The man who was driving the car got out of the car and smiled at Zhong Jiawei: "Ms. Zhong, we just want to come here to eat French food. Do you want to come together?"
"No, it's not very convenient." Jiang Zhihao refused directly.
Combined, he has lived for more than a hundred years in his past and present lives. It is impossible to see that this man has any plans for Zhong Jiawei. The one in the back row should be his wife. In front of his wife, the man obviously does not dare to do anything too obvious.
But the words between the lines, as well as the subconscious movements of his hands and feet, fully proved his thoughts.
Jiang Zhihao's refusal made the man startled, and then the smile on his face disappeared. He looked at Zhong Jiawei and asked, "Who is this?"
Zhong Jiawei did not deny anything and answered frankly: "He is my husband Jiang Zhihao, and this is Mr. Pei Anhe, Xiaohu's father."
"Oh, it turns out he's Miss Zhong's husband, but I haven't seen him much before. Didn't he say he works out of town?" Pei Anhe asked.
Zhong Jiawei looked a little embarrassed. When she was sending Lingling to school, she was asked about her husband. She didn't want to talk more, so she randomly found an excuse, saying that she didn't come back from work in other places.
Now that Pei Anhe said this in person, she didn't know how to answer the question.
Jiang Zhihao didn't show anything strange, and said, "I just came back. Since Mr. Pei is here for dinner, there won't be any further delay. You can go in first."
"Aren't Mr. Jiang and Miss Zhong going?" Pei Anhe asked.
Jiang Zhihao looked at Zhong Jiawei. Zhong Jiawei understood what he meant. If you don't like the atmosphere here, just change the place.
She wanted to grit her teeth and say to eat somewhere else, but the woman who got out of the car immediately said, "Husband, please don't make things difficult for Miss Zhong. The per capita consumption here is less than 1,000 yuan, and Miss Zhong is not like
We are so extravagant and wasteful, we don’t feel bad if we eat two or three thousand for a meal. Miss Zhong, am I right?"
This woman sounded like she was talking to Miss Zhong, but everyone could hear the sense of superiority hidden in her words.
Zhong Jiawei looked even more embarrassed because she was really reluctant to eat such expensive food.
At this time, Jiang Zhihao came over and held her hand, then looked at the woman and said, "Don't be embarrassed, we are indeed here to eat. In that case, let's go in together."
Zhong Jiawei glanced at him, Jiang Zhihao nodded slightly, and the force in his hand was a little stronger, which gave her the confidence to persist.
Considering that Jiang Zhihao had just earned more than one million from selling circuit boards, even if he was extravagant once in a while, it would not be an exaggeration.
Zhong Jiawei gritted her teeth and followed Jiang Zhihao's footsteps towards the restaurant.
The boy named Xiaohu was walking beside his mother, making faces at Lingling from time to time and saying, "Your mother rides a battery car."
This made Ling Ling so angry that if Jiang Zhihao hadn't pulled her away, she would have definitely gone over and knocked her to the ground and gave her a beating.
Despite her small size, Lingling is actually quite ferocious. Few children her age can match her. Sometimes Jiang Zhihao wonders whether he should sign her up to learn Sanda, karate or something like that.
As a girl, being more skillful is better than being unable to fight back when being bullied.
But according to Zhong Jiawei, if Lingling is so good, if she goes to learn karate, she won’t beat people to death? How will she find a boyfriend in the future?
Girls need to learn something quiet, such as dancing, painting, playing the piano, etc.
Jiang Zhihao was noncommittal about this. Different outlooks on life will naturally lead to different plans for the future.
Entering the door of the restaurant, a female waiter wearing white gloves and a black and white professional suit immediately came forward with a sweet smile on her face: "Good evening, do you have any reservations?"
"We have reserved table No. 27 and tonight's set meal No. 3." Pei Anhe showed the information on the mobile APP to the waiter. At the same time, he looked at Jiang Zhihao and asked with a half-smile: