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

Wenjing kept giving perfunctory answers.

After putting the dishes in the kitchen, she hurriedly went back to her bedroom to change her clothes, preparing to go out and buy some fresh vegetables.

Wen Shu felt slightly dejected at her sister's reaction, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

She felt that her older sister should know something, but Wenjing just wouldn't ask, which made Wenshu feel uneasy.

Given her quiet personality, if she really decides to believe something, she'll ask questions sooner or later.

Pretending not to have noticed anything now is probably just because she hasn't figured it out yet and doesn't want to suspect her younger sister for no reason.

Wen Shu opened the refrigerator to get a bottle of water and saw the leftover cake from last night.

Inside the transparent box, a piece of the stolen cake was missing, and Wen Shu felt as if a piece of her heart was inexplicably missing as well.

It feels empty.

……

Around 10 a.m., Ding Heng received a message from Long He.

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: There's a meeting this afternoon.

【Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon】: The championship hype hasn't died down yet, and the team wants to arrange a national tour as soon as possible, while overseas shows also need to be evaluated at the same time.

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: My mom will also be there. As an investor, would you like to come and listen in?

At first glance, it seemed like a business transaction, with not even a superfluous emoji given to Ding Heng.

Ding Heng read it and gave a brief reply.

[Ding Heng]: What time is it?

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: 2:30.

[Ding Heng]: What's the address?

Longhe quickly sent the hotel location and meeting room number.

On weekdays, Lin Man or Secretary Huang usually attend similar work meetings.

Did Longhe specifically call me out today because he genuinely wanted me to hear his proposal, or was he simply looking for a legitimate reason to meet?

Ding Heng knew it perfectly well!

However, since his brother had finally learned to be indirect, he had to cooperate.

At 2:25 p.m., Ding Heng arrived at the hotel conference room on time.

The room was already filled with core members of the Longhe team.

Sister Zeng, the production team, the publicity team, and the business team each occupied one side, while Yang Sijie sat at the front of the long table, looking down and flipping through the tour plan.

Several familiar faces who had worked with Ding Heng in the past showed somewhat complicated expressions upon seeing him again.

Not long ago, I was just an intern assistant in the team, serving tea and water and carrying photography equipment. In the blink of an eye, I've become the God of Wealth who pays salaries.

Old Zheng was especially embarrassed, and gave Ding Heng an awkward smile across the table.

Ding Heng was quite approachable, nodding and greeting him as usual, "Brother Zheng."

Old Zheng stood up in a panic: "Mr. Ding... Mr. Ding."

"Let's just call him Xiao Ding, it sounds more natural."

"Eh...oh..."

Old Zheng didn't know how to respond, so he could only lower his head and drink water.

Yang Sijie put down the documents: "Xiao Ding, sit down, we've been waiting for you."

There was only one seat left at the long table, right next to Long He.

Ding Heng walked over and sat down casually, leaning closer to ask, "Was the seat next to the big star reserved specifically for the investors?"

Long He said calmly, "It's just a coincidence."

"Oh."

Ding Heng picked up the bottled water on the table, unscrewed it, and took a sip.

Long He glared: "That's mine."

"I know."

"You knew that, yet you still drank it?"

"What, it's not okay?"

There were many people in the conference room, so Long He didn't want to argue with him. He just snorted twice and turned back.

Sister Zeng cleared her throat, signaling the official start of the meeting.

A preliminary tour plan appeared on the screen; the plan itself was not complicated.

The team wants to take advantage of the championship buzz and announce the national tour as soon as possible. The initial plan is to visit sixteen cities in China, and overseas, they will choose regions with a large Chinese population, and conduct market assessments in six cities first.

Sister Zeng is inclined to play it safe and believes that the number of domestic first round matches should be reduced, mainly due to concerns about venue compatibility, production cycle, and Longhe's physical condition.

Yang Sijie also supports the tour, but does not agree with launching all domestic and international projects at once.

The discussion at the conference table was serious, but the scene underneath was quite different.

Not long after Ding Heng sat down, his right leg almost touched Long He's left leg.

Long He was dressed in a simple dress today, which was not revealing, but her smooth and fair thighs were still on full display.

At first, she thought the other person was just being unintentional, moving slightly to the side, but Ding Heng followed suit.

"you……"

Long He angrily turned her head to look, and saw Ding Heng looking down at the plan with a serious expression, seemingly unaware that the two of them were sitting with their legs together.

She endured for a few seconds, then raised her foot and stomped hard on Ding Heng's shoe.

Ding Heng stopped flipping through the pages and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

Long He raised his chin, a silent warning.

Behave yourself!

Ding Heng nonchalantly withdrew his leg.

Long He was satisfied and refocused his attention on the meeting.

But not long after, a hand suddenly reached out from under the table and placed its palm on her thigh.

Long He's body tensed up suddenly, and he almost made a sound.

She quickly reached down, grabbed Ding Heng's wrist, and glared fiercely at the man beside her.

Ding Heng remained unfazed.

He even picked up a pen and lightly drew a line on a page of the proposal, looking like he was seriously studying the investment project.

Longhe lowered his voice.

"Take it away."

"Ok?"

Ding Heng turned his head, his gaze innocent.

"I'm saying you..."

Sister Zeng happened to be looking over.

"Longhe, what do you think of the first round of eight cities?"

"Eight seats..."

Long He took a deep breath and tried to keep his tone steady.

"We can reserve eight seats first, but it's best to negotiate the second round of venues together during the preparation stage. We can then proceed based on the situation of the first round, which can save a lot of time."

While she was talking earnestly about work, she was holding Ding Heng's wrist tightly under the table to prevent him from doing anything further.

She never imagined that her strength was no match for Ding Heng.

However, Ding Heng did not forcefully break free; instead, he gently scratched Long He's thigh with his fingers.

A tingling sensation came over him, and Longhe instinctively let go.

The man's palm moved up half an inch to her inner thigh and gently pinched it.

Long He's breathing became erratic, and his cheeks quickly began to burn.

She took out her phone and typed quickly under the table.

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: Take your hand away!

Ding Heng's phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out, glanced at it, and replied with only one hand.

[Ding Heng]: We're in a meeting, pay attention!

The moment the message was sent, Ding Heng exerted force with his palm again.

I have to say, bro's thighs are so smooth and soft, they feel really good to the touch. I could probably play with them for a year and not get tired of them!

Long He looked up in disbelief. How could this person still have the nerve to ask him to take things seriously!

Just as she was about to send another message, Ding Heng finally decided to stop while he was ahead and withdrew his hand.

Long He gritted his teeth, raised his foot and stepped on him again, this time not letting go immediately.

Yang Sijie sat at the front and took in her daughter's unusual behavior.

Although Longhe's meetings are not particularly serious, he doesn't fidget with his chair or look down at his phone, nor does he suddenly turn red in the ears.

As for Ding Heng...

He sat upright and serious from beginning to end.

But the two of them kept making slight noises under the table, even causing the tablecloth to sway a couple of times. Did they really think no one could see them?

Yang Sijie inexplicably recalled something from more than twenty years ago.

Longhe and Dingheng were only a few years old at that time, and the two families ate together.