Chapter 219

The sound of water stops in the bathroom. Jing Jihan puts on his clothes and buttons up his shirt one by one. Meanwhile, he looks down at the floor mirror in the bath room.

The tooth mark on his shoulder, which had been bitten by Shi Su, was still slightly red, though it had no blood.

Because of the hasty biting and irregular marks, it happened that the tooth marks were in the same position as those left by the woman on his shoulder on that dark and messy night five years ago.

Even when biting down the strength and way are the same.

When Su had changed her clothes outside, she heard the doorbell ring and asked subconsciously, "who?"

Jing Jihan buttoned up his shirt and went out. The bathroom was very close to the door, so he opened the door directly.

The staff of the hotel pushed the dining car in with two bottles of top-quality Lafite wine. They nodded respectfully to Jing Jihan and then went out.

When Sue poked her head to the door and saw the dining car: "I thought you were going to take me out to eat."

"You are in this state, can you go out?" Jing Jihan closes the door and pushes the dining car. At the same time, he glimpses that although Su's clothes have been changed, her half dry hair is scattered behind her shoulders, and she looks very good.

Today, Sue really has the upper hand, but she is much better than usual.

He sat down by the bed with a look of waiting for feeding.

At the same time, I noticed that the shirt on Jing Jihan's body was also the shirt of Dior's family, which seemed to be a couple's style with her.

However, it seems that he seldom wears this kind of luxury brand that can be seen on the street. She has noticed before that Jing Jihan's clothes are mostly made by hand by some top foreign designers, and there are few obvious brand marks. However, any shirt of his own is more expensive than his tens of thousands of Dior shirt, although Dior is also very good-looking, This one is the most gentlemanly and low-key one among the luxury brands of men's wear, which suits him very well.

The man just stood there, the sky was higher and the clouds were wider than the calm and indifference between his actions.

"The back kitchen of this hotel is average, and most of the restaurants nearby are provided by the hospital." Jing Jihan put the dining car in front of her: "there is not too much to order, just eat a little."

Shi Su is curious about how simple it is to eat what Jing Jihan says.

Rice porridge as tasteless as when she was at home?

But now she's so hungry that even porridge is open to all.

He reached for the heat preservation cover on the dining car and saw a portion of mushroom and chicken porridge, hibiscus egg soup, lotus root and spareribs soup, bean curd and mandarin fish, plus two bottles of good red wine and Paris water.

It's called simple eating?

Z City, a small tourist city, has no special food for the time being. Most of them are from Jiangshi. Apart from delicacies, the best home dishes are nothing more than these.

Although it's all simple and easy to digest food, it's definitely not simple at all, OK?

"Then I'll eat it?" When Su picked up the tableware, looked up at the dining car, looking down at his man.

"Don't eat is sent in to you dry watch?" Jing Jihan poured a glass of Paris water.

When Su lowered his head and began to nibble a piece of spareribs, Jing Jihan was right. The kitchen in this hotel is really ordinary.

Although the taste is delicious, it is far worse than the braised pork chops that Jing Jihan made in her home.

When Su Wuwu ate for a while, suddenly she looked at the red wine on the dining car and saw the Lafite letter on it. Her eyes lit up.

"Want to drink?"

She raised her eyes: "can't you drink it?"

"Raffi's from the hotel. You're hurt."

It's not a total refusal for a man to stop talking. After all, drinking less red wine really has no effect.

While filling her mouth with egg soup, Shi Su looked at the two bottles of red wine. She didn't see the year and didn't think it was too expensive. She still wanted to drink it, but she hesitated for a moment, didn't say anything, and lowered her head to continue eating.

Maybe the desire in her eyes was too obvious just now. She knew that she would not get drunk if she drank less of this kind of wine, but she seldom wanted to drink it.

She is lowering her head to fight with the ribs when she suddenly hears the opening of the wine bottle. When she bites the ribs and raises her head, Jing Jihan has poured half a glass of red wine into the goblet instead of the glass of Paris water.

"Drink less and sleep more soundly at night." The man put down the bottle of red wine, the action looks natural, as if so indulge her, accustomed to her is a common thing.

When Su quickly picked up the goblet to taste, the taste is excellent, semi sweet taste hidden in the good taste of first-class red wine, a satisfied.

"You don't want a drink?" Sue glanced at him.

Always feel today in this kind of too messy and unprepared circumstances to open the words, Jing Jihan even if just standing there motionless, calm and direct eyes looking at her, she felt very inexplicably dry.

Jing Jihan: "I only have one room."

Shi Su: "what is it?"

"There's no plan to open another one tonight." The man's voice is low and sultry: "red wine is also wine. Are you sure you want me to drink it?"

“……”

"Shi Su, am I being too restrained? You are too safe with me?"

Shi Su: "cough --"

Suddenly choked by a mouthful of red wine, she grabbed the chopsticks and stuffed a mouthful of mushroom and chicken porridge into her mouth.

But she coughed originally a little pale face, now floating on the suspicious red halo, Jing Jihan did not speak again, looking at her eyes, dark like midnight sea, calm, but unfathomable.

While eating, Su moved away from her sight and raised her hand to touch the wound on her forehead. She reminded him that she was still a patient.

Jing Jihan reached over and pressed her head: "does the wound hurt?"

"OK, hiss, don't touch..."

Jing Jihan took back his hand: "go to the hospital tomorrow morning, don't resist the doctor."

"Oh."

"How many times have I helped you with the medicine?" The man dropped her hair down on her forehead and looked down at her. She looked at her with a low eye. "I still know what to do with a wolf spray. I have a good sense of crisis, but I still have to hurt myself."

She didn't want to.

Shi yunyin's mother and daughter want her life, and Chu Shangdong's son wants her life. She can still live so tenaciously. She really wants to eat here with her life. Of course, she has to admit that if it wasn't for Jing Jihan, she still doesn't know where she would be.

……

Shi Su's state of mind today is much better than that of normal. Not long after the meal, although she only drank half a glass of red wine, it has some effect. She leans by the bed and soon falls asleep again. Now she is more stable than when she fell asleep with the quilt rolled up just now.

Jing Jihan holds the person up, puts it flat in the middle of the bed, covers the quilt, and caresses the wound wrapped with gauze on her forehead. Although there is no injury, it is obviously red and swollen. Without words, it is enough to see how cruel the scene of her being hit by her head against the door in the car is.