Marriage in crisis

I was immediately delighted and excited. Here it comes!

I stared at the screen with wide eyes, and saw Zhao Jieting's ugly expression froze the moment he heard these words, as if he had been cast into a fixation powder. He still remained half-hugging the small iron table where his hands were handcuffed.

Just now, because of anger and excitement, his butt had left the chair and was sticking out, but because the table was too heavy, he tried hard to tilt his neck upwards...

To be honest, this image is as ugly and miserable as it can be. It is extremely ugly.

At that moment, the interrogation room became completely silent, and everything was still!

I looked at the situation on the screen and couldn't help but complain, "Let's see how he can argue!"

The door of the interrogation room was suddenly opened, and Yang Bingqian, dressed in a white dress, walked in with firm steps without hesitation.

She had no makeup on her face, her hair was casually tied in a high ponytail, and her white dress, although a little ill-fitting and a little bit fat, did not affect her noble and elegant appearance, as well as her ethereal air.

Her eyes were deep and cold, fixed on the spot in the middle.

At this time, Zhao Jieting was still holding the table, maintaining the ugly and embarrassed posture just now, looking at Yang Bingqian who strode in like a petrified man.

The look in his eyes was extremely complicated, including shock, fear, confusion, and a hint of incredible joy!

The moment Yang Bingqian walked in, her eyes became colder and colder, like an ice cone piercing straight at Zhao Jieting, who had an extremely ugly expression.

The moment Zhao Jieting saw Yang Bingqian walking in, his eyes, which were already wide open, suddenly widened further, his mouth opened unconsciously, and the color on his face instantly faded and turned pale.

The two people stared at each other in this posture, one's gaze was like a flying icicle, and the other was dumbfounded as if he had seen a ghost.

As Yang Bingqian walked towards him step by step, there was a "clang" sound, and the small iron table fell back to its original place. The gravity of the fall pulled Zhao Jieting and he sat down on the chair, but his eyes were still unable to move away.

I have to say that Zhao Jieting is really shrewd and has excellent adaptability.

Just as he sat back on the chair, the next second, he was extremely excited and tried to stand up again. He struggled with his hands and stretched them towards Yang Bingqian frantically. He cried out with tears in his eyes, "...Qianqian! My Qianqian...you, you still..."

Before he could even utter the word "alive", Yang Bingqian strode towards him quickly.

Zhao Jieting shouted at the top of his lungs, "...Qian..."

There was a crisp sound of ‘pop’.

The room was once again silent, and you could hear a pin drop!

Zhao Jieting also sat back in his seat again, looking up at Yang Bingqian who was standing high in front of him.

At this moment, Yang Bingqian looked down at Zhao Jieting, who couldn't keep his eyes open any longer, and asked coldly, "Are you awake?"

Zhao Jieting seemed not to understand what Yang Bingqian meant. The corners of his mouth twitched violently for a few times, and he still looked at Yang Bingqian with tears in his eyes, "...Qian..."

Before he could utter another "Qian" word, Yang Bingqian rounded her arm and slapped Zhao Jieting's ugly face again.

I couldn't help but shout, "Good fight! Great!"

But after I finished shouting, I realized that my grandfather was there too!

Unexpectedly, my grandfather turned around and gave me a thumbs up, "You did a great job! This girl has a strong temper, well done!"

I was immediately overjoyed, leaning into Wei Qingchuan's arms, clenching my fists tightly, "I feel relieved! Not to mention Bingqian, I'm already feeling so angry that my heart aches!"

Wei Qingchuan made a 'hushing' gesture to me and pointed at the screen.

I quickly continued to look at the big screen with a serious expression.

Yang Bingqian looked calm and looked at the stunned Zhao Jieting with a cold expression. She asked him again, "Are you awake?"

Zhao Jieting suddenly pursed his lips, looked at Yang Bingqian in surprise, tears streaming down his face, "...You're alive?..."