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

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Actually, Sister Zeng didn't send any messages at all; Longhe just felt there was no point in staying any longer.

As gentle and considerate as she was, Zhao Yanxi stopped being sarcastic, but sitting in this house, she looked more like a guest who had suddenly arrived.

The atmosphere was polite and lively, yet a thick barrier always remained between them.

"Leaving so soon?"

Zhao Yanxi sincerely urged, "Would you like some more fruit?"

"Don't eat."

Long He picked up his hat and sunglasses: "Take your time eating."

Ding Heng stood up at the same time: "I'll see you out."

"Need not."

"I'll take you back."

"No, no, no, my driver is here to pick me up."

Longhe walked to the entrance and quickly changed his shoes.

Ding Heng didn't press the matter further and politely took his leave.

"Okay, pay attention to safety on the road."

"understood."

But when Long He opened the door, Ding Heng still followed him out.

"Are you sure you don't need me to take you?"

"Go back and keep them company."

Longhe pouted.

Ding Heng chuckled and teased, "Why does it taste so sour? Did you not put vinegar in any of the dishes for dinner?"

"you!"

Long He glared at him fiercely, but then sheepishly gave up.

The elevator arrived at the floor just in time.

Long He strode inside and pressed the close button.

Ding Heng stood outside and said loudly, "Next time you come, I'll save you a room for the night."

Who wants to spend the night...

Long He muttered to himself without saying a word.

The elevator doors slowly closed, completely blocking Ding Heng's view. Only then did Long He lean back against the elevator car and gently exhale.

Before coming, I thought to myself, "It's just going to my brother's house for a meal, what's so scary about that?"

As a result, after the meal, apart from repeatedly bringing up those old stories, she seemed to have gained nothing.

Finally, they slunk away.

So what if we've known each other for over twenty years?

She has a past with Ding Heng.

And they have already squeezed into his present...

Chapter 352: Stealing Food

After seeing Long He off, the door was closed again.

Zhao Yanxi turned around and exclaimed, "You run really fast."

Ding Heng joked, "Otherwise, should I let her stay overnight?"

"You wish."

Zhao Yanxi glared at Ding Heng with a fierce yet cute expression before returning to the living room.

Long He's sudden visit was just a minor incident; once he left, everyone immediately returned to their usual routine.

Hua Qing returned to the sofa, picked up her tablet, and began watching dance rehearsal videos for the new drama. Wen Shu and Zhao Yanxi started playing a shooting mobile game online together.

Ding Heng sat in the rattan chair on the balcony and poured himself a small glass of wine, as is his custom.

Wenjing was the only one still busy in the restaurant. She carried the leftover food back to the kitchen one plate at a time and then brought a rag to clean the table.

Hua Qing reminded her, "Xiao Jingjing, don't be too busy. Auntie will come to clean up tomorrow."

Logically, a nanny should be available for all household matters, but to avoid embarrassing the girls, temporary workers are hired most of the time.

"Okay, I'll just do a quick fix to avoid making it look messy."

Wenjing responded verbally, but her hands didn't stop moving.

After she finished collecting the leftovers, she took the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen. When she turned her head, she saw her younger sister sitting comfortably cross-legged on the sofa.

"Xiao Shu".

"Ok?"

Wen Shu was busy killing and looting in the game.

Wenjing raised her voice: "Come and help."

"Wait a minute, this round is about to end."

"You gave me the same answer ten minutes ago."

"Online games can't be paused..."

Wen Shu spoke with righteous indignation, while Zhao Yanxi next to her couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Wenjing turned her gaze to Yanxi: "Yanxi, are you still laughing?"

Zhao Yanxi's smile vanished instantly, and she obediently put down her phone.

"Xiao Jingjing, I'll help you."

"Sister Yanxi, please don't hang up!"

Wen Shu snapped, "Let's fight two against one, and we'll get the chicken dinner right away!"

"What are you eating, come here!"

Wenjing called out again.

Helpless, Wen Shu had no choice but to put down her phone, put on her slippers, and stand up, muttering complaints under her breath.

"It's a rare treat for guests to come and have a meal, and they still have to work."

"Who do you think you are as a guest?!"

"They're here, they're here..."

Wen Shu shrank her neck and followed him into the kitchen.

Although she seemed reluctant, she worked efficiently. Suddenly, she noticed several boxes of a popular online cake that Zhao Yanxi had bought that afternoon.

Wenjing specifically instructed, "Save this for tomorrow, and avoid eating anything too sweet or greasy tonight."

"Know it."

Wen Shu closed the refrigerator door behind her.

After about ten minutes of work by the girls, the house was cleaned and tidy again.

Wenjing dried her hands and turned around to find Ding Heng still drinking on the balcony, so she couldn't help but mutter a word.

"Ding Heng, you should drink less too."

"Ah."

Ding Heng readily agreed, but he didn't put down his wine cup, secretly sighing to himself.

The little rabbit is really starting to act like a housekeeper...

Wen Shu stood at the kitchen doorway, her gaze sweeping over her brother-in-law before naturally turning to Zhao Yanxi.

"Sister Yanxi, shall we continue?"

"Stop playing."

Zhao Yanxi slumped back onto the sofa: "I can't feel anything anymore."

It was getting late, so Hua Qing went back to her room to rest first.

Wenjing was a little tired after a busy afternoon, so she found her pajamas and prepared to take a shower.

Before returning to her room, she reminded her, "Xiao Shu, you'll be sleeping in the guest room tonight. The bedding is in the storage room; you can find it yourself."

"know."

"The guest rooms don't even have beds made up, you..."

"Know it."

"besides……"

"sister."

Wen Shu sighed helplessly: "I'm almost twenty, not two!"

"You know you're only twenty, and I still have to worry about moving..."

Wenjing wanted to give a few more words of advice, but Zhao Yanxi eventually pushed and carried her into the bathroom.

"Xiao Jingjing, hurry up and wash, or it'll be dawn."

The bathroom door was closed.

The living room was much quieter, and Wen Shu could finally relax and play on her phone for a while.

Ding Heng was still on the balcony, and everything seemed the same as usual.