Chapter 502: : Zuo Zong has arrived (4)

The group of people didn't seem to notice this direction, they just followed Zuo Hancheng blindly, and they almost squeezed the buns out of their faces with a smile.
Anhao lowered her head and glanced at her feet. The blisters on the back of her ankles were worn out because she was too anxious to evade just now and didn’t pay attention. They were worn out, and her nerves all over her body were tense, but a little bit. I dared not make a sound.
Until Zuo Hancheng's figure finally disappeared within her sight, he seemed to have gotten in the car and never looked back from start to finish.
Anhao turned to avoid the direction of the parking lot, ran to the stone steps on the lawn behind the flower bed and sat down, looking down at her feet. She was completely unable to walk. There was no one who came and went back and forth on this road. , Had to take out the phone and flipped through it, found Huang Amao's number and dialed it.
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Twenty minutes later.
"Gu An, okay, you are sick, you still wear high heels even if your feet are like this!" Huang Amao looked at the redness and swelling on her feet and the worn-out areas, while taking the medicine and medicine that she had just bought from the pharmacy. The band-aid handed her: "Well, just now you were talking on the phone. I didn't know what to buy when I bought it. You should apply some medicine or just use the band-aid first, you choose."
Ann laughed and took the bag she handed over, took out the medicine and disinfectant liquid from it, and then saw something like gauze inside.
"Do you think my feet are rotten or something? If you buy so many things, you can deal with the practical band-aids first." Although Anhao said this, but it's sunny here anyway, and it's fine to go home. When I did, I just sat here, disinfected and applied medicine to the red, swollen and broken skin on my feet, and turned his head to look at Huang Amao.
I haven't seen each other for three years. Although I have not rarely had video calls with her in recent years, since WeChat is so popular now, it is not difficult to send a small video.
It’s just that when I saw the real person, I found that Huang Amao had also lost the appearance of the tomboy with yellow hair and short hair. The hair has turned back to black, and it has also grown a little longer. It is more or less than three years ago. Some feminine.
It's just that the clothes he wears are still so neutral, neither male nor female, and not decent.
"I shouldn't call you Huang Amao now." After Anhao looked at her for a while, he smiled and continued to apply medicine to her feet, enduring the terrible tingling sensation, biting her teeth and continuing to apply medicine.
Huang Amao rolled his eyes: "Whatever, yellow and black are fine."
After setting up, I felt happy. I stretched out my feet with good medicine and let the sun shine on my feet to promote the absorption of the medicine on my feet. Then he turned to look at her: "Fortunately you are in city A, otherwise I still don’t know who to turn to for me."
Huang Amao turned his head and glanced at the face-to-face meeting place behind him: "You don’t have to tell me and Liplip in advance about your return to China. Liplip is still an intern in the company of the big devil. I can only come back to see you. I’m okay. My family arranged to be an operator in the police station, saying that I hope I can develop into the public security department in the future. Damn, I’m answering 110 calls all day. It’s so boring!"
"Is this boring? Picking up the phone is either a robbery or a life case. Is such an exciting thing boring?"
Huang Amao snorted and was too lazy to talk about his work: "Anyway, it's just an internship. I don't know what I want to do in the future. Unlike you, who suddenly went abroad three years ago inexplicably and scared me and lips. I thought you had evaporated, so I looked for you everywhere. If it weren’t for your conscience to find out that you were finally willing to contact us, we would definitely go to the police."
"Why do you call the police?"
"Report Zuo Hancheng's murder of his relatives, and then I don’t know in which grove the body was buried. Otherwise, why can’t we find it, and the phone can’t get through. Zuo Hancheng refused to let us see you, and even refused. Let us see him, obviously there is a conspiracy!"
An's listened to a chill on her back, immediately raised her hand and knocked on her shoulder: "Fuck off, curse me less!"
Huang Amao still sat next to her with a look of anger, and said, "Do you think that after you went abroad, I cursed you with lips and lips less often?"
"I said that the year I first went abroad, my ears were always hot and always sneezing. It turned out that the two of you were behind the scenes.
"You ran too far. Our family members are too strict to fly over and strangle you. If you are a little closer to us, we will definitely arrive the next day. If you don't strangle you, both of us Write the names upside down."
Anhao continued to laugh. At the same time, seeing that the potion on his feet was gone, he glued the wound tape to several places where the skin had been broken, and put on the high heels again, although it didn’t feel as painful as before. , After all, there was a bandage between the middle, but when she wanted to stand up, her legs still hurt, and she sat down again.
Seeing her almost half-crippled appearance, Huang Amao suddenly smiled sarcastically: "It deserves it, told you to wear high heels. Didn't you hate wearing these things the most before?"
"Do you think I would like to wear them? In the past few years, when I was working in the United States for internships, because I often went to the construction site, I always wore flat shoes and sneakers. Didn't you return to your country? And I came for an interview today, so I bought a pair specially Wearing high heels, who knew it would hurt so badly..."
Huang Amao glanced at the high heels under her feet again: "Oh, it's the high heels of XXX family. Don't these shoes have always been known for their comfort? You can actually grind your feet like this, maybe it will be these two days Walked a long way on high heels?"
An Hao suddenly thought of the scene where she got off the bus early yesterday on an impulse and walked for so long before returning home. He twitched his mouth without explaining, and continued to rub his ankle with his hands: "Forget it, it’s okay, anyway. I have to wait for the news. I just rested at home in the past two days. This is just a minor injury. Compared to coming back alive at the scene of the car accident, what counts?"
Huang Amao heard her mention the car accident that year. He didn't say anything for a while. He just endured it, but after all he couldn't hold it back. He asked directly: "Why did you leave all of a sudden? Is it because of Zuo Hancheng? Because of Rong Xue? Or..."
"No." Anhao interrupted her aloud, but her voice was very soft, and she only said softly: "It has nothing to do with Zuo Hancheng. He could not even kill for me at that time, so how could I say it so unconscionably? Just go."
"But you finally left without conscience?" Huang Amao felt that Gu Anhao must have been confused when he learned it abroad, so even the logic of speaking had problems.