Chapter 731

Catherine blinked at the bottom of her eyes and opened her lips: "you said to set me free."

"You said you were willing to stay for me!" Christine yelled angrily.

"You don't like me. I have no reason to stay."

Christine's face was awkward, her ears were suspicious, and her voice was stuffy: "well, I think about it carefully. I still like you."

You have reason to stay. Don't go!

"Only a little?" Catherine was slightly disappointed.

Christine's face was brown, like thinking about a huge problem. Finally, her face twisted: "a little more than a little!"

Catherine smiled, pulled his face and said, "you just like it a little, but I love you. I suffer a lot."

Christine gritted her teeth: "Catherine, are you pushing an inch?!"

Seeing that he was so angry that he was smoking on his head, Catherine smiled happily and raised her hand to pat his handsome face, "I'm so tired. I'll sleep first."

With that, he went to the bed, opened the quilt and lay down.

Looking at the raised quilt, Christine's facial expression began to soften. After a long time, she sniffed angrily and funny.

Look at her. She really ate him to death.

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First she was injured on a mission, and then she was caught by the American emperor. Catherine has recovered, but Christine still let her rest at home.

On the face, it's for her sake. In fact, I don't want her to have any chance to meet Xiao Wei.

I have to say that men's jealousy and caution are sometimes really terrible.

Even if Catherine and Xiao Wei are colleagues, there is inevitable contact and cooperation at work.

After Christine ordered her not to go to work for the time being, Catherine was also happy to live at home leisurely, and the pace of life was infinitely slowed down.

In the morning, she watches TV and cookbooks at home. At noon, if Christine doesn't go to dinner with her, she will make some food at home to fill her stomach. In the afternoon, she goes to the supermarket to buy vegetables and goes back to her apartment to cook.

Usually when Christine comes home from work, he can smell the food filled in the apartment. Looking at the busy figure in the kitchen, he leaned quietly against the kitchen door frame, and a feeling of home suddenly came into his heart.

When she heard the sound of opening the door, she heard the sound of footsteps at the door. There was no need to look back. Catherine knew that he was looking at her. The hot sight condensed on her back made her want to ignore it.

After frying the last dish and loading the plate, she turned back with the dish. With a faint smile, her lips opened and said silently, "are you back?"

Christine stared at her for a long time, then nodded, straightened up and leaned against the door frame, walked towards her, and took the dish from her hand: "I'll come."

Three or two times, five dishes and one soup, he brought them to the table.

After living with him for so long, Catherine had already found out his taste, and the dishes were specially selected for what he liked.

Seeing a table with meat and vegetables, Christine leaned back lazily to the back of the chair, raised the corners of her lips and looked at her jokingly: "Catherine, in fact, you're not a killer. There's another career that suits you better."

Catherine fed him and asked, "what?"

"Housewife." When she put the rice in front of her, he suddenly intercepted her slender white hand and stroked it suggestively.

"Pa -" clapped his hand.