Chapter 1217 Gu Yanhao: Huang Ling Is My Sister!

Gu Yanhao supported the crying woman and comforted: "Auntie, don't worry. From our chat, I can see that Huang Ling has no motive for killing. We will definitely investigate and clear her name!"

Others don’t understand Huang Ling, but he does!

Huang Ling was Song Wuyou in the past. She often followed him around when she was thirteen years old, and then she got married and had a car accident——

When she was bullied by Song Jiumei, Song Jiuyue and Mrs. Song, she never thought of killing them, let alone her man's father. No fool would do that.

Gu Yanhao looked at the team leader calmly: "Detain Huang Ling temporarily. If you don't prosecute, you won't go to court. Find the murderer!"

Team leader: "But the evidence at the scene..."

"Obviously the murderer deliberately framed Huang Ling!" Gu Yanhao stared at the team leader sharply: "If you were the murderer and killed someone, would you still throw the murder weapon next to the deceased? Comprehensive search!"

When the president speaks, do those below them dare to disobey?

The team leader nodded: "Yes!"

"Lock Huang Ling to a room with a better environment, and don't be aggrieved to have three meals a day!"

The team leader nodded: "Yes."

Gu Yanhao looked at the team leader: "Do you want to know who Huang Ling is?"

The team leader shook his head and looked at Gu Yanhao doubtfully.

"My sister!"

When the team leader and other colleagues heard this, they were confused. When did the president have a sister?

Gu Yanhao looked at the head of the crime team coldly: "She won't kill anyone! Catch the murderer within a week!"

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Song Wuyou helped Liu Fengfeng, who was crying hard, to walk out of the crime team building.

At the door, I met Maupassant.

The pain of losing his father made Maupassant become much more haggard.

He was not surprised to see Gu Yanhao and Song Wuyou, it was something he expected.

"You beast!" When Liu Fengfeng saw Maupassant, she suddenly lost control of her emotions. She fought for Song Wuyou's hand and rushed towards Maupassant, beating and frightening him.

Maupassant didn't stop her, he pushed her away and let her fists beat him.

His deep gaze became a little hollow.

Tired from the beating, Liu Fengfeng fell to the ground crying, "My poor daughter...why are you so miserable? You have lost your father since you were a child, and you are in a vegetative state...and now you are being framed...why are you so pitiful..."

Liu Fengfeng raised her head, pointed at Maupassant and cursed: "You beast, if you don't love Huang Ling, you can stay away from her. Since you said you want her, you must keep your promise. How can you do this? How can you treat her like this? she?"

Maupassant lowered his eyes and looked at Liu Fengfeng deeply, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, what would he do to her?

"Auntie, get up." Song Wuyou came over and helped Liu Fengfeng up.

"Wuyou, Huang Ling's life is so miserable." Liu Fengfeng cried.

Song Wuyou hugged Liu Fengfeng and comforted her, "After all the hard work, the joy comes, Auntie, it will be fine."

"Huang Ling doesn't know how to kill, you have to believe her... ah..." Killing requires a life, can Liu Fengfeng not cry?

Song Wuyou patted Liu Fengfeng's shoulder and kept comforting her: "I believe her, Huang Ling won't kill anyone, I understand her. Don't be afraid, don't cry."

Song Wuyou was also in a bad mood. Huang Ling was now imprisoned and he knew that Maupassant had betrayed Huang Ling. He was in a very bad mood.

Her gleaming eyes became very cold, and she looked at Maupassant, "Morpasson, how could you do this to Huang Ling? You don't love her, you can just say it, why do you want to play with her feelings like this? She treats Huang Ling like this." You are sincere, can’t you feel it?”