Good Morning, Mr. President!

Jing Yanchen was over-excited, and finally calmed down after taking a sedative, and fell asleep quietly.

Yu Zeyao drove the vehicle to the Vice Presidential Palace. Along the way, Jingyu has remained quiet. And the man beside him was always silent, not saying a word.

This silence made Jing Yu's heart more uneasy. She didn't ask anything at all--something would always come. Subconsciously she hopes to come later.

Even in the Spring Festival, there are still people in the Vice President's Palace. Seeing them coming back, the housekeeper had already greeted him with enthusiasm, but the two men who responded to him had heavy hearts.

Jing Yu changed her shoes and finally took the lead to say, "I'm tired today, so I'll go upstairs and sleep."

Yu Zeyao nodded.

Jingyu went back to his room alone. In fact, it's been a long time since I slept in this room alone. They have never separated from bed since he last discussed with her so seriously about having a child.

Sleeping together for a long time, most of her pajamas moved to his room. The toiletries in the bathroom were already empty-they had arrived in his room unconsciously.

No way, temporarily asked the maid to get a new set of toiletries. When commanded, her voice didn't go down. Yu Zeyao, who had just come upstairs, heard her words clearly, but didn't bother.

It is conceivable that she slept in her room tonight, he defaulted.

After washing and lying on the bed, he never felt a little sleepy. In my mind, my father was just excited in the hospital for a long time.

After lying for three full hours, I never felt sleepy. It seemed to be used to having such a person around him, and suddenly he was empty and uncomfortable. In the end, she turned up and got up ...

She opened the door.

This point is already eleven o'clock.

Because it was the Spring Festival, everyone in the villa had left early, and there were no lights in the house, and there was a dark piece. Jing Yu reached out and touched the light switch on the wall, but before his hand touched it, his wrist was caught by a warm palm.

She froze for a moment.

The next moment, a force pulled her into her arms.

The body crashed into the solid embrace of the man, and the smell of alcohol permeated the air.

"Did you drink?" She asked, more and more certain. He hasn't touched tobacco and alcohol for a long time, but tonight everything is out of the ordinary.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" He didn't answer.

"I can't sleep, I want to go down and pour a glass of water."

In the dark space, each other's features are not clear to each other, but the complex and deep emotions in his eyes are so clear that it makes people feel faint.

"How about you? Why didn't you sleep?"

Yu Zeyao was holding her waist in both hands, and her thumb was gently capped on her waist, silent for a long time, and she only said, "I am hungry, will I cook?"

"Yes. But you have to let me turn on the lights first. I can't go so dark."

Yu Zeyao let go of her hand, and she turned on the whole house's light. The light was dazzling, narrowing her eyes uncomfortably. When he opened it again, he found that he was looking at him upright.

Jing Yu smiled, "Mr. Vice President, today is the Spring Festival, but I didn't even have dinner. Is it too sad?"

"You cook yourself, not shabby."

Jing Yu walked downstairs, and turned to talk to him, "I never cook before. Since my dad ..."

He paused slightly before continuing: "Since my dad's accident, I have started to learn how to do this. Jin Nian always said that my cooking skills were terrible, and I don't seem to have the talent for this."

"It's up to me."

"You?" Jing Yu looked at him in surprise.

Then he really appeared in the kitchen around an apron. He usually wore a suit and leather shoes, and now he was wearing a shirt, holding his shirt sleeves and an apron, but it was not too funny.

Jing Yu looked inexplicably warm.

"I remember you've never been in the kitchen."

"It's true." Yu Zeyao ignited smoothly. "These were all learned when I was young.

Jing Yu was also surprised. If you see this pair of servants and housekeepers, your eyes will fall. However, she was deeply skeptical of his technique.

"Isn't Tong Gong more reliable than my temporary worker?"

Yu Zeyao only gave her one look and was very confident.

"Stand so far, it's better to come and give me a hand." Yu Zeyao opened the refrigerator and talked to her while talking to her. The water was boiling over the fire.

Jing Yu stood behind him, tiptoeing into the refrigerator, "What else can I eat?"

"What do you want?" He looked down at her. "Noodles, porridge, soup? What do you eat tonight?"

"It was just in the hospital at night. It was okay, but now I'm a bit hungry." Jing Yu's hand reached into the refrigerator from under his arm and took out a few tomatoes. "You take two eggs, we Make it simpler, tomato eggs. "

Having said that, he turned to look at him again, "Will you?"

"No, but you can try it."

Jing Yu was looking forward to his finished product. He also searched for a recipe on his mobile phone and put it in front of him. She turned to cook porridge.

The original quiet kitchen suddenly became lively.

This is the first time that Jingyu has been so deserted for the Chinese New Year, and it is also the first time that there is no father, and Jingrong is not around; however, she does not feel lonely, but is inexplicably upset.

As if these warmth and happiness, in a blink of an eye, it will slowly fade away from her life.

"What's going on?" Yu Zeyao just poured the oil into the pot, and looked down to find her gone.

Jing Yu was called back by him. He looked up at him, his eyelashes fanned, and suddenly he tipped his toes and kissed his lips. He drank tonight with the smell of alcohol on his lips.

She just kissed like this and backed away. However, such a small gesture made the man's eyes tight and his eyes hot. He clasped her chin and pulled her towards himself. The thin lips covered her lips, which she had just pursed and then pulled back.

He didn't retreat like her, instead, his lips were grinding on her lips, and the tongue stained with alcohol pried open her shells, which touched her hot and delicate tongue.

Jingyu's eyelashes were trembling terribly, and she was holding an egg in her hand, and reminded me twice. She was picked up by the man and set aside. The next moment, her body was easily lifted by the man and hugged to the glass platform. She gasped for breath, but before she could return, the man clasped her back with his big palm, pressed her small face down, and kissed madly again.

The kiss was so deep that she sucked her tongue, as if to swallow her whole body with her soul into her body, and to hold her thoroughly.

Probably the fire beside her was burning all the time, she felt hot and uncomfortable.