Through the book Nine Zero, the boss's cannon fodder ex-wife awakened

Sang Moyuan raised his eyebrows and asked, "How do you know Lingling isn't sick?"

He went to Lingling's house to find out about the situation. When he saw Lingling, she looked like she was seriously ill. She had to be fed by Lingling's mother even to eat. How could she not be sick?

However, Lingling's mother does have a sense of disobedience. He can't tell what's wrong. Lingling's mother's performance is not a problem at all. She has no assertiveness, a weak personality, but is very strong. She doesn't have much culture and takes care of her daughter wholeheartedly.

Sang Moyuan has been handling cases for many years, and has developed a very keen intuition, especially when it comes to criminals. Even if he sees someone for the first time, he can tell whether they are criminals just by looking at them.

No matter how advanced the criminal's disguise is, he can feel that this is the professionalism of an old criminal policeman.

But handling a case does not rely on intuition, but on evidence.

At present, there is no evidence pointing to Lingling's mother, but there is a lot of evidence that Lingling's mother is a good mother and is very good to her daughter.

"I'm a doctor, and my medical skills are very good. The first time I saw Lingling, I found that she was just malnourished and not seriously ill." Jiang Hanyan explained.

"Xiaojiang's medical skills are very good, better than the experts in big hospitals."

Aunt Wang is a big fan of Jiang Hanyan, and Uncle Lu, who was sitting next to her, couldn't stop nodding. He is in great health now, and he eats deliciously, thanks to Xiao Jiang.

Lu Tianjie asked curiously: "Is this Lingling's biological daughter?"

"It should be. Mother and daughter look alike." Sang Moyuan replied.

"How could she do anything to her own daughter? What does she think about making money with hands and feet instead of working?" Lu Tianjie was very angry.

She believed in Jiang Hanyan's words, and she couldn't understand Lingling's mother's behavior. She was only in her forties, young, with sound hands and feet. In a big city like Shanghai, she could earn money even by picking up trash. How could she abuse her own daughter?
"Some mothers are worse than stepmothers. They are very bad." Aunt Wang muttered. She has lived for six to seventy years and has seen all kinds of people. Parents and mothers are not as good as animals.

There are quite a few stepfathers and stepmothers with good conscience.

Jiang Hanyan deeply believed that some people really didn't deserve to have children.

"Working is not as easy as sitting at home and counting money. Lingling's mother began to accept social donations many years ago. She had accepted donations when she was in her hometown. At that time, her eldest daughter was ill. The local newspaper interviewed her and set up an account. The police will definitely be able to find out how much money was donated when you go to the bank. The amount is definitely not small."

Jiang Hanyan took out an old newspaper. She asked Li Fenfang to find it. There was indeed a report on Lingling's mother and daughter. The girl in the photo was almost exactly the same as Lingling, skinny, pale and weak.

Honghong was five years older than Lingling, and died at the age of 17. Afterwards, Lingling's family came to Shanghai. Lingling fell ill shortly thereafter, and her symptoms were exactly the same as her sister's.

"Before Li Fenfang's report, many newspapers had interviewed her, but the influence was not too great. Li Fenfang is a big newspaper. Her report made Lingling and her daughter famous, so there should be a lot of donations."

Jiang Hanyan paused for a moment, and then said: "And Lingling's expenses for going to the hospital are just the cost, which is very low. Their mother and daughter live in a high-end residential area, and the residents' conditions are very good. I feel very sympathetic to their mother and daughter. They send things and money every now and then. The life of mother and daughter hardly needs money."

"This woman is really scary." Lu Tianjie felt a little cold, and she couldn't understand this abnormality.

Is he still human if he can give up his own daughter for money?
"I still suspect that Lingling's father was also killed by Lingling's mother." Jiang Hanyan made another guess.

Aunt Wang and Lu Tianjie were startled, and asked in unison, "Why?"

"I guess it's because of the house. Her husband disappeared at the construction site. The boss was afraid that things would go wrong, so he lost the house to Feng Lingling's mother." Jiang Hanyan said her guess.

"This woman is terrible, her heart is dark, right?"

Aunt Wang shook her head again and again, even though she had lived for so many years, it was the first time she had seen such a vicious woman, even her husband and daughter, it was too bad.

Sang Moyuan kept silent all the time. In fact, he had the same idea as Jiang Hanyan, but he was a criminal police officer, so he wouldn't say anything without evidence.

For the next few days, Jiang Hanyan was taking final exams, so she had no time to ask about Lingling's mother and daughter.

After finishing the last exam, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and they were finally relieved.

"Han Yan, are you going back to your hometown during the winter vacation?"

Tian Xinxin is packing her luggage, and her brother will pick her up in a car later.

"We'll see then."

Jiang Hanyan didn't want to go back to his hometown, but he had to go back to Fucheng to visit Mr. Lu's grave, and he had to visit Father Lu. Xue Hongyan called every now and then to report about Father Lu and Bai Haitang, and she was more tired than a young couple every day.

Besides, after a few days of peace, Lu's father started acting like a monster again. He can be found in several small gambling houses in Fucheng, but now he is just playing small games, not big ones.

I have to go back and put a curse on Lu's father and tighten his skin.

"I'm coming home, sisters, see you next year!"

Tian Xinxin carried the suitcase, waved at the big guy, and ran out cheerfully. Her brother was waiting downstairs.

He Yufei and Liu Lingna didn't go home, they wanted to stay and work to make money, and there was no one they wanted to see in their hometown.

Bi Shengnan didn't come back until the 29th of the Lunar New Year. She thought her relatives were annoying, so she might as well stay in the dormitory and read.

Sheng Baojun is even more desperate, planning to fly back to the capital on the [-]th day, and leave after the third day of junior high school. He is really impatient to deal with those annoying relatives.

As soon as Jiang Hanyan got home, she saw Li Baisui, the high-end gift boxes on the ground were full, and Doudou was still holding two thick red envelopes, one was his and the other was shiny gold.

"My wife is back. I'm going back to China tomorrow. I'll come back after the new year. Let's pay my respects first." Li Baisui said with a smile.

"You haven't found out about your ancestors yet?"

Jiang Hanyan asked with concern, the Li family's curse is very troublesome, and she has to find out who cast the curse before she can find a way to break it.

"Xiao Guo said that there is some clue, and that's why I'm going back." Li Baisui looked happy. If the curse was lifted, he would be able to marry a wife and have children, and the incense of the Li family would not be broken.

"Put this talisman on."

Jiang Hanyan took out an enhanced version of the talisman. The black-robed weirdo who attacked Li Baisui last time in Thailand might do it again, so be careful.

"Thank you Mistress."

Li Baisui happily put on the amulet, and he would absolutely hold on to the two thighs of his master and wife, and he would never let go.

Jiang Hanyan rolled her eyes and didn't bother to correct him. This guy has a thick skin, so she won't waste her saliva.

The next day, the official holiday, Li Baisui returned home.

Lu Chen went to the construction site. As soon as the new year came, he was busier than anyone else, but Jiang Hanyan was idle. He slept until noon and was woken up by the phone.

A call from Sang Moyuan.