671. Chapter 671 The Little Devil’s Teeth【82】

She never likes others to touch her things. What does she regard the apartment as her own home now?

Fang Ke followed to the sofa uneasily. Although she didn't know why Catherine was so hostile to her, she knew that it was definitely because of the young master.

"Miss, I won't leave." Fang Ke shook her head and looked at the coffee table with her cold eyes. She exclaimed and immediately rushed to the coffee table and started to clean up: "I'm sorry, miss, I didn't mean it! It's just that There is nothing left to eat at home, so I just ordered takeout... You came back before I could even pack up."

She was cleaning up in a panic, and the takeout box fell on the carpet. Fang Ke hurriedly reached out to pick it up, but the remaining soup stains in the box flowed out, staining the pure white carpet.

Seeing that she was in trouble, she turned around in fear, took out a paper towel and wiped the carpet repeatedly, trying to wipe away the conspicuous oil stain.

Catherine snorted coldly and looked at her fussing with contempt.

Fang Ke knew that she had done something wrong, and she became more and more anxious. The more anxious she was, the more she was in a hurry. The drink bottle tipped over and rolled off the coffee table. She reached for it, caught it narrowly, and then looked at a lot of them. Snack bags were gathered into a pile with both arms, grabbed and thrown into the trash can.

She was so eager for quick success that she dropped several snack bags and all kinds of potato chips and crumbs all over the floor.

Fang Ke was already sweating profusely. She wished she had ten hands at this moment!

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

After putting all the garbage into the trash can, she went to the utility room to get a vacuum cleaner. When she turned back, she bumped into the standing desk lamp in the living room. With a bang, the desk lamp shattered into pieces all over the floor.

"That's enough!" He shouted coldly.

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

"No, no... not Miss! I, I just want... to clean this place up..."

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

Catherine was really angry, exuding a cold evil aura, which was no different from the expression she had when she killed people. Fangke was so frightened that her legs softened and she didn't want to leave, but she had to leave now.

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

Throwing down the vacuum cleaner, Fang Ke trotted out shivering.

When the apartment became quiet, Catherine picked up the phone to call Auntie Zhong. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the broken standing lamp and put the phone down again.

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

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

The room is a mess!

He almost thought that the apartment was visited by some reckless thief. When he saw Catherine coming out of the bedroom, he closed the door and asked, "Don't tell me that the apartment was broken into."

"It's almost like a thief." Catherine poured a glass of water nonchalantly and held it in her hand: "You brought that thief in, and he almost regarded this as his own home."

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

Did she do everything here?