Why was Ding Heng in the capital?

How did Ding Heng find her?

Where did Ding Heng get the money to book such a high-end hotel?

……

But my brother is celebrating her birthday with her, so there's absolutely no need for him to say anything!

The two ate and chatted, while the soup in the pot bubbled and steamed.

Longhe gradually relaxed and started talking more.

"At midnight today, my contract with my old company officially expired."