A world for two?

Is this a date?

"Ah? What about my son?"

Chen Mengyao was ready to make a move.

"What are you afraid of? We are under guard. Do you think anyone would dare to attack our manor?"

Tang Xiaobao smiled and said, "Don't worry about it. Let's find a restaurant, have a candlelight dinner, go to the movies, and then go shopping with you. How about that?"

Chen Mengyao blinked, somewhat moved: "Really?"

"certainly."

"All right."

Chen Mengyao added, "Please help me change my appearance. If I go out like this, people will watch me. That's not good. It's rare for you to spend time with me, I don't want to be disturbed."

She no longer has the demeanor of a queen. She looks like a little girl in love, with a face full of happiness and intoxication.

Tang Xiaobao naturally had no objection. This small request was just met.

But today, Shen Mengyao was very demanding. She couldn't be too beautiful or too ugly. In short, Tang Xiaobao spent a full half hour before finally satisfying Shen Mengyao.

She still looks beautiful now, but not particularly outstanding.

Tang Xiaobao probably had it planned in advance, and actually took Chen Mengyao to find a couple's restaurant.

There are no private rooms here, only elegant seats, separated by screens and curtains that can be drawn from the outside. It is quite quiet. There is a bottle on the table with a few fresh red roses in it. The lighting is ambiguous and the decoration is very elegant. There is a professional pianist playing the piano, and the music is full of romance.

Chen Mengyao was very satisfied with this. As soon as she sat down, her eyes lit up and she praised him, "You still have some conscience. We have known each other for so long, and you have never been so romantic."

"This is my fault, hehe."

Tang Xiaobao admitted it.

He ordered a bottle of red wine, which was probably worth tens of thousands of yuan. In Ba City, because of the Shenlong Group, there would be dignitaries from all over the world coming here from time to time, so it was not too difficult to buy better red wine. Compared with previous years, this was an overall improvement.

Drinking red wine, the two of them were intoxicated without saying a word.

After a while, Chen Mengyao listened to the music intently. When the song ended, she was a little moved and asked, "How was your piano playing?"

"It's okay."

Tang Xiaobao touched his nose.

"What do you mean by okay? I know you're a master at playing the piano. How about you play a song for me?

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Chen Mengyao looked at Tang Xiaobao with her chin in her hand, obsessed.

Tang Xiaobao was embarrassed: "Is it not a good idea for me to play it?"

"Why, you don't want to? Then forget it, I won't force you."

Having said that, Chen Mengyao's mouth was already curled up.

It was obvious that she was unhappy.

"Okay, okay, I'll go discuss it with the musician."

Tang Xiaobao immediately agreed.

He went out and walked towards the musician.

The pianist is Zeng Sheng, from Tianhai City. He is a well-known pianist in China. He was able to come to Bazhong only because his boss was willing to invest money. He is not there often, and only comes to perform occasionally after performances.

Because of his presence, there are still many customers who come here because of his reputation, so he is naturally very arrogant.

Fortunately, he is well-educated.

"Hello."

Tang Xiaobao greeted with a smile.

"Hello, sir, what can I do for you?"

Zeng Sheng asked.

Tang Xiaobao touched his nose and said a little embarrassedly: "Can you help me, my wife wants to listen to a song——"

"Oh, so that's how it is. It doesn't matter. I can play any song you want to hear right away."

Although he is famous, Zeng Sheng is still very dedicated.

He has encountered many such things.

Many wealthy people who come here because of his reputation will ask him to order songs, but they have to pay extra for ordering songs, and they have to give him a tip of one thousand yuan for each song. The boss will not get a commission from this money, so he is happy to see it happen.

Tang Xiaobao felt even more embarrassed and said, "No, my wife wanted me to play a song for her."

"you--?"

Zeng Sheng immediately frowned and said, "Sir, do you know who I am?"

Tang Xiaobao said honestly: "I'm not sure."

Zeng Sheng's expression turned a little ugly.

"No wonder. It seems like this is your first time here. Let me tell you, if a customer orders a song when dining here, they need to pay an additional 1,000 yuan. I'm from Tianhai, and my name is Zeng Sheng."

Tang Xiaobao was puzzled.

So what if you are Zeng Sheng?

Never heard of it.

Isn’t it just money?

Nothing is more important than your wife’s mood.

He directly from the wallet

He took out a stack of money and handed it to Zeng Sheng without counting it: "This money should be enough, I will pay the money, but I will play it."

This stack of money is at least three or four thousand.

Zeng Sheng was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

You are really persistent.

However, he really couldn't refuse.

By fulfilling Tang Xiaobao's small wish, he can get benefits worth several thousand yuan. This is a good deal no matter how you look at it.

But he was still a little dissatisfied.

He is a pianist. Even if he is not the top one, he is well-known. At least in the city of Bazhong, when it comes to playing the piano, there is definitely no one better than him.

"Is that a problem? If it's not enough, I can pay more."

After Tang Xiaobao finished speaking, he took out 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 in the bucket for him and he doesn't feel bad at all.

Money is sometimes a good thing.

Zeng Sheng is such a noble man, and now he is also moved.

He was quite frank and said directly, "It really doesn't make sense not to make money when you can, but if you need it, I can play for you. My playing level is pretty good."

"I know. I just heard it. It's a good performance. But I'd better do it myself."

Tang Xiaobao smiled.

It was a rare opportunity for him to spend some time alone with Chen Mengyao today. He was in a good mood and was easy to talk to.

Zeng Sheng smiled and gave up his seat.

Tang Xiaobao sat down, closed his eyes, thought for a few seconds, and his fingers on the keys suddenly moved flexibly.

The piano music that followed was extremely smooth, the music was beautiful and full of artistic conception, as if one could imagine many beautiful pictures.

This is how it sounds to an outsider.

But Zeng Sheng, an expert, was dumbfounded, his eyes full of shock and amazement.

This piece of music is extremely difficult, and even he would find it difficult to play it to this level. The key is that the artistic conception of this piece of music is so beautiful and profound that he almost indulges in it.

His face flushed, a little ashamed.

Thinking that he looked down on Tang Xiaobao just now, it seems that Tang Xiaobao's comment that he played the piano well was really a compliment to him.

He felt that compared with Tang Xiaobao, he was just an elementary school student who had not yet started, while Tang Xiaobao was a doctoral student. The gap between the two was really too huge.