One Hundred and Three: The Love Buried by Time (One Hundred and Three)

Jing Chaochen was too excited, and finally calmed down after taking a sedative and fell asleep peacefully.

Yu Zeyao drove Jingyu to the Vice Presidential Palace. Along the way, Jingyu remained quiet. And the man beside him remained silent and didn't say a word.

Such silence made Jingyu's uneasiness grow. But she never asked anything - some things that should come will come. She subconsciously hoped that it could come later.

Even during the Spring Festival, there are still people in the Vice Presidential Palace. Seeing them come back, the housekeeper had already greeted them warmly, but what responded to him was that the two of them were worried.

Jingyu changed his shoes and finally spoke first: "I'm tired today, I'll go upstairs to sleep first."

Yu Zeyao nodded.

Jingyu went back to his room alone. In fact, this is a long time since he slept in this room alone. Since he discussed with her so seriously about having a child last time, they have never slept in separate beds.

After sleeping together for a long time, most of her pajamas were moved to his room. The toiletries in the bathroom were already empty - they had already reached his room without him noticing.

There was no choice but to ask the servant to fetch a new set of toiletries. When she gave the order, her voice was not lowered. Yu Zeyao, who had just gone upstairs, heard her words clearly, but did not ask.

As you can imagine, he acquiesced that she would sleep in her own room tonight.

After washing up, she lay on the bed, but she still did not feel sleepy at all. In her mind, for a long time, she was thinking about her father's excitement in the hospital.

She lay there for three hours, but she still did not feel sleepy. It seemed that she was used to having someone around her, and suddenly she was empty around her, and she was not used to it in every way. Finally, she turned over and got up...

She opened the door.

It was almost eleven o'clock at this time.

Because it was the Spring Festival, everyone else in the villa left early, and the lights were not turned on in the house, and it was pitch black. Jing Yu reached out to the wall to touch the light switch, but before her hand touched it, her wrist was already clasped by a warm big hand.

She was stunned for a moment.

The next moment, she was pulled into his arms by a force.

Her body crashed into the man's solid embrace, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol.

"Have you been drinking?" she asked,

becoming more and more certain of something. He had not touched cigarettes or alcohol for a long time, but tonight was an exception.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" he asked instead of answering.

"I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to go downstairs to get a glass of water."

In the dark space, they couldn't see each other's facial features clearly, but the complex and deep emotions in their eyes were so clear that it made people feel a little painful.

"What about you? Why haven't you slept either?"

Yu Zeyao put his arms around her waist, and his thumb gently rubbed her waist. After a long silence, he only said: "I'm hungry, will you cook?"

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

Yu Zeyao let go of her hand, and turned on the lights in the whole room. The light was dazzling, making her squint uncomfortably. When she opened her eyes again, she found that he was looking straight at her.

Jing Yu smiled, "Mr. Vice President, today is the Spring Festival, but we didn't even have dinner. Isn't that a bit sad?"

"You cook by yourself, it's not shabby."

Jing Yu walked downstairs, turning back to talk to him, "I didn't know how to cook before. Ever since my dad..."

After a slight pause, he continued, "Ever since my dad got into trouble, I started to learn to do these. Jinnian always said that my cooking skills were terrible, and I don't seem to have any talent in this area."

"Then let me do it."

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

Then, he really appeared in the kitchen with an apron. He usually wears a suit and tie, but now he wears a shirt, rolls up his shirt sleeves, and wears an apron, but this look is not too funny.

Jing Yu looked at him and felt a little warm for some reason.

"I remember you have never been in the kitchen."

"Indeed." Yu Zeyao lit the fire smoothly, "These are all learned when I was a child, boy's skills."

Jing Yu was still surprised. If the servants and housekeepers saw this look, they would definitely drop their eyes. However, she was deeply skeptical of his skills.

"Will Tongzi Gong be less reliable than a temporary worker like me?"

Yu Zeyao only gave her a look, very confident.

"Standing so far away, why not come over and help me." Yu Zeyao opened the refrigerator and searched for something while talking to her. He boiled water on the fire to wash the pot.

Jingyu stood behind him, tiptoed into the refrigerator, "Is there anything else to eat?"

"What do you want to eat?" He lowered his head to look at her, "Noodles, porridge, soup? What did you eat at night?"

"I just made a casual meal in the hospital at night. It was fine, but now I'm a little hungry." Jingyu reached into the refrigerator from under his arm and took out a few tomatoes, "You take two eggs, let's make a simpler tomato egg drop."

After that, he turned to look at him again, "Can you do it?"

"I haven't done it, but you can try it."

Jingyu was looking forward to his finished product, and even searched for a recipe on his mobile phone and put it in front of him. She turned around to cook porridge.

The originally quiet kitchen suddenly became lively.

This was the first time Jing Yu had such a lonely New Year, and the first time without her father and Jing Rong by her side; however, she did not feel lonely, but just inexplicably uneasy.

It seemed that all this warmth and happiness would slowly fade away from her life in the blink of an eye.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Yu Zeyao had just poured the oil into the pot, and he lowered his head to find that she was distracted.

Jing Yu was called back by his words. She looked up at him, her eyelashes fluttered, and suddenly stood on tiptoe to kiss his lips. He had drunk tonight, and there was still the taste of alcohol on his lips.

She just kissed him like this and then retreated. However, such a small action made the man's eyes tighten and his eyes were hot. He held her chin and pulled her towards him. His thin lips held the lips that she had just touched and retreated.

He did not retreat as quickly as she did. On the contrary, his lips rubbed against her lips, and his alcohol-stained tongue pried open her pearly teeth and played with her wet, hot and clever tongue tip.

Jing Yu's eyelashes trembled violently, and she was still holding the egg in her hand. She hesitated to remind him twice, but the man took it with one hand and put it aside. The next moment, her body was easily lifted up by the man and carried to the glass table. She gasped, and before she could come to her senses, the man grabbed the back of her head with his big hand, pressed her little face down, and kissed her passionately again.

The kiss was so deep that even her tongue was numb, as if he wanted to swallow her whole body and soul into his body, and take her completely for himself.

Perhaps it was because the fire next to her was always burning, she felt hot and restless.