High-priced new wife: mistakenly committed dangerous love madness

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

Fang Ke anxiously followed to the sofa. 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'm not leaving." Fang Ke shook her head, followed her already cold eyes to look at the coffee table, she exclaimed, and immediately rushed to the side of the coffee table to clean up: "I'm sorry, miss, I didn't mean it! It's just There is nothing to eat at home, so I just ordered takeaway...you came back before you had time to clean up."

She tidied up in a panic, the takeaway box fell on the carpet, Fang Ke hurriedly reached out to pick it up, but there was still residual soup stains flowing out of the box, dirtying the pure white carpet.

Seeing that she was in trouble, she turned around in fear, took out a tissue and wiped the carpet repeatedly, trying to wipe off the eye-catching oil stain.

Catherine snorted coldly, watching her flustered with contempt.

Fang Ke knew that she had done something wrong, and she became more and more anxious. The more anxious she became, the more flustered she became. The drink bottle was tilted and rolled off the coffee table. She reached out to grab it, and caught it narrowly. Snack bags, folded into a pile with both arms, grabbed them and threw them into the trash can.

She was so eager for quick success that she dropped a few snack bags, and all kinds of potato chips were scattered all over the floor.

Fang Ke was already sweating profusely, wishing she could have ten hands at this moment!

While anxious, I was annoyed why I had to eat so much!After making such a mess, if the young master thinks she is a sloppy woman, what should I do!

After putting all the rubbish into the trash can, she went to the utility room to get the vacuum cleaner, and when she turned around and came back, she bumped into the standing desk lamp in the living room.

"Enough!" He drank coldly.

Catherine turned her head to look at her who was nervous, and raised the corners of her lips: "You don't think this place is messy enough, do you?"

"No, no...it's not Missy! I, I just want...to clean up here..."

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

Catherine was really angry, and she exuded a cold evil spirit, which was no different from her expression when she killed someone. Fang Ke was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he didn't want to leave, but he had to leave now.

Because Catherine's expression told her that what she said was definitely not just a threat!

Throwing down the vacuum cleaner, Fang Ke ran out trembling.

After the apartment became quiet, Catherine picked up the phone and wanted to call Auntie Hour. She caught a glimpse of the broken standing desk lamp out of the corner of her eye, and put down the phone again.

Returning to the bedroom as if nothing had happened, took a shower and lay down to rest.

When Christine came back in the evening, he stopped short as soon as he opened the door.

A mess!

He almost thought that the apartment had been visited by a burglar. When he saw Catherine coming out of the bedroom, he closed the door and asked, "Don't tell me that the apartment has been broken into."

"It's almost the same as a thief." Catherine poured a glass of water indifferently, and held it in her hand: "The thief was brought in by you, and he almost regarded this as his own home."

Christine immediately thought of Fang Ke, the woman brought back from the Sir.

She did everything here?