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

Yang Sijie didn't expose him: "There are still forty minutes left, adjust your state yourself."

"Know it……"

Long He looked at himself in the mirror and let out a long breath.

The concert officially began at 7:30 p.m.

The private room was also very lively.

Several girls held up light sticks, especially Zhao Yanxi, who was even more excited than the fans at the scene.

As the opening music began, the stage rose in the center, and Long He, dressed in his performance costume, smiled and greeted the cheers of tens of thousands of audience members.

One song after another.

The costumes changed several times, the lighting and choreography kept changing, and the atmosphere remained exciting until the very end.

The lights dimmed, leaving only a warm yellow spotlight in the center of the stage.

Long He, dressed in a snow-white long dress, sat alone on a high stool.

"The last song."

She held the microphone, her voice slightly hoarse from singing for so long.

"Before I start singing, I want to thank someone I've known for over twenty years."

Cheers erupted instantly.

Long He looked past the audience seats and towards the VIP boxes in the distance.

She jokingly recalled, "When we were kids, he always said I sang terribly, and he hardly ever praised me after we grew up. Luckily, I'm a stubborn person and didn't listen to him much, otherwise I wouldn't be standing here now!"

Laughter and screams rose and fell from the audience.

Yan hope put down her light stick and muttered, "It's the last show, and she's still secretly adding scenes for herself, as if she's afraid everyone won't know she has a boyfriend, right?"

"Yan hope!"

Wenjing gently nudged Zhao Yanxi with her elbow, signaling her not to ruin the atmosphere.

Longhe turned to face the audience again and raised his voice.

"This song is dedicated to him, and also to everyone who has accompanied me all the way here."

The music started playing; it was an old song from the Longhe Girls' Group era.

It didn't receive much attention back then, and the arrangement and production weren't particularly outstanding.

Ding Heng once told her in the car that he thought all of her songs sounded good.

The song has now been rearranged, shedding its early idol-driven elements and leaving only clean vocals and piano.

Long He closed his eyes and finished his final performance.

The lights in the entire stadium gradually came on, and tens of thousands of spectators gathered like a sea of ​​stars.

As the last note faded, colorful ribbons sprayed into the sky above the stage.

Long He stood up and bowed deeply to everyone.

The tour has now officially come to an end.

Yang Sijie stood in the backstage corridor and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As the business owner, the project she cared about most was successfully completed.

As a mother, my daughter has already passed through the most difficult stage.

Inside the private room, Ding Heng put down his wine glass.

"Let's go."

"Where?"

Baima turned around, still immersed in the concert.

"Go backstage to pick someone up."

Ding Heng stood up, and the other girls followed one after another. The group entered the rest area under the guidance of the staff.

Longhe had just removed her in-ear monitors, her forehead damp with sweat, and she could not hide her fatigue after singing for several hours straight.

However, upon seeing everyone appear, she instinctively sat up straight.

"Why did everyone come here?"

"Come and see if someone is crying."

Zhao Yanxi leaned in and teased, "The last song you sang was alright, but the thank-you speech felt a bit forced. So what if you've known each other for over twenty years? You keep bringing it up to show off."

Long He snorted twice and retorted, "If you're so capable, why don't you start knowing me from the womb?"

"Just because I met you late doesn't mean I spent less time with you."

Zhao Yanxi, unwilling to back down verbally, eventually hugged Long He with a smile.

"Congratulations, Mr. Long!"

Long He paused slightly, then reached out and patted Zhao Yanxi's hand.

A few months ago, when Longhe first appeared at his residence in the capital, the air in the large apartment seemed crowded.

Now, even when they're crammed into the dressing room, Zhao Yanxi still acts sarcastic and unpredictable, and Long He still doesn't back down an inch, but they no longer truly treat each other as outsiders.

It's hard to explain the changes in detail.

It's nothing more than spending a lot of time together, sleeping together, arguing, and just getting by...

Staff came over to remind them that Longhe needed to go on stage again in ten minutes to take a bow with the team, after which there would be a celebration banquet.

Lin Man checked the time and said, "Alright, let's go first."

The celebration banquet was reserved for the team and partners; it would be too conspicuous for a group of women to go there. Ding Heng, representing the investors, should stay behind.

The girls said goodbye to Long He one by one, until only Ding Heng remained. The once lively dressing room immediately fell silent.

Seeing that the man hadn't reacted for a while, Long He finally couldn't help but speak up.

"The investors watched the entire performance and had no feedback?"

"Quite a success."

"That's it?"

"Tickets sold out, the team ran smoothly, and subsequent business negotiations went well."

Ding Heng said in a serious tone: "From an investment perspective, the project can be considered a complete success."

Longhe stared intently, intently.

She was clearly dissatisfied with Ding Heng's perfunctory answer: "I asked you how the concert went."

"good."

"Ding Heng!"

Longhe's throat was already tired, and raising the volume immediately made him feel uncomfortable.

Ding Heng considerately handed over some warm water: "Don't get excited, protect your throat."

"Humph."

Long He pouted and took a sip of warm water to calm himself: "At least you have some conscience as an investor."

"Of course, I'm counting on your voice to make money for me."

Ding Heng smiled and said, "Since the project has been successfully completed, why don't you give us some rewards?"

Long He immediately became alert: "What reward?"

"We'll talk about it when we get back."

"Can't we talk about this here?"

"There are many people."

"roll……"

Longhe's cheeks began to feel hot.

She knew that Ding Heng couldn't be serious for long.

But the man's hand moved down her shoulder and began to gently caress her waist, clearly already thinking about the so-called reward.

Just then, the door to the dressing room opened, and Sister Zeng's gaze swept over the two of them without any change in expression.

"Long Hehe, get ready to go on stage last."

After giving her instructions, Sister Zeng immediately turned and left, not daring to linger for even a second.

Long He quickly pushed Ding Heng's hand away: "You won't let go even when someone comes in?"

"Sister Zeng knows that perfectly well."

"Knowing is one thing, but you should at least be more discreet about it."

“When I was little, you rode on my back in front of my mother and you never seemed to mind.”

"Can those be the same?"

Long He looked embarrassed and urged, "Hurry up and go out, I need to change my clothes."

Ding Heng didn't provoke her again and slowly left the dressing room.

……

The celebration banquet was arranged by Ding Heng at the Chujiang Hotel restaurant.

Long He took off his performance costume, changed back into a comfortable and loose shirt and trousers, and was already quite drunk within half an hour of sitting down.

Just as she was about to toast everyone again, Ding Heng replaced the wine in front of her with warm water.

"You don't want your voice anymore?"

"It's the last game, a little drink won't hurt."

"You were just complaining about being tired!?"