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

Ding Heng suggested, "It's been a while since I've had her cooking."

"Okay, I'll ask where Xiaojingjing is!"

Zhao Yanxi didn't think much of it and prepared to call Wenjing.

Ding Heng responded and went straight down to the garage.

Several cars are now parked in the Capital Garage, all of which Lin Man arranged for Hua Qing.

Ding Heng casually picked out a relatively low-key car and got into the driver's seat.

Ding Heng opened his phone and found Wen Shu's chat window.

[Ding Heng]: Where do you and your sister live?

Messages are replied to instantly.

[Lucky Little Shu]: Brother-in-law, are you in the capital?

[Ding Heng]: I'm here to take care of something.

[Lucky Little Lady]: What's up? How long are you staying?

Ding Heng: Not necessarily.

Wen Shu sent me a meme of a little rabbit lying on the ground looking cute, along with a location tag.

Ding Heng opened the document and took a look. The distance wasn't far; it would only take about ten minutes to drive there.

The neighborhood isn't exactly new, but it's in a great location, with shopping malls and subway stations all nearby.

In terms of convenience alone, it is indeed very suitable for college students like Wen Shu.

Ding Heng parked his car and went upstairs, where he immediately noticed the slightly ajar door that had been deliberately left open for him.

Ding Heng walked over and pushed the door open.

It's over 90 square meters, with two bedrooms, a living room, a bathroom, and a kitchen.

In terms of size and decoration alone, it is naturally far inferior to the hotel suites and mansions that Ding Heng is now accustomed to living in.

However, being the capital city, a place where land is incredibly valuable, a house of just over 90 square meters is not exactly cheap.

Ding Heng glanced at it briefly and inexplicably recalled the small house Hua Qing had bought in Xingcheng before, which was about the same size.

Now that room is completely empty and there's no need to keep it anymore, but Hua Qing still can't bear to sell it, saying that she can go back and visit it occasionally in the future.

In the end... it's just something to keep as a memento.

As Ding Heng was pondering this, a head suddenly popped out.

"Brother-in-law!"

Wen Shu jumped out from behind the balcony, smiling brightly.

She had a black camera bag slung across her shoulder, wore a loose hooded sweatshirt, and a short skirt, but the sweatshirt was a bit long, and the hem of the skirt was partially visible.

Autumn had arrived in the capital, but she was dressed warmly on the upper body while her legs remained bare.

At first glance, it exudes the youthful energy unique to female college students, while also possessing a style that is distinctly Wen Shu's own.

Ding Heng closed the door and looked them over.

You chose these clothes yourself?

"correct."

Wen Shu spun around on the spot: "How was it? Not bad, right?"

"It suits you quite well."

"Really?"

Wen Shu's eyes lit up, clearly pleased.

"It's better than your previous outfits."

Ding Heng gave an objective evaluation.

Although their facial features are similar, the two sisters are quite different in terms of overall style.

In the past, when Wen Shu bought clothes, she always liked to refer to the girls around Ding Heng.

Most of the time she imitates Zhao Yanxi, and occasionally Hua Qinglinman, but it's actually quite incongruous. Not to say it's ugly, but at least the styles don't match.

Today's outfit has its own unique style, showing that she has finally learned to put together her own looks.

"I've been doing some research on fashion lately, and it's not bad, I guess..."

Wen Shu laughed heartily, then suddenly sighed, "What a pity."

"What's a pity?"

"My sister was just called back by Sister Yanxi to cook."

Wen Shu said affectedly, "If you had come ten minutes earlier, you might have been able to see her."

Ding Heng raised his hand and struck her head hard.

"No more tea."

If she wanted to wait for him quietly, it would only take one phone call; there was no regret whatsoever.

Why isn't Wenjing here? The two of them remain silent.

"hey-hey……"

Wen Shu gave an awkward laugh: "Brother-in-law, please sit down first. I'll go pour you some tea."

Ding Heng walked to the living room sofa and sat down, looking around the entire living room once again.

The house had just been occupied and there wasn't much stuff in it, but there was an oddly placed wine cabinet, as if it had been prepared in advance for someone.

A short while later, Wen Shu returned with two cups of tea and sat down, keeping her distance from Ding Heng.

Ding Heng picked up his teacup: "You've moved out of the dorm completely?"

"not yet."

Wen Shu shook her head: "It should start next week. Recently, we've been moving a little bit of stuff from the dorm to here every day. After National Day, we'll be able to move in completely."

"Did your sister find the apartment?"

"I don't think so."

Wen Shu picked up her teacup and gently blew on it: "I found the property myself, and I negotiated the contract myself. My sister only came to check it once for me, afraid that I would be scammed."

"She has no objections?"

"How could I not have any objections?"

Wen Shu pouted: "She always thought I was wasting money, saying that the dorms were big enough, so why did I have to come out and rent a place in my second year of college?"

"Then why are you still moving?"

"No dormitory is as comfortable as this place."

Wen Shu spoke with confidence, and her reasons sounded plausible.

Ding Heng continued, "How long do you plan to stay?"

"How long do you mean?"

Wen Shu was puzzled by the question: "Then we'll definitely live here until graduation first."

Ding Heng did not respond.

When Hua Qing bought the house, she also thought she would live there for a lifetime...

Wen Shu didn't get any further response and looked a little uncomfortable.

She raised her hand to tuck the hair that had fallen to the side of her face behind her ear, and took the initiative to change the subject.

"By the way, brother-in-law, do you remember the comic convention I told you about last time?"

"Is something starting to look up?"

"Ok!"

Mentioning this, Wen Shu immediately perked up: "Of course!"

She put down her teacup, opened her phone, and handed a few photos to Ding Heng.

"I've prepared everything: venue, tickets, photographer, and costumes. I've also booked a makeup artist in advance to ensure the best results."

Ding Heng casually flipped through the pages: "What's still missing?"

"There's just one last thing to do."

Wen Shu smiled, as if her meaning was self-evident.

Ding Heng returned the phone to her.

"Your sister?"

"My brother-in-law understands me best."

"She doesn't want to go?"

"I can't say I'm unwilling."

Wen Shu considered for a moment: "She just finds it troublesome and doesn't want to show her face in public?"

"Didn't you try to persuade her?"

"I tried to persuade them, I almost wore my lips out."

Wen Shu moved closer to Ding Heng and pleaded coquettishly, "So from now on, it's up to you, brother-in-law."

"What are you looking at me for?"

"Try to talk to her more."

Wen Shu said seriously, "Ten of my sentences might not be as effective as one of my brother-in-law's sentences."

The living room suddenly fell silent, and the two of them once again fell into a familiar silence.