Chapter 378

Wen Shishi set an alarm clock at six, but he didn't use it.

She can't sleep.

The quality of the hotel is very high, although it is not a very good room, it is also very quiet. The mattress and pillow are very comfortable, the quilt is soft and inflated, the curtain is tightly pulled by her, and there is no light outside.

It's almost a perfect sleeping environment, but Wen Shishi still keeps his eyes open until dawn.

Maybe

The room number 2307 is really magical.

Destined to make people unable to sleep.

I don't know if it's a coincidence that the furnishings and design of this room are very similar to that of the Hilton Hotel.

Similar to closing her eyes, she seems to be able to feel that there is a warm chest beside her that she can rely on. As soon as she looks up, she can see the white forehead mask on his face.

She suddenly regretted that she should change her room tonight. Maybe in the bed of room 2306, she could have a good night's sleep.

At half past five in the morning, Wen Shishi got up.

She washed her hands first, went to the kitchen to cook the porridge, washed the rice, put it into boiling water to boil, and then changed the low heat to continue to cook slowly.

While cooking porridge, she took a bath and put on a light makeup.

Three years later, although she is no longer a make-up artist, but the make-up technology is still not abandoned, a few strokes, her eyes full of fatigue has disappeared, replaced by beautiful and charming.

She is almost deliberately escaping from her past. She forces herself not to like light makeup and simple clothing. She still tries to put on European style makeup, and then dress gracefully without losing charm.

Fortunately, her mother gave her a good foundation, no matter how tossing is not ugly.

Wen Shishi looked in the mirror and gave her a big smile.

It's all over, Miranda.

When I got back to the kitchen, the rice was soft and thick with boiling water. Wen Shi Shi chopped the green vegetables and lean meat into pieces, then put them in, and then seasoned them.

Knock knock -

the door is knocked.

Is it my little uncle?

When Wen Shishi opened the door, he was surprised.

It's the man who paid for her in the supermarket last night. Today, he changed into a pure black sportswear, wearing a sports watch and bracelet, with a slight sweat on his forehead.

"Hi, good morning." He said hello to her.

Wen's reply is somewhat passive: "morning Can I help you? "

The man chuckled: "I'm sorry, I just came back from the morning run. Europeans are really lazy. I haven't met a breakfast seller after ten kilometers, but I smell the smell of porridge when I go up to the 23rd floor. I want to say Can I buy you a bowl? "

Men are polite and restrained.

And this man gives her the feeling that she is very noble. She must be from a very good family and lack of money.

In any case, last night, people helped themselves. She refused politely, so she politely let people into the room: "come on in, the porridge will be better if it is cooked again."

"Thank you."

The man leaned over and came in, unconsciously looking at the room: "the layout here..."

Wen Shishi has entered the kitchen, gently stirring the stewed porridge with a spoon: "what do you say?"

"I said the layout here is very scientific," the man's face is still wearing a light smile: "people feel very home."

Home?

"Is it very similar to your own bedroom?"

"You can say that," the man pointed to the sofa in the living room. "Can I sit down for a while?"

Wen Shishi nodded: "of course. By the way, I was in such a hurry last night that I forgot to ask, "what should I call you?"

"Leslie," he said in a deep voice, "just call me Leslie."

"Yes, Mr. Leslie."

Wen Shishi took out a few pieces of paper and wiped her hands. She said with a slight apology, "I'm sorry, Mr. Leslie. I haven't prepared any extra bowls. Can I serve you porridge in a disposable paper cup?"

In fact, she didn't buy a bowl at all last night.

It's all disposable cups.

Leslie nodded: "yes, thank you."

Both of them are Chinese, but when they speak, they keep a little bit of westerner's way of talking. Whether they are apologizing or thanking, they are full of Western flavor.

Maybe they live abroad for a long time?

Wen Shixiang.

It's just a chance meeting. Why worry about it.

Her past is so much that she has filled her life in the past 30 years. There is no more space for a stranger who has only met one side.

After the meeting of a bowl of porridge, maybe I will never see it in my life.

Wen Shishi filled a bowl of lean meat porridge with a paper cup and handed it to him: "sorry, there is no spoon.""It doesn't matter. You can drink it like this."

Wen Shishi nodded and went to the kitchen to serve himself.

"Oh..." Wen Shishi exclaimed and threw away the paper cup.

Leslie heard the news and rushed in immediately: "what's the matter?"

Wen Shishi was a little embarrassed: "it's OK. It's just that I was scalded by accident. The opening of the paper cup is a little small. It's not very good."

Leslie grabbed her scalded hand and washed it under the tap.

The cold water column washes down, the ice she nearly loses consciousness.

"Mr. Leslie I can do it myself... "

But the man seems to turn a deaf ear, still holding her fingers in the cold water for several minutes, until the slight red slowly turned white, then let her go.

"Immediately flush with ice water for three minutes after scalding, which can effectively relieve the burn symptoms." He said.

Wen Shishi was a little stunned. He shook the water on his hand and nodded with a dry smile: "Mr. Leslie knows this very well. Thank you very much."

"I've read a lot of books and related literature on burns, and I've consulted a lot of doctors." He said.

"You Have your family ever been scalded? "

"Yes, my wife." Mr. Leslie nodded: "she died in a big fire. I've had nightmares for three years. Every time she struggled in the fire, she reached out to me and asked me to save her and her children If I could have gone earlier then, she might not have died

Wen Shishi's heart: "sorry, I'm really sorry."

"It's OK. Do you feel better?"

Wen Shishi holds his scalded hand, it seems that he is still unconscious, but he has no hot feeling after being scalded.

"Your method works."

"That's good." The man bypassed her, went into the kitchen, and helped her with a cup of porridge: "be careful with the hot."

Wen Shishi took it in both hands: "thank you."

"I should thank you. This is your porridge. I just enjoy it."