The president's wife with one child and five treasures is the favorite of the group

Bai Liyue walked through the crowd, walked up to Mrs. Ling, looked at her panic, and said with a smile: "Master Ling is still alive, Mrs. Ling doesn't seem very happy?"

Mrs. Ling stared at Bai Liyue, her eyes were full of poison.

But because the police station was still here, Mrs. Ling put on a very ugly smile on her face, and replied: "My husband is still alive, of course I'm happy, I just haven't realized it for a while."

Bai Liyue slightly raised her eyebrows, and asked, "Oh? Now that I've realized it, why doesn't Mrs. Ling go to see Master Ling?"

Mrs. Ling's pupils shrank slightly inadvertently, and a sharp light flashed in the bottom of her eyes.

The next moment, she smiled again: "You don't need to talk too much, my husband, I will go and see."

Bai Liyue curled the corners of her lips, stepped out of the way for her, and made a gesture of please.

When Mrs. Ling looked up, she could clearly see Master Ling in the crowd.

Master Ling seemed to have been reborn, and was crying with emotion in front of his relatives around him.

A ruthless look flashed in Mrs. Ling's eyes, and she walked towards him step by step, with a determined killing intent in her eyes.

Bai Liyue looked at Mrs. Ling's expression, and turned her head to wink at Ling Mohan.

Ling Mohan nodded his head lightly, and followed Mrs. Ling slowly.

Mrs. Ling walked towards Ling Wenhua, and everyone moved out of the way for her.

After all, Mrs. Ling is Master Ling's wife. If Master Ling came back to life, she must be the happiest.

The people who were concerned about Master Ling retreated to the sides.

Without the obstruction of the crowd, Master Ling looked forward and could see Mrs. Ling walking towards him.

However, there was no joy in his eyes.

On the contrary, the moment he saw Mrs. Ling, his face changed suddenly, and then he took a few steps back, putting his hands on the coffin, showing an expression of horror and hatred.

He raised his hand, pointed at Mrs. Ling tremblingly, and let out a resentful cry: "Uh, uh!"

Everyone saw it, and thought that Master Ling was probably too excited, and didn't notice any problems.

Mrs. Ling stared at the silent Master Ling who was holding the coffin with his hands, and smiled strangely at him.

Seeing her getting closer and closer, Master Ling's face turned ashen, and his whole body was resisting.

He held the coffin with difficulty, moved his feet, and stepped back step by step...

There is no way to retreat until I push it to the cabinet where the photos of the deceased are placed at the end of the mourning hall.

He staggered and fell to the ground, huddled in the corner of the cabinet, pointing at Mrs. Ling and screaming.

Everyone finally felt something was wrong.

Even if Master Ling was excited, he shouldn't have reacted like this. He was obviously afraid of Mrs. Ling.

But, why should he be afraid of his wife?

Just when everyone was wondering, Mrs. Ling had already walked in front of him.

Looking at Mr. Ling curled up in the corner, trembling all over, Mrs. Ling's eyes were fixed, she squatted down with a sinister smile, and pretended to be concerned: "Wen Hua, so you are not dead, I am so happy!"

Mrs. Ling had a smile on her face, but Master Ling knew that she was hiding a knife behind her smile, a posturing.

Master Ling's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at her fiercely, uttering strange "uh-uh" sounds from his mouth, and his whole body was moving aside.

Mrs. Ling smiled even wider.

"Wenhua, it's cold on the ground, come, I'll help you up."

Mrs. Ling reached out her hand to Ling Wenhua, trying to help Ling Wenhua get up.

But before her hand touched Master Ling, someone grabbed her from behind.

Mrs. Ling was caught off guard and dragged away by Ling Mohan.

The onlookers were amazed and looked at Ling Mohan one after another, not knowing what he meant.

Mrs. Ling's hand was firmly grasped by Ling Mohan, and there was no room for resistance.

After struggling to no avail, she asked sharply, "Mo Han, what are you doing!"

Ling Mohan didn't answer her, and broke the hand holding her wrist forcefully.

The next moment, everyone saw that a long and thin silver needle fell out of Mrs. Ling's hand.

Everyone froze, Mrs. Ling was holding a silver needle, what was she trying to do?

Bai Liyue reacted quickly, the moment the silver needle fell to the ground, she stepped forward to pick it up.

After careful inspection, she looked at Ling Mohan in surprise: "This silver needle is highly poisonous!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the whole farewell hall instantly became tense.

"Mrs. Ling is holding a highly poisonous silver needle. What is she trying to do? Could it be harming Master Ling?"

"No way, Master Ling is her husband!"

"But when Master Ling saw Mrs. Ling just now, he was obviously trembling with fright, which means that he is afraid of Mrs. Ling!"

"Thinking carefully, why is Master Ling afraid of his wife?"

After everyone speculated, they felt extremely terrifying.

Why is a man who has been paralyzed in bed for more than 20 years afraid of his wife?

The only explanation is that his wife did something to him that frightened him.

At this moment, Ling Mohan shook off her hand mercilessly.

Mrs. Ling took several steps back, using the coffin behind her to stand still.

She raised her head and stared at Ling Mohan, her eyes were sullen.

Originally, he wanted to get rid of Ling Wenhua quietly again, and remove this biggest obstacle, but unexpectedly, Ling Mohan saw through it!

Her eyes were full of unwillingness.

She clearly planned it perfectly, but she never expected that Bai Liyue would make a move for her!

Bai Liyue hurriedly helped Master Ling up, seeing him still in shock, she comforted him: "Master Ling, don't be afraid, we won't let her hurt you again."

Master Ling nodded, and was supported by Bai Liyue to the middle of the crowd, facing Mrs. Ling.

Holding the poisonous silver needle in her hand, Bai Liyue stretched it out in front of Mrs. Ling, and asked, "Mrs. Ling, should you explain what you wanted to do just now?"

Mrs. Ling straightened her expression, and quibbled: "It's just a silver needle, what can it represent?"

"It's just a silver needle? It's soaked in poison. If it enters the human body, it will kill you immediately.

If I read correctly just now, Mrs. Ling just wanted to use the hand holding the silver needle to help Master Ling, right? "

Bai Liyue's eyes were sharp, she stared at Mrs. Ling closely.

Mrs. Ling's eyes drifted, and she still denied it: "What nonsense are you talking about, it's just a coincidence.

Do you think that I will harm my husband? "

The evidence is conclusive, but Mrs. Ling still denies it. Bai Liyue admires Mrs. Ling's calmness.

"Mrs. Ling, I admire your calm attitude, but you know very well whether you have ever hurt your husband.

You are so afraid of Master Ling being alive, isn't it because you are afraid that Master Ling will expose your evil deeds?

Now, Master Ling is already sober, are you still planning to plead guilty? "

Bai Liyue supported Master Ling, and stared fiercely at Mrs. Ling.

The people around finally understood Bai Liyue's words.

"Bai Liyue means that Mrs. Ling harmed Master Ling?"

"It's terrible. A wife poisoning her husband is simply outrageous!"

"So, Mrs. Ling was actually killed by Mrs. Ling before, and Bai Liyue was blamed?"