Chapter 219 Mr. Jing only opened one room

  The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, Jing Jihan put on his clothes, buttoned up his shirt one by one, and glanced sideways at the floor mirror in the bathroom.

  The tooth mark on the shoulder that was bitten by Shi Su, although bloodshot was gone, but it was still slightly red.

  The marks were irregular because of the rush of the bite, but it happened that this tooth mark was in the same position as the tooth mark that the woman left on his shoulder on the dark and messy night five years ago.

  Even the same force and way of biting down.

  Shi Su had already changed clothes outside. Hearing the doorbell ringing, he subconsciously asked: "Who?"

  Jing Jihan buttoned his shirt and walked out. The bathroom was very close to the door, and he opened the door smoothly.

  The hotel staff pushed in the dining car and also presented two bottles of good Lafite red wine, nodded respectfully to Jing Jihan, and then retreated.

  Shi Su poked his head to look in front of the door, and caught a glimpse of 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 closed the door and pushed the dining trolley over. At the same time, he caught a glimpse of Su's clothes, but his half-dry hair was scattered behind his shoulders, and he looked very well-behaved.

  Today, Su did have the upper hand because of his unwillingness, but he was much more obedient than usual.

  Sitting on the edge of the bed honestly, with an expression waiting to be fed.

  At the same time, noticed that the shirt on Jing Jihan's body was also the shirt of the dior family, and this one on her seemed to be a couple's style.

However, it seems that he rarely wears such luxury brands that are commonly seen on the streets. She has noticed before that most of Jing Jihan wears custom-made models handmade by some top foreign designers, and there are few overly obvious brand signs. , But any shirt he himself is more expensive than the tens of thousands of dollars of the dior shirt on his body, I don’t know how many times more expensive it is. Although the dior is also very good-looking, he is now the most gentleman and low-key of the men’s luxury brands. Style, very suitable for him.

  This man just stood there, the sky is not as high as the clouds and the calmness of his gestures.

   "The back kitchen of this hotel is average, and the neighborhood is mostly small restaurants supporting hospitals." Jing Jihan put the dining car in front of her: "If you don't order too much, just eat a little."

  Shi Su was curious about how easy it was to eat a bit simpler as Jing Jihan said.

  Rice porridge as dull and tasteless like in her house?

  However, she is so hungry now that even porridge is the same, and no one refuses to come.

   Reached out and picked up the heat preservation cover on the dining car, and saw a piece of shiitake mushroom chicken porridge, hibiscus egg custard, lotus root rib soup, stuffed tofu and hualan mandarin fish, plus two bottles of good red wine and Paris water.

  This is called simple eating?

  Z City, a small tourist town, has no special food for the time being. Most of them are from Jiangshi. Apart from the delicacies of mountains and seas, these are the best home-cooked dishes.

  Although they are indeed foods that look simple and easy to digest, they are definitely not simple at all, okay?

   "Then I have to eat?" Shi Su picked up the cutlery and looked up at the man looking at him condescendingly beside the dining car.

   "Is it sent in for you to watch if you don't eat?" Jing Jihan poured a glass of Paris water.

  Shi Su lowered his head and directly clamped a piece of spare ribs and started to nibble. Jing Jihan was right. The chef in this hotel was indeed average.

  Although it tastes very delicious, it is really far from the braised short ribs Jing Jihan made at her home.

   When Su Wuwu ate for a while, he suddenly turned his eyes to the red wine on the dining car, saw the Lafite letters above, and his eyes lighted up.

   "Want to drink?"

  She raised her eyes: "Can't you drink?"

   "Lafite was delivered by the hotel, you have injuries."

  The man’s words stop at the end, not a complete rejection, after all, drinking less red wine really has no effect.

  Shi Su looked at the two bottles of red wine while stuffing the egg custard in his mouth. He didn't see the vintage, and it didn't feel too expensive. He still wanted to drink it, but he hesitated for a while, did not speak, and continued to eat.

  Probably the desire in her eyes was too obvious. She knew that this kind of wine would not be drunk by drinking less, but it was rare to want to drink a little.

  She was lowering her head to fight with the ribs, and suddenly heard the movement of opening the wine bottle. When she finished biting the ribs and raised her head, Jing Jihan had already poured half a glass of red wine in the goblet to replace the glass of Paris water.

   "Drink less and sleep more peacefully at night." The man put down the red wine bottle, and acted naturally as if to indulge her in such a commonplace.

  Shisu quickly picked up the goblet and took a sip. The taste was great. The semi-sweet taste hides the good taste of fine red wine, which is satisfying.

  "Don't you drink something?" Shi Su glanced at him.

  I always feel that after speaking out in such a messy and unprepared situation today, even if Jing Jihan just stood there motionless and looked at her calmly and directly, she felt that her whole body was inexplicably dry.

  Jing Jihan: "I only opened one room."

  Shisu: "?"

   "I don't plan to open a second room tonight." The man said in a low voice, sultry Shen: "Red wine is also wine, are you sure you want me to drink it?"

  "……"

   "Shisu, am I too restrained, you are too safe with me?"

   Shisu: "Ahem--"

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

  It happened that her coughing face was slightly pale, and now a suspicious blush appeared. Jing Jihan did not speak any more. Looking at her, her eyes were dark like the midnight sea, calm and unfathomable, but unfathomable.

  Shi Su looked away while eating, and while eating, he raised his hand and touched the wound on his forehead, silently reminding him that he was still a sick person.

  Jing Jihan stretched out his hand and pressed her head: "The wound hurts?"

   "It's okay, hiss, don't touch..."

  Jing Jihan retracted his hand: "Go to the hospital for an examination tomorrow morning. Don't resist the doctor anymore."

"Oh."

"Is this the first time I have given you medicine?" The man dangled her hair that was attached to her forehead, and looked down at her: "I also know that I carry an anti-wolf spray with me. I have a good sense of crisis, but It is still inevitable that major injuries and minor injuries will add to the body. When will I feel relieved?

  She didn't want to be like this.

Shi Yunyin’s mother and daughter wanted her life, and Chu Shangdong’s son wanted her life. She could still live so tough, sitting here to eat without dying, and she really had to rely on her own fate. Of course, she had to admit that if it weren't for Jing Jihan today, she still didn't know where she would be.

  ……

Shi Su’s mental state today is much worse than usual. Not long after the meal, although he only drank half a glass of red wine, it was somewhat useful. He fell asleep after leaning on the bed for a while, and now it’s better than before. The quilt was a little more stable when it fell asleep.

Jing Jihan picked up the person, lay it flat in the middle of the bed, covered it with a quilt, and stroked the area around the wound wrapped in gauze on his forehead. Although there was no injury, the redness and swelling were obvious, and it was enough without verbal expression. I could see how cruel she was when she was hit by the door with her head in the car.

  (End of this chapter)