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

As Wenshu passed by a women's clothing store, she was attracted by a dress in the window and stopped to take a closer look.

Ding Heng asked, "Do you like it?"

"Hmm...it might not suit me."

Wen Shu thought about it seriously and said, "But my sister would look pretty good in it."

The dress design leans towards a gentle and mature style, with a very tight waist and ample room at the chest.

It is indeed more suitable for a virtuous wife and loving mother, a little white rabbit.

Ding Heng suggested, "Why don't you give it a try first?"

Wen Shu seemed resistant: "You're buying it for my sister, why are you making me try it on?"

"Let's see the general effect first."

Without saying a word, Ding Heng pushed Wen Shu into the store.

The sales assistant quickly brought out the right size, and Wen Shu reluctantly entered the fitting room.

A few minutes later, the curtain was drawn back.

It's okay, but the chest area looks a bit empty, lacking the fullness that the original design should have shown.

Wen Shu walked up to Ding Heng and circled around him: "Brother-in-law, how is it?"

Ding Heng pondered, "You're dressed a little too young."

"It's not good-looking?"

"She looks good, but your sister is more suitable."

Ding Heng commented earnestly, "If her upper body can support this area, and her waist is slightly tucked in, the overall effect will be better than yours."

Wen Shu looked down at her chest, recalling her sister's excessively exaggerated figure.

This... is definitely incomparable.

The sales assistant offered suggestions, saying that they could readjust Wenshu's outfit or offer other styles.

Wen Shu declined, then turned to look at herself in the mirror, and at Ding Heng's reflection in the mirror.

The clothes were clearly on her body, but in her brother-in-law's eyes, was it himself or her sister?

Or rather, she took what should have belonged to her older sister...

"Brother-in-law."

"Ok?"

Wen Shu asked half-jokingly, "I suddenly feel that this dress suits me quite well, why don't we buy it?"

Ding Heng walked up to her and straightened his collar slightly.

"Okay, you might lack a bit of style, but it's not bad looking."

"So who exactly is it for?"

“Your sister gets one, and you can choose a color yourself.”

Upon hearing this, the sales assistant immediately brought out the same style in light apricot color.

"Fine……"

Despite buying new clothes, Wen Shu showed no excitement whatsoever.

After leaving the clothing store, the two went to see a movie.

The movie's plot wasn't particularly exciting, and nothing special happened during the movie.

However, picking out clothes together, sharing the same bucket of popcorn, and then slowly walking back to the hotel, aside from their mutual denials, the whole process was not much different from a normal date between a man and a woman.

It's like all the procedures are in place, except for the final step...

It was close to 10:30 p.m.

The two returned to the hotel lobby, where Ding Heng stopped.

"Be careful on your way home, send a message when you get home."

"Um……"

Wen Shu took the car keys but did not leave immediately.

Perhaps sensing that the atmosphere was just right, Wen Shu mustered her courage once again.

"Brother-in-law."

"how?"

"How about... I stay at a hotel tonight too?"

Is it convenient?

Ding Heng smiled knowingly, not surprised at all.

Wen Shu tried to find an excuse for herself: "Anyway, I just bought some clothes, so I can change them tomorrow. Besides, it's quite late now, and I don't have any plans."

Ding Heng stretched out his finger and gently flicked Wen Shu's forehead.

"Ouch!"

Wen Shu clutched her forehead in pain.

Ding Heng scolded, "You're getting bolder and bolder. Aren't you afraid your sister will check up on us at night?"

"My sister is still abroad..."

Wen Shu instinctively retorted, but realized the problem only halfway through her sentence.

She quickly tried to explain, "Brother-in-law, I meant that considering the time difference, my sister should have gone to bed early, so why would she be checking up on me..."

"Southeast Asia is an hour behind, it's only nine o'clock there. Did you learn geography for nothing?"

"Forehead……"

Wen Shu had completely lost her excuse and could only force a laugh.

Ding Heng saw through her intentions but didn't point it out. Instead, he asked inexplicably, "Xiao Shu, do you know which restaurant I like to eat at most in Xingcheng?"

"Huh?"

The topic changed so quickly that Wen Shu didn't react in time.

All she knew was that Ding Heng liked to drink.

As for his taste, his sister once said that one of Ding Heng's greatest strengths is that he is not picky about food and will eat anything given to him, making him very easy to raise.

"Brother-in-law, which one?"

"De Tian Shun".

Ding Heng replied, "Their cumin beef rice bowl is about thirty yuan a serving, and it's incredibly fragrant!"

"Brother-in-law, do you like cumin beef?"

"It's not cumin beef."

Ding Heng corrected, "It's cumin beef rice bowl."

Wen Shu blinked.

Is there a difference?

"Of course."

Ding Heng began to recount: "Once, I suddenly wanted to eat more meat, so I simply ordered a cumin beef dish. But when it was delivered, I found it tasteless no matter how I ate it."

Later I realized that the essence of "gaima rice" lies in the two words "gaima" (topping). You have to mix the vegetables and rice together by hand to achieve the best taste.

Wen Shu stared blankly, bewildered: "Brother-in-law, what do you mean?"

Ding Heng raised his hand and tapped her head again: "If you can't figure it out, then think about it slowly. Let's go, go back and get some rest."

"okay!"

Wen Shu nodded obediently, opened the car door, got into the driver's seat, and watched Ding Heng walk back to the hotel.

"call……!"

The next second, Wen Shu let out a long breath, slumped her head onto the steering wheel, and her face turned bright red at a visible speed.

Covered rice.

Vegetables and rice.

She could have easily misunderstood, but she could only pretend not to!

"You bastard brother-in-law..."

Wen Shu buried her burning face in her arms, suddenly understanding Hua Qing's feelings, and muttered a curse.

"What a scumbag!"

Chapter 361: The Ending (Part 1)

The next morning.

A private peninsula in Southeast Asia.

The girls had been partying too much last night and hadn't fully recovered, so breakfast was delayed until almost 10 a.m. before they started arriving at the restaurant.

Zhao Yanxi, with her hair disheveled, lazily slumped onto the table.

Wenjing sat down next to her, frowned as she looked at her phone, and muttered, "What was Xiaoshu doing last night?"

Zhao Yanxi looked up listlessly and leaned closer curiously: "What's wrong?"

"She used my WeChat Pay to buy a lot of clothes in the middle of the night."

Wenjing asked in bewilderment, "One stroke after another, not only clothes and shoes, but also some other random things."

"Isn't it normal for girls to buy clothes?"

Zhao Yanxi generously stated, "If you like it, just buy it. If you don't want to wear it, you can always choose not to."