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

The car drove smoothly through the night.

Long He finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Ding Heng, do you... often help her with those things?"

"what's up?"

"It's like... massaging feet, or something."

Occasionally.

"Occasionally?"

Long He's tone became increasingly urgent: "You seem quite skilled at it!"

Ding Heng did not respond.

Longhe, still sulking, turned back to look out the window.

"What exactly is your relationship with your boss?"

"I'm not going to talk about it anymore. I just occasionally take pictures for her or something."

"Just taking pictures?"

Long He said seriously, "Tell me what's bothering you, brother. It's not shameful!"

Ding Heng sensed Long He's subtle probing, but did not give a direct answer.

"Don't worry, she's very good to me."

"good!?"

Long He raised his voice by half an octave: "That's not good at all, she just... just..."

"Just what?"

"She's treating you like a expendable commodity! What kind of man can't she have? You... you're just a college student who hasn't even graduated yet... wait a couple of years until her novelty wears off, and see if she'll still pay attention to you!"

Ding Heng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"why are you laughing?"

"nothing."

Ding Heng composed himself: "Did you get shot today, or are you feeling unwell from the long journey?"

"I'm very good!"

Long He remained stubborn.

The car arrived at the hotel, and Ding Heng turned off the engine and sighed.

"Longhe".

"Ah."

"Regarding your boss, I'll have him keep an eye out for you. Although we didn't see him today, at least we've made contact, and there'll always be a way to get things done."

Longhe didn't reply.

Gathering information requires brothers to sacrifice their virtue; the price is far too high!

"Ding Heng".

"Ah."

"You should stick with me, your brother..."

Long He spoke solemnly: "At least we don't have to stoop to massage other people's feet and put on their shoes. Besides... we brothers should help each other out!"

"No problem!"

Ding Heng agreed readily, in a nonchalant manner, and it's unclear whether he took it to heart.

"I'll definitely rely on you then and make you support me for the rest of my life."

"Be serious!"

"I'm very serious."

"Ugh... I can't be bothered with you!"

Long He angrily pushed open the door, got out of the car, and strode into the hotel.

Ding Heng didn't rush to follow, but instead took out his phone and pressed a message button.

[Ding Heng]: I'll come over tonight.

[Lin Hu Leads the Way]: [Cute Fox.jpg]

[Lin Hu Leads the Way]: [Image.jpg]

[Lin Hu Leads the Way]: Waaah... Boss, please go easy on me tonight.

The foolish fox probably knew it was going to be punished, so it knelt down and prostrated itself in apology early on.

……

Two in the morning, at the villa.

After taking a shower, Ding Heng slowly walked to the bedside.

Lin Man had been kneeling on the bed for two hours.

"Boss, aren't you planning to go back to the hotel tonight to keep Long He company?"

"You want me to leave?"

"Don't dare..."

"Still acting?"

"They really wouldn't dare."

Lin Man's foxy eyes glistened with tears: "Boss, are you satisfied with my performance today?"

Ding Heng raised his hand and grasped Lin Man's chin, gently flicking his thumb against her lips.

"What do you think?"

"I think..."

Lin Man leaned forward: "The boss doesn't seem very satisfied."

Snapped.

A slap landed, crisp and clean.

Lin Man let out a short, muffled groan, leaned forward, and then regained her balance.

"Boss...it hurts."

Do you know why you were beaten?

"They didn't complete the boss's task."

"That's not it."

"That……"

Ding Heng pinched the strap of Lin Man's nightgown and slowly pulled it down.

"I'm asking you to act, so why do you have to go to such lengths to win my favor? Have I given you too much freedom in Hong Kong, making you lose sight of yourself?"

Lin Man neither denied nor admitted it.

She buried her face in the pillow, letting Ding Heng's fingertips slide down her spine, one segment at a time.

"Boss... I know I was wrong... I'll definitely behave next time."

"There will be a next time?"

Before Lin Man could answer, Ding Heng's hand was already on her lower back, and he ruthlessly increased the pressure.

The foolish fox's soft, slender waist slumped down another inch, and she completely sank into the bedding.

The night was dark outside the window. The wind from the mountaintop swept through the courtyard, rustling the leaves and masking the sobs.

Chapter 310: The Foolish Fox Who Thinks Too Much (Part 2)

After finishing their work in Hong Kong, Long He went to Shanghai to continue his work schedule, while Ding Heng and Lin Man returned to Changsha together.

The sun in Changsha at the end of March was already starting to feel warm. Zhao Yanxi, who came to pick up the passengers, had changed into a JK uniform that men love. Her pure and energetic college girl image stood in the crowd at the arrival gate, shining brightly in the sunlight.

Before Lin Man could even see the exit sign, the girl's soft body had already pounced on her.

"Sister Man!"

Zhao Yanxi grabbed Lin Man's arm, acting as intimately as sisters.

I've missed you so much!

After all, Lin Man had been in Hong Kong for more than a month, so Zhao Yanxi was quite happy to see her again.

"Ouch!"

As a result, Lin Man's legs went weak and she almost lost her balance when Zhao Yanxi pounced on her, but fortunately Zhao Yanxi caught her.

"Sister Man, you've been gone for over a month. Are you having a good time in Hong Kong?"

"No way."

Lin Man said with a smile, "But you! You look much better than when I left."

"That's right, I'm the boss now!"

Zhao Yanxi puffed out her chest triumphantly before turning to her husband.

When Ding Heng saw that Zhao Yanxi had finally noticed him, he deliberately raised his eyebrows.

"What happened? Didn't I get a hug?"

"Humph!"

Zhao Yanxi stepped out of Lin Man's arms, stuck out her tongue at Ding Heng, made a face, and her eyes darted around cleverly.