Chapter 676

Fangke stayed up all night and was extremely nervous. The next day, Catherine woke up and fell down.

After sorting out Li's sleeping pajamas, he began to walk slowly to Fangke, looked at the shadow under her eyelids, smiled, and turned into the bathroom to wash.

She would not sympathize with Fangke, let alone pity her.

She had never done anything evil in Catherine's life. If she had compassion, she would have been at peace. The rest could not arouse her half pity.

What's more, Fanke made it clear that she was going to rob Christine from her. How could she be merciful to her?

Don't think about it. She has been with Christine for so many years, and no woman has squeezed in between them. Now she not only squeezed in, but also brazenly provoked her. What is it, not to die?

Fangke was shaken up.

Before her misty eyes opened, Christine's slightly cold voice rushed into her ears——

"Why do you sleep here?"

Fong Ke rubbed her swollen head from staying up late, got up straight from the sofa, thought about it, and said wrongfully, "last night, in order to take care of the young lady... I didn't sleep all night, so I accidentally slept over... I'm sorry, young master."

Suddenly, Fangke exclaimed, "by the way, young master, have you had breakfast? I'll make it for you now!"

She was about to get up and make breakfast. At this time, the half closed bedroom door was pushed open. Catherine hugged her chest with one hand, carried coffee with the other hand, leaned against the door frame, looked at Christine and said, "breakfast is ready, come down and eat."

Christine is really hungry. Besides, Catherine's cooking is not bad. She has been used to eating for so many years.

Then he nodded, got up and went downstairs. After Christine left, Fanke stood in place, some at a loss.

Catherine smiled, took a sip of coffee and said, "I'll only say these words once. Christine is not someone you can think of. He's my man. If you have any unrealistic ideas, you'd better strangle them immediately. Do you say my hands are beautiful?"

Catherine raised her slender white hand in mid air and asked her.

Her words changed so quickly that Fangke was stunned and said truthfully, "they are very beautiful."

Slender, white, slender, round fingertips, with a pink luster on her nails, her hands can be called a model.

Catherine looked down at her hand and said, "it's these hands that killed many people, strangled and stabbed. Of course, the most is shooting, which saves time and effort."

Fangke was scared to step back a few steps, her legs softened, her calf hit the foot of the sofa, and a standing unstable fell to the ground. Looking at Catherine, who smiled, she became more and more cold. She trembled her lips and opened her mouth: "little... Miss... What are you doing saying this to me?"

Can't you understand such a straightforward threat?

Is her IQ too low, or does she speak too abstruse?

Catherine frowned and said, "I'm threatening you. If you dare to make Christine's idea or dream of climbing into his bed, you'll die the next day."

As soon as possible, Fangke was frightened badly in his heart. Fang Ke said firmly and calmly, "if the young master wants me on his own initiative, will you kill me, miss? You know... I'm the man brought back by the young master... The purpose of his bringing me back... Is to go to bed..."

"Even if he wants to force you, you can't obey. Remember, you can't die." Catherine's eyes were cold: "because I don't like people touching my things."