The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

Mrs. die has had a hard time recently.

First, she was brought into the police station for investigation, and finally she was so reluctant to come out. Business things did happen one after another, and even her people began to have opinions on her.

Even this morning, someone asked her, "madam, how did the old leader die?"

How did what die?

That old thing has been dead for so many years. What are these people asking now?

"Don't you know how the old boss died?" Mrs. die looked at those people coldly. These years, she was in a high position and had been following the old leader around, which made her look a little angry.

But that's only for those below who have no status.

For those who have followed the master for many years, her momentum is really not enough.

"But how did we hear that the big leader was poisoned and died." Someone immediately said.

"What? Poisoning?"

"Isn't it tuberculosis?"

It was because the head of the family was diagnosed as tuberculosis that we didn't dare to visit, and because Mrs. butterfly took care of the head of the family this time, she got everyone's approval.

Otherwise, she can't replace the big boss so easily.

"Poisoning?" Mrs. die sneered, "Lawyer Wei, is this your man? What's the purpose?"

"You don't want to usurp power, do you?" Said sister-in-law Gong.

Usurp power?

This is really the funniest joke that Wei Zhong has heard in so many years.

If he wanted to usurp power, he had already done it in the early years before Mrs. die had a firm foothold. Why wait until now?

"Yes, it's mine." Wei Zhong sneered and said, "as for usurping power, I'm not interested. I just want to know how the leader died?"

Those things are invisible. What is he doing here?

It's not easy to wash it white for so many years.

"What do you mean?" Mrs. die raised her eyebrows and looked at Wei Zhong.

"Open the coffin for autopsy." Wei Zhong spit out four words coldly.

The autopsy will know whether it is poisoned or not.

"I disagree." Mrs. die said angrily, "you don't want to be in charge of an Sheng, do you?"

"Yes, the autopsy is not good, is it?"

"But if you don't have an autopsy, how can you know how the boss died?" Someone immediately retorted.

"This..."

"Moreover, the madam refused so cleanly, is there really something in this? Or is it a guilty conscience?"

"This..."

Mrs. die's face was also stiff.

Holding the palm tightly with her fingers, a deep pain came, which made her wake up and took her two steps backwards.

"Madam." Sister Gong hurried forward to hold her, "are you all right?"

"I'm fine." Mrs. die leaned against her arms and wiped her tears. "Are you trying to force me to death? Am I guilty?"

"My husband is in charge. I can't bear to see him live in peace. I don't agree to open the coffin for autopsy, so you say I'm guilty?" Mrs. die burst into tears, "you don't love him, I love him."

"Wei Zhong, I don't care who you listen to, but I tell you, as long as I live, I won't allow you to disturb."

"I want to open the coffin for autopsy unless I die."

She angrily threw down a few words, held sister-in-law Gong's arm and walked away.

Wei Zhong smiled coldly.