"What are you afraid of? There are people watching over us. Is there anyone who dares to sneak attack our manor?"
Tang Xiaobao smiled and said: "Don't worry so much, how about we find a restaurant, let's have a candlelight dinner, then go to the movies and go shopping with you?"
Shen Mengyao blinked and felt a little moved: "Really?"
"certainly."
"All right."
Shen Mengyao said again: "Please help me disguise myself. If I go out like this, I will be watched by others, which is not good. It is rare for you to accompany me to spend our time together. I don't want to be disturbed by others."
How can she still look like a queen now? She looks just like a little girl in love, with a look of happiness and intoxication on her face.
Tang Xiaobao naturally had no objection. This small request would be satisfied.
It's just that Shen Mengyao was very harsh today. She was too beautiful and too ugly. In short, it took Tang Xiaobao half an hour to finally satisfy Shen Mengyao.
She still looks beautiful now, but not particularly outstanding.
Tang Xiaobao probably had a premeditated plan and actually took Shen Mengyao to a couple's restaurant.
There are no private rooms here, only private seats, which are separated by screens. There are curtains that can be drawn outside, so it is quite quiet. There is a bottle on the table with a few fresh red roses in it. The lighting is very ambiguous and the decoration is very good. It is elegant, with a professional pianist playing the piano, and the music is filled with a romantic atmosphere.
Shen Mengyao was very satisfied with this. As soon as she sat down, her eyes lit up and she praised: "You still have some conscience. We have known each other for so long, but you have never been so romantic."
"It's my fault, hehe."
Tang Xiaobao admitted the account.
He ordered a bottle of red wine, which was probably worth tens of thousands of yuan. In Bacheng, due to the Shenlong Group, there are dignitaries from all over the world here from time to time, so it is not too difficult to buy better red wine. Compared with before, Over the years, this is considerable progress.
Drinking red wine, the two of them felt a little intoxicated without talking.
After a while, Shen Mengyao listened to the music infatuatedly. After the song was over, she felt a little moved and said, "How do you play the piano?"
"It's okay."
Tang Xiaobao touched his nose.
"What's okay? I know that your piano is a master. How about you play a piece of music for me?"
Shen Mengyao held her chin up and looked at Tang Xiaobao in fascination.
Tang Xiaobao was ashamed: "I'm going to play? It's not good, right?"
"Why, don't you want to? Forget it, I won't force you."
Having said that, Shen Mengyao's mouth had already curled up.
Obviously, she was unhappy.
"Okay, okay, I'll go discuss it with the violinist."
Tang Xiaobao immediately agreed.
He went out and went to the violinist.
The pianist's name is Zeng Sheng, who is from Tianhai City and is a relatively well-known pianist in China. He was able to come to Bazhong only because the boss was willing to spend money. Moreover, he is not always there and only occasionally comes to the platform after performances.
Just because he is here, there are still many guests who come here because of his reputation. Naturally, he is very arrogant.
Fortunately, he is fairly well-educated.
"Hello."
Tang Xiaobao greeted with a smile.
"Hello, sir, what's the matter?"
Zeng Sheng asked.
Tang Xiaobao touched his nose and said a little embarrassedly: "Can you help me? My wife wants to listen to a piece of music——"
"Oh, that's it, it doesn't matter. Whatever music you want to listen to, I can play it for you right away."
Although he is famous, Zeng Sheng is still very dedicated.
He encountered this kind of thing quite a lot.
Many rich people who come here to order music will ask him to order music, but if you order music, you have to pay extra, and for each song, you have to pay him a tip of 1,000 yuan. The boss will not get a commission from this money.
Yes, so he is also happy to see it succeed.
Tang Xiaobao became even more embarrassed and said, "No, what my wife means is that she wants to hear me play a song."
"you--?"
Zeng Sheng immediately frowned and said, "Sir, do you know who I am?"
Tang Xiaobao told the truth: "I'm not sure."
Zeng Sheng's face turned a little ugly.
"No wonder, it seems that this is your first time here. Let me tell you. If a guest wants to eat here, he will have to pay another thousand yuan. And I am from Tianhai. My name is Zeng Sheng.
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Tang Xiaobao was baffled.
So what if you are Zeng Sheng?
Never heard of it.
Isn’t it just money?
Why is my wife's mood so important?
He took out a wad of money directly from his wallet and handed it to Zeng Sheng without counting: "This should be enough. I will pay the money, but I will play it."
This stack of money amounts to three to four thousand at least.
Zeng Sheng couldn't laugh or cry.
Really persistent.
However, he really couldn't refuse.
If you fulfill Tang Xiaobao's small wish, you can get thousands of dollars in benefits. No matter how you calculate it, it's a good deal.
However, he was still a little dissatisfied.
He is a pianist. Even if he is not a top-notch player, he is still famous. At least in the city of Bazhong, when it comes to playing the piano, there is absolutely no one better than him.
"Is there any problem? If it's not enough, I can pay for it again."
After Tang Xiaobao finished speaking, he drew another stack of money.
Another few thousand dollars.
He now has so much money that he can't even count it. A few thousand dollars is just a drop of money to him, and he doesn't feel bad at all.
Money is really a good thing sometimes.
Zeng Sheng was such a noble person, and now his heart is moved.
He was quite candid and said directly: "It makes no sense to have money but not to make money, but if you need it, I can help you play. My playing level is not bad."
"I know, I just heard it, and it was played well, but I still have to do it myself."
Tang Xiaobao smiled.
It was rare to spend time with Shen Mengyao in the world of two today. He was in a good mood and talked very well.
Zeng Sheng smiled and gave up his position.
Tang Xiaobao sat down, closed his eyes, and thought for a few seconds. His fingers on the keys suddenly started to move flexibly.
The sound of the piano that followed was extremely smooth, the music was very beautiful, and very artistic, as if I could think of beautiful pictures.
This is what it sounds like to a layman.
But as an expert, Zeng Sheng was dumbfounded now, his eyes full of shock and amazement.
This piece of music is extremely difficult, and even he would have difficulty playing it to this level. The key is that the artistic conception of this piece of music is so beautiful and profound that he almost gets addicted to it.
His face turned red, a little ashamed.
Thinking that just now I looked down on Tang Xiaobao, now it seems that Tang Xiaobao commented that he played well, which really put him in a good position.
He felt that compared with Tang Xiaobao, he was simply a primary school student and had not yet started, while Tang Xiaobao was a doctoral student. The gap between the two was really too big. (To be continued)