High-priced new wife: mistakenly committed dangerous love madness

Xin Chang's body squatted down slightly, and with both hands, he hugged her horizontally.

Catherine was caught off guard by a princess hugged by him, her heart beat so fast, and a crimson blush gradually appeared on her face.

Looking around with evasive eyes, her voice was trembling almost imperceptibly: "You let me down, I can walk by myself..."

"Then you give me a run?" Squinting at her, Christine quickened his pace towards his McLaren.

It was the first time in her life that she enjoyed his princess hug, and she was still dizzy until she sat in the passenger seat.

"I'm not asking you to stay in the apartment to recuperate, and take my words as deaf ears, right?" Christine growled while driving.

His face was tense, his brows were furrowed, and he was very dissatisfied with her leaving without permission.

Catherine turned her head away, not looking at his angry face: "I haven't had the habit of disturbing other people's world with light bulbs."

"Then I really have to thank you for making room for my two-person world!" He growled angrily.

It's one thing to say it yourself, but it's another feeling in my heart to hear the world of two people from him.

Squeezy, feeling a little stuffy in the chest, as if a gust of qi is stuck there, unable to go up or down.

When she didn't speak, Christine warned in a cold voice: "Catherine, don't think I can't do anything to you, I'll take care of you if you get in a hurry!"

"What, you want to kill me?" Catherine turned her head and looked at his handsome profile lightly.

"You can wait and see."

Catherine shook her head and said, "Kristen, I really don't know that my leaving will make you so angry. My body is my own business. You care so much. What is your position and identity?"

Christine snorted coldly, and answered her with disdain: "Boss, is this status enough?"

The scope of responsibilities and obligations that should be fulfilled by your boyfriend or other half.I just don't want to disturb you making out with women, there's no need for you to chase after her, it's not good to make that little beauty sad. "

In the second half of the sentence, even she herself didn't realize how sour the tone was. Of course, Christine, who was furious, didn't notice it either.

"Crunch—" McLaren slammed on the brakes, and the wheels rubbed against the ground fiercely, barely stopping.

Catherine slammed forward with inertia, but fortunately she was wearing a seat belt, so she was fine.

She slammed back into the chair heavily, and she turned to stare at Christine: "You're crazy!"

"I think you are the one who is crazy!" Christine slammed her fist on the steering wheel and roared, "It's you who don't want to do it with me, so what if I find another woman? Don't give me the damn accusations of beating around the bush." , Catherine, all the responsibility for me to find a woman lies with you! Also, don't talk to me in a f*cking way, you really don't need me, and you don't lie to me to come back with the lie of going abroad!"

Catherine didn't speak, and Christine continued to growl: "Do you really think I fucking want to control you? I'm only worried about you because you have been with me for so many years. Even if you have a dog for so many years, you will have feelings. What about the dog! You don’t want me to care about it, do you? Well, I’ll care about you when I’m fucking full and have nothing to do! Catherine, this is the last time. I won’t ask you whether you live or die in the future! Remember it for me Already!"

After speaking, Christine took a few deep breaths, guessed the accelerator, and ran out roaring and galloping out.

Catherine didn't speak from the beginning to the end, she quietly listened to every word he said, his anger, his outburst...

Gently knocking on the eyelids, leaning all the weight of the body on the back of the chair, feeling full of melancholy.

Christine, you don't know, I don't want you to care, but I don't want the identity you use to be inconsistent with the identity I expect in my heart...