Marriage in crisis

I quickly comforted her, "Bingqian, hold on tight, don't be afraid. We also checked for a long time before we found out something was wrong. We suspected that there were two of this person. But we have been unable to confirm it. Now it is a once-in-a-lifetime good person." Chances are, only if we confirm that there are indeed two Zhao Jietings can we find more clues about him."

"Okay!" Although Yang Bingqian nodded, it could be seen that her mood was extremely complicated.

"Let me ask you, does the Zhao Jieting you know have a red birthmark on the back of his neck?" I looked at Yang Bingqian and asked.

Yang Bingqian shook her head firmly, "No!"

"Are you sure?" I asked again.

"Sure, no, I know this very well!" Yang Bingqian said.

"Then take a look at the one at home now to see if there is a red birthmark on the back of his neck." I asked her, "This way you can confirm whether he is the real Zhao Jieting you married."

"Okay!" Yang Bingqian said as she stood up, but her expression was obviously a little nervous. She licked her lips and swallowed dryly.

"You don't have to be afraid. This medicine is effective for nearly four hours and you won't wake up soon." I reassured her.

She still nodded, but walked out hesitantly, the camera shaking rhythmically.

I stared at the picture closely, for fear of missing something.

In fact, I am also nervous, for fear that if something goes wrong or something unexpected happens, all my efforts will be wasted.

Especially since we were not by her side and could not take action in time.

Chi Xi was also staring at the screen closely, when suddenly there was a knock on the door, which startled me.

I trembled and looked towards the door, seeing it was Wei Qingchuan.

When he saw both of us staring at the screen of the mobile phone, he knew that we were connected with Yang Bingqian. He walked over and stretched his head to take a look. At this time, Yang Bingqian had already walked to the master bedroom. The phone shook and she was lying on the bed with her clothes on. The one who lives.

Yang Bingqian didn't speak. The camera hesitated for a moment before gradually getting closer.

Obviously Yang Bingqian is a little confused.

"Don't worry!" I told her in as low a voice as possible.

The camera stabilized, and Yang Bingqian walked over quietly.

The person on the bed was getting closer and closer, and his face became clearer and clearer. It was Zhao Jieting's face.

But whether it is the Zhao Jieting we know is not yet certain.

At this time, he was sleeping like a dead pig, with his face turned sideways and his body lying on his back, stretched out in all directions.

Yang Bingqian paused for a moment, and the camera kept focusing on Zhao Jieting's face. It seemed that Yang Bingqian was doing some psychological construction.

I didn't say anything more and could only wait for her to relieve her discomfort.

Indeed, anyone who encounters such a thing will feel sick to his stomach. He is not sure. The person lying in front of or next to him may be another person. Isn't it scary?

Fortunately, she only paused for two seconds before Yang Bingqian took action.

I saw her getting closer and standing beside the bed. She stretched out her hand, patted the face of the lying person, and shouted, "Jie Ting!"

There was no reaction from the person on the bed.

Yang Bingqian seemed stunned for a moment and did not move, watching the reaction of the person on the bed.

But the next second, an unexpected scene suddenly appeared in the camera, which we didn't even react to.

There was only a crisp sound of 'pop', and Yang Bingqian actually raised her hand and slapped that face, and even cursed, "Toad!"

I was suddenly startled and turned to look at Wei Qingchuan. I couldn't hold it back and smiled.

The person in the picture didn't react at all, still lying silently, but his face was tilted a little further.

Then there was another slap, slapping his head back to the right position.

The man still had no intention of waking up.

"Qianqian, look at the back of his neck!" I warned.

"Okay!" Yang Bingqian gritted her teeth and responded, then added, "Why do they treat me like this? I didn't dislike him for being an ugly monster and married him without any hesitation. Why did he treat me like this?"

"Don't be angry, he will pay for his behavior!" I comforted her.

After waiting for a while, Yang Bingqian stretched out a hand and pulled his body hard, trying to turn his body sideways.

But after all, he was a man who slept to death, and the strength of one hand was obviously not enough.

The lens shook for a moment, then stopped at one point. After a while, it shook slightly again and was picked up.

At this time, Zhao Jieting had been turned over and placed face down on the bed.

Then I saw a hand reaching out, grabbing the back of his neck, and pulling down hard...