Chapter 675

Seeing that the two didn't sleep together, Catherine put down the big stone in her heart a little. When she heard his question, she had no choice but to shrug her shoulders: "sorry, I suddenly itched and wanted to practice."

"Do you think I believe it?" In the middle of the night, if you want to practice your hand, you won't open a fragile door. He knows her best!

Do you think he will believe such a bad reason?

"What if you don't believe it?" Catherine disagreed.

Looking at Fang Ke sitting on the sofa with the quilt in his arms, he kept looking at them, and a sneer came from the corners of his lips.

Yeah, so what if you don't believe it?

Can he kill her?

Annoyed, he grabbed the pillow at hand and threw it at her. Christine shouted, "get out!"

Easily waved the pillow, and the pillow hit Fang Ke's face. She was stunned immediately.

Catherine said, "get out, but before I get out, I want to say something."

"You say!"

"I'm still badly injured and need to be served. If there's no servant in the apartment, she'll be fine." After that, the index finger pointed to Fang Ke, who covered his face with one hand.

Christine curled her lips and smiled. "You took her away. Who can help me solve my needs?"

Catherine said quietly, "right-handed lover or left-handed partner can."

This damned woman even called him self Comfort!

Before he became angry, Catherine glanced at Fanke coldly and hummed, "come with me."

Catherine led the way out.

Fangke looked at Christine for help and said, "young master..."

"Get out." Christine waved impatiently, then fell down and continued to sleep. She didn't care about her at all.

Moreover, Catherine is a person who refuses to give up until she reaches her goal. If Fangke doesn't follow her, no one will want to stop tonight.

It was because she knew her personality that Christine felt pressure and tried to avoid it.

When she came to Catherine's bedroom, Fangke rubbed her hands in a respectful tone, but a reluctant hatred flashed across her eyes: "Miss, how can I serve you?"

Standing in front of the French window, Catherine said without looking back: "go out! Has no one taught you what etiquette is?"

Fangke looked embarrassed. Seeing that the bedroom door was half open, she pushed the door in. Unexpectedly, it was Catherine's reason to make trouble for her at the moment.

Unwilling but helpless, Fangke went out, knocked on the door and said, "Miss, can I come in?"

Catherine turned and looked at her for a moment. For a long time, she said, "come in."

Fangke walked in, Catherine's index finger ordered the sofa, and the cold charm of her lips cocked up: "you'll sit on duty tonight. I'll call you whenever I need it."

Catherine went back to bed Lie down, turn over and close your eyes.

Leave Fangke to clench her fist secretly, clench her teeth and look at her

"Look at me with that kind of eyes, and I'll dig out your eyes and cook them for you to eat." Catherine closed her eyes as if she had seen her hostile eyes and spoke faintly.

Fangke was surprised. How did she see it?

She didn't open her eyes?!

How could she know that as a top killer, she didn't have such sensitivity. She had died hundreds of times. How could she live to this day?

That night, Fangke sat on the sofa all night. Because of the bloody threat, she was stunned and forced to hold up her spirit without dozing off.

That night, Catherine slept well and had no dreams.