Chapter 611 Lang Is Still Alive (1/2)

There was a large supermarket not far from Ann's apartment. Inside the supermarket, Winnie went to buy some ingredients for hot pot and some sauce.

Perhaps it was because she was absent-minded that she did not notice that there was a car following her.

In the car, the driver was sweating. He thought that if he hadn't been driving for thirty years old, he would not be able to meet the requirements of the boss behind him. If he drove slowly, he would have directly turned off the engine.

”Sir, do you want to continue?” The driver asked. ”She will enter that neighborhood soon. ”

The man held his crutch with both hands, and there was a dark ring on his right hand. His deep eyes had been fixed on the slender figure.

——Winnie, we will meet soon. Wait for me.

”Sir?”

The driver called again.

The man reluctantly looked away, and his eyes were cold. ”Let's go.”

”Yes, sir.”

At this time, it seemed that a strong wind was blowing beside Winnie, and then a black car swept past her. The wind brought up her skirt. She screamed, fearing that she would be caught in a gust, ”are people driving so impolite now?”

However, it was just a small accident that cheered her up and quickened her pace back to the apartment.

When she arrived at the apartment, Ann was cutting fruit in the kitchen. Seeing her come back, Ann ran out of the kitchen immediately and went to see what she had bought.

The ingredients Winnie bought were pretty good, including the hotpot and everything else, but the sauce was a little bad.

”Sister, the sauce you bought is mustard. Who would like it?”

Ann hated mustard the most.

”Isn't mustard your favorite?” asked Winnie.

”No, I don't. Mustard is what I hate most, so I don't like Japanese food very much.” ”I remember you don't like it, do you? What's wrong with you today? Why did you buy it with mustard taste?” Ann took out the mustard in disgust and put it aside.

”…”

Suddenly, Winnie felt a little headache. She gently tapped her head and said, ”Ann, I remember you like it. Don't fool me.”

”Oh, my dear sister, I really don't like eating. You must have remembered it wrong. Maybe... The mayor likes mustard. ” An idea flashed in Ann's mind. She smiled and said, ”you are at odds with him now, but you still miss him. Unconsciously, you take his favorite food.”