You are thinking about divorcing him, so why do you still care about him?
Don't change your mind easily just because of a piece of piano music!
Jiang Zhihao noticed his wife's expression and understood that at this stage, he was not suitable for having too much contact with anyone of the opposite sex.
He shook his head slightly and said, "Sorry, I don't know how to teach piano, and I don't have much time."
Being rejected so bluntly, Xiao Yixue showed obvious disappointment on her face.
Song Kanglai said from the side: "Miss Xiao, we still have to have a meal. If there is anything else, we can talk about it later."
This was an eviction order. Xiao Yixue knew Song Kanglai's identity, so naturally she couldn't stay any longer. She could only nod to Jiang Zhihao and leave.
"It seems that Mr. Jiang is quite popular with little girls. Miss Zhong must cherish her, otherwise she will be snatched away from you who knows when." Song Kanglai joked, which was also a sideways reminder to Zhong Jiawei.
But Zhong Jiawei could not lose face. When she heard Song Kanglai's words, she instinctively muttered: "Who cares about him anymore..."
Although her voice is not loud, it is still easily heard.
Song Kanglai was startled, and the atmosphere suddenly felt awkward.
Jiang Zhihao said: "Mr. Tan, what are the chef's signature dishes you mentioned just now?"
He was obviously changing the topic and adjusting the atmosphere. Tan Junda understood it and quickly called the waiter to serve the food.
Several dishes were served, and Jiang Zhihao tasted them one by one and let out a sound of admiration.
In fact, given his status, what kind of dishes have he never tasted? He has long been tired of eating the so-called signature dishes of three-star Michelin chefs.
Just because you're tired of it doesn't mean you have to refute someone's face. You won't die if you say a few nice words, and you can make one more friend. The cost is quite low, so why not do it.
Considering that Song Kanglai is the general manager of the hotel, it is not convenient for him to stay here for too long, but if Tan Junda doesn't leave, it will be difficult for him to leave, so after thirty or forty minutes, Jiang Zhihao took the initiative to say that he had something to do at home and wanted to leave first.
Naturally, Song Kanglai would not refuse this request, and happily sent Jiang Zhihao to the door of the hotel.
Although the time of getting acquainted was short, Jiang Zhihao's words and deeds in these few dozen minutes left a very good impression on people.
At this moment, Song Kanglai was very sure that the previous Boston lobster was probably a pure misunderstanding.
But how could such a person be reduced to making a living by selling lobsters?
"Did Mr. Jiang drive here? Do you need me to ask the driver to take you there?" Song Kanglai asked politely.
"It's okay, I'll just drive them." Tan Junda said.
"Why did you drive when you were drunk? Weiwei and I can just take a taxi." Jiang Zhihao said.
"Weiwei" was heard, something she hadn't heard for a long time, and Zhong Jiawei suddenly felt her heart beat a little faster.
At this time, Jiang Zhihao suddenly thought of several keywords in his mind.
The general manager of Yuye Hotel died in a car accident.
He looked at Song Kanglai suddenly, clearly remembering one of the news that had been circulating in the city for a long time in his mind.
Just today, when Song Kanglai was driving home, he lost control of the vehicle and crashed into the moat, eventually drowning.
This matter was reported in the news for several days, and many people talked about it with great interest. Jiang Zhihao also heard about it from others later. When he first met Song Kang, he didn't remember it.
Now when I listen to Song Kang talk about cars, I think of this.
Without much hesitation, Jiang Zhihao said to Song Kanglai: "Mr. Song, I wonder if you believe in evil?"