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

She lowered her head, stared at her two short legs together, and finally muttered something under her breath.

"Bad brother."

He neither agreed nor refused.

Chapter 295: Am I More Fun Than Baima?

Just after 8 p.m., the door lock beeped twice.

Zhao Yanxi pushed open the door and entered the house, took off her down jacket and hung it on the coat rack in the entryway, muttering complaints under her breath.

"I'm hungry... Xiao Jingjing, hurry up and cook!"

After class today, Zhao Yanxi stayed at the coffee shop overseeing the water and electricity renovations, and her face was covered in dust.

Wenjing followed behind her, carrying groceries she had just bought from the supermarket.

She changed her shoes, went into the kitchen first, and then turned around and walked back to the living room.

Baima nestled on the sofa, curled up into a small ball.

"Bai Ma, why is your face so red?"

Wenjing reached out to touch her forehead: "Do you have a fever?"

"No, no!"

Baima turned her head away from Wenjing, as if she had just done something wrong: "It's a bit hot at home."

"hot?"

Wenjing turned her head to glance at the indoor temperature display screen.

Is 26 degrees Celsius high?

Where's your brother?

Wenjing didn't press the matter further, but instead inquired about the man's whereabouts.

"out."

"Where did you go?"

"Where else can we go? The capital, of course."

"Going to the capital again?"

Zhao Yanxi poured the tea and stepped forward, asking a question.

"Ah."

Baima responded with a shout, then kicked hard with her two short legs, showing a hint of resentment.

He had his fun and then rushed to catch his flight. What a heartless, stinky brother!

Zhao Yanxi then asked, "Does Brother Ding Heng have to go to Hong Kong for the annual meeting at the end of the month?"

"That's what Sister Man said."

Baima suddenly realized: "Then there will only be the three of us left at home?"

"you do not say."

Zhao Yanxi slumped onto the sofa, her voice mournful: "I have to oversee the shop's renovations and prepare for my final exams, so I can't find the time to go see him."

Wenjing remained calm: "It's not the first time, stop complaining."

"Xiao Jingjing, why do you always speak up for men?"

Zhao Yanxi reached out to pinch her, but Wen Jing dodged away.

After arguing for a while, Zhao Yanxi sat up straight and realized, "Isn't Hua Qing's dance drama the last show of the year at the end of the month? I saw her say in the group that she has to prepare for next year's tour."

Wenjing nodded: "Yes, she mentioned it in the group chat yesterday."

Baima then suggested, "Shall we go and support her?"

"You two go."

Zhao Yanxi said helplessly, "I still have to keep an eye on the coffee shop. The renovation is at a critical stage, and I can't leave."

Wenjing rarely saw her best friend so concerned about anything other than Ding Heng, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of maternal love.

Leaving Zhao Yanxi alone in Xingcheng was even more unbearable...

"Then I'll keep you company, so you won't be too busy by yourself."

"Little Jingjing, you're the best!"

Zhao Yanxi immediately went over and hugged Wenjing affectionately.

Wenjing pushed her away with disdain and turned to Baima: "Baima, why don't you go on our behalf? Remember to buy lots of flowers, as a token of our good wishes."

"Just me?"

Baima scratched his head, feigning hesitation, "Then... okay."

She reluctantly agreed, but she was secretly overjoyed!

If the sisters-in-law aren't around, then will I have another chance to give my brother some pleasure?

…………

capital.

After taking a shower, Wen Shu lay back in bed, picked up her phone, and was about to watch a show when several unread messages popped up.

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: Little Shu, Little Shu, Little Shu!!!

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: [Little Horse Spinning.jpg]

[Lucky Little Shu]: What? It's so late at night.

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: I'm coming to the capital again the day after tomorrow! Will you come pick me up?

[Lucky Little Lady]: ? You're here again?

[Lucky Little Shu]: Final exams are coming up soon, are you that free? I still have to prepare for my exams.

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: How can I, a junior college graduate, compare to you, a graduate of Peking University?

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: Just passing is enough!

【Lucky Little Shu】: [Little bunny rolling eyes.jpg]

"A white horse is not a horse": [Little horse disdainfully.jpg]

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: If you're so capable, go tell that to my brother, he's in the capital too!

[Lucky Little Shu]: My brother-in-law is in the capital again?

【White Horse is Not a Horse】: Yes, Sister-in-law Hua Qing will have her final performance at the end of the month, and Brother will definitely go to support her.

[Lucky Little Shu]: Oh...

[Lucky Little Shu]: Since your brother-in-law is in the capital, why don't you let him pick you up?

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: I shouldn't be too direct in disturbing him and Sister-in-law Hua Qing...

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: And if you come to pick me up, I'll treat you to a five-star hotel and fancy seafood! How about that, isn't that generous enough?

Wen Shu raised an eyebrow.

[Lucky Little Shu]: Did your brother increase your allowance again?

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: No, no!

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: I spent Chinese New Year with my brother this year, and my mom gave me more credit card access.

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: [Little Horse with hands on hips.jpg]

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: Tomorrow I'll show you what Sister White Horse is really capable of!

【Lucky Little Lady】: Okay.

[Lucky Little Shu]: [Sighing bunny.jpg]

The next morning, at the Capital Airport.

Baima walked out of the airport with a huge suitcase beside her.

"Pema! Here I am!"

Wen Shu waved to her.

Baima jogged over, stopping panting, and only then did she notice that there was a white Land Rover behind Wenshu.

"Where did you get this car?"

"My brother-in-law had it delivered."

Wen Shu stuffed Bai Ma's suitcase into the trunk: "I told him you were coming, and he specially arranged for someone to send a car over, saying it would be convenient for the two of us."

"Wow."

Bai Ma opened the door and sat in the passenger seat, clicking her tongue twice, "Brother is so thoughtful."

"It's alright..."

Wen Shu got into the driver's seat and fastened her seatbelt: "By the way, you'll reimburse me for all my expenses before the New Year. I've spent a lot of money on lenses recently and I'm broke by the end of the month, so I can't ask my sister for living expenses again."

"Of course, of course!"

With a wave of his hand, Baima displayed boundless pride.

The car drove out of the parking lot and merged into the airport expressway.

Forty minutes later, we arrived at a five-star hotel near the China World Trade Center.

The doorman came forward and took the luggage. Pema walked in with her back straight and solemnly announced her reservation information.

After verifying the information, the receptionist handed over the room key: "Ms. Baima, your executive suite is on the 36th floor. This way, please take the elevator."

"Thank you."

Baima took the room key and turned to raise an eyebrow at Wenshu.