After sending blessing messages from friends and colleagues, Liu Yuntian called her.
Now, the call is displayed for one minute.
It's a series of unfamiliar numbers.
Fu Yanye heard that the person on the other end seemed drunk and was chattering a little.
"It's okay to like someone, right? Sister?"
"Don't I just fall in love with a married woman? It would be a great shame and humiliation?"
"I don't blame you for asking my dad to take me back, but sister, are we going to block him? Are you so afraid of that man?"
"My dad told me not to mess with him. He said he was very cruel and could kill people. Sister, I don't care. I'm just afraid that he didn't kill me. He tortured you thoroughly first and you won't be happy with him."
Zhuo Jian touched his neck and unconsciously felt that it was particularly uncomfortable.
But I didn’t have a stiff neck, cough cough.
"Do you really think you know whether she is happy with me or not?"
The originally low-volume Spring Festival Gala seemed to have lost its sound, and Zhuo Jian's ears were filled with Fu Yanye's voice.
She turned to look at him in surprise. She thought he was going to just listen and not speak.
"Fu Yanye?"
People who don't drink well feel like they're getting angry when they hear someone's voice that they don't like.
Zhuo Jian could even imagine Liu Yuntian's eyes bulging out and his nostrils extremely big at this moment.
"What? Master Liu still expects that my wife can answer the phone by changing the number?"
"snort."
Suddenly he raised his hand and touched Zhuo Jian's earlobe, which was a little hard, and Zhuo Jian groaned in pain.
Liu Yuntian: "..."
Ten thousand grass-mud horses galloped past overhead.
Fu Yanye stared at her red earlobe with his dark eyes, leaned towards her ear, placed a kiss on her red ear with his thin lips, and whispered: "Are you unhappy with me?"
"No way? Aren't we always happy?"
Naturally, Zhuo Jian didn't want to offend the young master again.
After hearing this, Fu Yanye's eyes were a little more satisfied, but he still touched her earlobe: "I can make you happier. I can carry you to bed, okay?"
"Fu Yanye, what the hell..."
It's all bad words.
But Fu Yanye turned a deaf ear and wanted his wife to see what the guy who liked her was.
Full of foul language and no drinks.
Really, extremely bad.
"If you stay with such a person for a long time, it will have an impact on my daughter."
Fu Yanye glanced at her belly.
Zhuo Jian stretched his neck back as hard as possible, trying to stay as far away from him as possible.
This man is really insidious.
"come over."
"I don't."
"I'll say it one last time."
Fu Yanye ordered again.
Zhuo Jian didn't know why she was still afraid of him, but her remaining sense told her not to disarm.
Then the back of her head was held by his powerful palm, and then she was in front of him, "You don't have anything?"
"I'm not sleepy anymore."
Zhuo Jian thought for a long time before replying to him.
Fu Yanye looked at the twinkling light in her eyes, and his heart softened, but he still kept trying: "Then what?"
"Then?"
"Didn't you say you were happy being with me?"
"..."
Yes, she is indeed very happy.
"Then smile for me now."
He is not negotiating, he is definitely ordering.
Zhuo Jian endured his pounding heart, but his facial expression seemed to be made of wood and he couldn't move.
But in the end, under the threat of his eyes, she managed to squeeze out a little smile. If she squeezed out a little, she could smile a little more.
Then she finally smiled at him.
Fu Yanye's face turned cold when he saw her smiling so falsely.
Zhuo Jian saw the coldness on his face, and her smile gradually faded.
"Did you tell me Happy New Year?"
They celebrated New Year's Eve together, but it was a while past midnight.
But they didn't say Happy New Year to each other.
Zhuo Jian cleared his throat and said obediently, "Happy New Year."
Happy New Year?
Fu Yanye frowned, but he didn't see any sincerity in her.
How could this be perfunctory to the girl with the soft voice in his mind?