Marriage in crisis

But Yang Bingqian became angrier and angrier as she spoke, pointing at Zhao Jieting and yelling, "What are you talking about? I just want to say today, I have been married to you for so many years, am I sorry for you in any way? You can feel your conscience and tell yourself? I have. Didn’t I push you back? Did I interfere with your work? Did I ask you to practice favoritism for me? Did I ask you to misuse your authority for me? Tell me... did you?"

Zhao Jieting immediately stretched out his hands and made gestures to calm down Yang Bingqian, "...Qianqian, calm down, don't get excited! Isn't this our home?"

Then he wanted to lean over and hug Yang Bingqian, but Yang Bingqian roared, "Get out of here! Get out of here!"

"You have to listen to my explanation, right?" Zhao Jieting took a step back and lowered his voice, with a look of helplessness on his face and his small eyes looking towards the door from time to time.

"Explain?" Yang Bingqian smiled sarcastically, "You're already in that position, and you're still explaining that you're paralyzed! Do you really think I'm an idiot, right? That thing of yours is standing up, and you're still explaining it. Can you explain it?"

"Listen to what you said?" Zhao Jieting suppressed Yang Bingqian seriously.

Yang Bingqian stood up and rushed into the room like the wind. She took out her mobile phone and dialed something. She put it in front of Zhao Jieting's eyes and said, "Open your mung bean eyes for me to see clearly. Do you still want to explain?"

Zhao Jieting glanced at the screen in her hand, her expression stunned for a moment, "Who gave you this?"

Yang Bingqian suddenly collapsed and threw the phone in her hand at Zhao Jieting's face, "Who gave it to me? How dare you think who gave it to me? Does this have anything to do with who gave it to me? You dare to say, Isn't that you up here? Huh?...Tell me, is it you?"

Even if Zhao Jieting dodged for a moment, he was hit on the forehead by the mobile phone. He instinctively covered it, a little angry, and looked at Yang Bingqian who was furious. He lowered his voice and said, "You'd better restrain yourself." mood!"

"Say it again!...Zhao Jieting!" Yang Bingqian stood up quickly, pointed at Zhao Jieting and roared.

I was thinking, which photo made Yang Bingqian so angry?

Wait, "that thing is standing up" could it be that that night in Xu Aihua's villa, she was lying on Zhao Jieting's lap and then...

I don’t dare to think about it, it’s a bit dirty.

But I thought that it was indeed possible, because at that time, another person who entered happened to point his cell phone at the scene and take the photo.

But who could have passed this picture to Yang Bingqian?

At this time, Zhao Jieting probably felt that he could not suppress the furious Yang Bingqian at all. He immediately showed a submissive posture and stretched out his hands to comfort, "Okay... okay, Qianqian, calm down." !”

"Calm down, you are paralyzed! Zhao Jie Ting, you are too bullying!" Yang Bingqian stood there with her neck hunched and glared at Zhao Jie Ting. She looked very angry and trembling all over.

Zhao Jieting bent down and picked up Yang Bingqian's mobile phone from the ground, and checked the person who sent the picture. Her face became even more livid, she looked at Yang Bingqian and said, "This is a trap, is someone messing with me?"

"Hahaha..." As soon as Yang Bingqian heard Zhao Jieting's remarks, she suddenly laughed so unscrupulously that tears came out of her eyes.

She kept covering her face, laughing heartily, then wiped the corners of her eyes, looked at Zhao Jieting and asked, "Are you suffering from persecution delusion? Is it late stage? It needs to be treated! Do you still want to tell me that this person has no idea at all?" Isn't it you? Or have you been tricked and don't know what you did?"

Zhao Jieting's face was visibly twitching, and he looked at Yang Bingqian's face with his eyes, unable to say anything.

I really want to know, who sent this picture to Yang Bingqian?

Could it be Xu Aihua?

After laughing, Yang Bingqian looked at Zhao Jie Ting and asked word for word, "Zhao Jie Ting, I have been married to you for so many years, which thing have you done for me? Is it useless for my mother's family to do all the big and small things?" You don't have to worry about anything. My sister escaped death and the car accident happened strangely. I've been depressed about this for many years. Have you ever reached out to help me relieve my worries?"

Zhao Jieting stood there and looked at Yang Bingqian without saying a word.

"Why don't you say anything?" Yang Bingqian said with high morale, "What about you...you can't show favoritism? Then how many times have you done favors for the Xu family, overtly or covertly seeking benefits for the Xu family? Do you really think I don't know that?"

You think, I'm just an idiot, right? In the past, I turned a blind eye and thought, I'm already married, so I might as well make do with it! I really can't afford to lose that person..."

Speaking of where she was angry, she raised her hand and hit her face.