Jiang Zhihao really wanted to find a topic, but Zhong Jiawei always acted very perfunctory and resistant, leaving him not sure where to start.
The driver looked at them through the rearview mirror from the front and asked: "You two, have you figured out where to go? I don't even know where to drive."
Jiang Zhihao looked at Zhong Jiawei and said, "Shall I see you off first?"
According to the previous situation, Zhong Jiawei should refuse at this moment, but this time, she did not do so and said to the taxi driver: "Go to Yong'an 4th Lane."
"Okay." The taxi driver responded.
When Jiang Zhihao heard this address, he felt happy. If he remembered correctly, this should be the wedding room of his brother-in-law Zhong Jiaxi.
Apparently, Zhong Jiawei and Lingling live there.
Zhong Jiawei took the initiative to tell her address, which showed that her dislike for Jiang Zhihao was no longer so deep in her heart. Otherwise, she would never reveal her current residence.
Jiang Zhihao knew this very well. He did not get carried away and just sat quietly in the car.
When they arrived at Yong'an Alley 4, the taxi stopped. Zhong Jiawei got out of the car, and while opening the door, she said to Jiang Zhihao: "Don't talk nonsense to others in the future. Don't you think it's too superstitious?"
In Zhong Jiawei's mind, Jiang Zhihao performed well today. The biggest problem was that he finally persuaded Song Kanglai not to take the car.
Don’t you think it’s a bit too much to say something like an advantage and a curse when you don’t even know what kind of car they have and you’re not familiar with them?
It was because Jiang Zhihao had gained face today, otherwise Zhong Jiawei wouldn't even bother to say this reminder.
After that, Zhong Jiawei got off the car and left.
Jiang Zhihao glanced at the entrance of the alley, then at Zhong Jiawei who had already walked in quickly. Finally, he sighed slightly and did not follow.
The relationship between the two people is now at best like a thousand-year iceberg that has melted. If you break in forcefully, you will only get a bloody head.
The days are still long, Jiang Zhihao is not in a hurry.
After riding home, Jiang Zhihao quickly accelerated the work that he had not completed before.
After sorting out the fruits and ingredients, a small truck was called and delivered to the pedestrian street.
It was already three o'clock in the afternoon. In the hot summer, there were not many people on the pedestrian street. At least it was much less than the bustling crowds in the peak season.
Without thinking much, Jiang Zhihao took out the ice crusher, paid for the power supply from a nearby store, and started making ice.
The novelty of fruit fishing quickly attracted some people passing by.
A hard day has begun.
In the Yuye Hotel, Song Kanglai came to the underground garage after his lunch break, accompanied by his secretary.
He walked up to his Mercedes-Benz S-Class as a habit, and his secretary quickly reminded him: "Mr. Song, Mr. Tan told you not to take this car at noon."
"Do you believe this too?" Song Kanglai turned around and asked.
The secretary shook his head and said, "Mr. Song doesn't believe it, and I certainly don't believe it either. But Mr. Tan has said it, and I'm afraid he will be unhappy if he knows you didn't listen."
If it were just Jiang Zhihao, Song Kanglai would definitely ignore it, but with Tan Junda in mind, he gave up his plan to take this car after thinking about it for a while.
"Go and bring the hotel's business car," Song Kanglai said.