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

What kind of graphics card and monitor do you want to buy?

I'll send you the link when I get back.

"I'll let it go this month, but you're not allowed to spend money recklessly next month."

"No..."

"Ugh……"

Finally, Ding Heng let out a helpless sigh, and Bai Ma seemed to gradually understand something.

The two strolled slowly through the mall.

Bai Ma was led by Ding Heng's hand and obediently followed beside him.

Occasionally, someone would glance back at them and couldn't help but speculate about their relationship.

A strange feeling welled up in Baima's heart.

It seems that this is how the relationship between the two should be.

After shopping, the two returned to their car.

Pema leaned back in her chair and finally couldn't help but speak.

"Brother..."

"Ok?"

Why are you so good to me?

"Because I treat you like a younger sister."

"Just because of that?"

"if not?"

Ding Heng shifted gears and reminded him, "Fasten your seatbelts, we're going home."

Bai Ma said "Oh" and obediently fastened her seatbelt.

The car drove out of the garage and merged into the traffic.

Bai Ma was still thinking about what Ding Heng had just said.

"Because I treat you like a younger sister."

She couldn't quite describe how she felt.

Disappointed yet relieved.

Disappointingly, Ding Heng seemed to genuinely only see her as a younger sister.

Fortunately, the so-called "younger sister" seems to be a little different.

It seems Wen Shu was right!

Only if she behaves well as a younger sister will Ding Heng keep rewarding her.

Who knows, maybe one day in the future, the rewards will be upgraded!

Chapter 267: The Sulking Rabbit and the Kitten

In late April, the weather in Changsha was unpredictable.

The sun was blazing hot in the morning, but a gust of wind blew by in the afternoon, and dark clouds immediately began to gather on the horizon, threatening to pour down rain.

Ding Heng was about to drive to Zhongnan and made a phone call in advance.

"Ding Heng! Where are you? I'm already at the school gate!"

Zhao Yanxi's urgent voice came through the receiver, and Ding Heng looked up at the sky.

"I'll be there soon. Don't wander off; it's likely to rain heavily."

"Okay, okay, hurry up..."

Before she could finish speaking, a muffled clap of thunder sounded from the sky. Zhao Yanxi exclaimed "Oh dear!" and repeated "Hurry up!" before hurriedly hanging up the phone and finding shelter from the rain.

Ten minutes later, Ding Heng arrived and saw Zhao Yanxi standing under the sycamore tree in the distance. She was wearing a milky white JK shirt with a dark gray pleated skirt, and her fair and slender legs were on full display.

But the weather didn't cooperate.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Zhao Yanxi instinctively hugged her arms and stood on tiptoe to look at the intersection.

Ding Heng parked the car in front of her and rolled down the window.

"boarding."

Zhao Yanxi quickly opened the car door and got in.

"It's freezing! It's freezing!"

She rubbed her arms: "What's wrong with the weather? It was sunny this morning!"

Ding Heng's gaze swept over her bare thighs, and he sighed helplessly: "Don't you check the weather forecast? It's raining heavily today, and the low temperature is 10 degrees Celsius. And you're still going bare-legged?"

"They dressed up especially for you..."

Zhao Yanxi acted coquettishly, her tone sweet and cloying.

"I said you... hey!"

Ding Heng took off his coat and handed it to Zhao Yanxi, who quickly put it on.

The coat was very large, with the hem almost covering her short skirt—a typical boyfriend-style outfit.

She lowered her head to sniff her collar, then smiled with narrowed eyes.

"Ding Heng's scent is still the best."

"Be poor."

Ding Heng started the car, looking straight ahead, and said, "Keep acting up. Don't come crying to me when you're old and have rheumatoid arthritis."

Zhao Yanxi grinned and leaned over to give Ding Heng a quick kiss on the cheek: "Don't worry, Brother Ding Heng will push my wheelchair for me."

Ding Heng didn't respond further and started the car: "Where to?"

Zhao Yanxi took out her phone and swiped a few times: "Chujiang Hotel".

Why go to the hotel?

"Let's decorate the venue for Xiaojingjing's birthday."

Zhao Yanxi said matter-of-factly, "You haven't forgotten, have you? May 15th is Wenjing's 20th birthday."

Ding Heng then realized what was happening.

Wenjing's birthday is May 15th.

After the May Day holiday last year, everyone was in a state of post-holiday lethargy and hurriedly celebrated Wenjing's nineteenth birthday.

Wenjing didn't say anything, remaining as well-behaved and sensible as ever, always feeling that birthdays come every year and there's nothing special about them.

"She's twenty this year, our little Jingjing is a big girl now!"

Zhao Yanxi began to recount her plan: "I've got it all figured out. A ten-tiered cake, the pink kind, with a castle and a unicorn on top."

Then buy her a princess dress, the kind that's puffy and tulle, paired with crystal shoes... The venue should be decorated in a dreamy style, with balloons, flowers, and lights, all in pink and white tones.

I also made a slideshow, pulling out all her photos from when she was little to now, arranging them one by one, so I can show them to her later..."

After she finished rambling, Ding Heng suddenly asked, "Do you think Wenjing would like it?"

Zhao Yanxi scratched her chin.

"I think...it should be true, right?"

Even with Wenjing's best friend, she still felt a little uncertain.

"In my memory, Xiao Jingjing has never had a proper birthday... and no one has ever thrown her a birthday party."

Zhao Yanxi is the only person who always remembers Wenjing's birthday.

She would prepare gifts in advance, sometimes a bracelet, sometimes a pretty notebook she had saved up her allowance for a long time to buy.

But that little gift couldn't really make up for anything.

"Whether she likes it or not is her business, and whether I'm prepared or not is my business."

Zhao Yanxi seemed to be convincing herself: "Twenty is a milestone that should be properly commemorated."

Ding Heng didn't ask any more questions. Large raindrops pounded against the windshield, making a pattering sound.

The windshield wipers are on the highest setting, swinging back and forth.

Zhao Yan looked out the window at the rain curtain, which suddenly fell silent.

"Brother Ding Heng."

"Ah."

Do you think I don't need to?

Zhao Yanxi rarely showed an uncertain expression.

"will not."

Ding Heng smiled calmly: "You meant well."

"That's good……"

Having gotten the answer she wanted from Ding Heng, Zhao Yanxi breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in her chair.

The car arrived at the Chujiang Hotel, and the two took the elevator to the 27th floor.

The moment she swiped her card and pushed open the door, Zhao Yanxi froze on the spot.

The living room was filled with things she had sent in advance... balloons, ribbons, banners, a half-finished cake stand, and the white princess dress she had carefully chosen.

At that moment, several hotel staff members were carrying things out one by one.

"Etc., etc!"

Zhao Yanxi rushed over and stopped the staff who were about to move the cake stand.