Her things have never liked to be touched by others. What does she regard her apartment as her own home now?

Fangke followed to the sofa uneasily. Although she didn't know why Catherine was so hostile to her, she understood that one thing must be because of the young master.

"Miss, I won't leave." Fangke shook his head and looked at the coffee table with her already cold eyes. She exclaimed, and then immediately rushed to the side of the coffee table to clean up: "I'm sorry, Miss, I didn't mean it! It's just that there's nothing to eat at home, I'm the takeaway... You're back before you had time to clean up."

She was so tidying up that the takeaway box fell on the carpet. Fang Ke hurriedly reached out to pick it up. The remaining soup stains in the box flowed out, and the pure white carpet was dirty.

Seeing that she was in trouble, she turned around in panic and took out a tissue to wipe the carpet, trying to wipe the conspicuous oil stain clean.

Catherine snorted coldly and looked at her in a state of contempt.

Fang Ke knew that she had done something wrong, and she became more anxious. The more anxious she was, the more she was more busy. The drink bottle fell down and rolled from the coffee table. She reached out to get it and almost caught it. Then she looked at a large pile of snack bags, then put them together with her arms, grabbed it and threw it into the trash can.

She was so eager for quick success that she fell a few snack bags and various potato chips and slags fell all over the ground.

Fang Ke was already sweating profusely, and now she wished she could have ten hands!

While anxious, he was also worried that he wanted to eat so much! After making such a mess, what if the young master thinks she is a sloppy woman!

After all the garbage was packed into the trash can, she went to the storage room to get a vacuum cleaner. When she turned around and came back, she bumped into a vertical desk lamp in the living room. With a "bang", the desk lamp shattered into pieces.

"Enough!" He shouted coldly.

Catherine turned her head to look at her nervous and restless, and curled her lips: "I still think this place is not messy enough, right?"

"No, no... Miss is not! I, I just want to... want to clean up the place..."

"I'll say it last." Before she could finish her words, Catherine interrupted impatiently, "If you don't want to die, get out!"

Catherine was really angry, and her whole body exuded a cold evil aura, which was the same as her expression when she was killing. Fang Ke was so scared that she was weakened and didn't want to leave, so she had to leave at this moment.

Because Catherine's expression was telling her that she was definitely not just a threat!

After throwing down the vacuum cleaner, Fang Ke jogged out tremblingly.

When the apartment was quiet, Catherine picked up the phone and wanted to call Auntie Zhongdian. After the light of her eyes glanced at the broken vertical desk lamp, she put down the phone again.

As if nothing happened, I returned to the bedroom, took a shower and lay down to rest.

Kristen came back in the evening and as soon as he opened the door, he stopped.

A messy room!

He almost thought that the apartment was visited by some thief who knew nothing about life. When he saw Catherine walking out of the bedroom, he closed the door and asked, "Don't tell me that the apartment has entered."

"It's almost the same as the thief." Catherine poured a glass of water indifferently and held it in her hand: "That thief said it was you who brought it in, and the person almost treated it as his own home."

Christine thought of Fang Ke, the woman she brought back from Xi Jue.
Chapter completed!