My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 121

At about seven o'clock in the evening.

It was supposed to be quiet, but the area was noisy, making people restless.

Under the dim sky, the people who were in a hurry, with their bright flashlights on, were holding printed color photos in their hands.

This was a photo of a woman wearing Chanel's latest summer outfit, a loose lavender floral dress with white standing collar and a pair of black snake-printed flats. She had a delicate face and had black, curly and supple hair that was long to her waist...

"Hello, have you seen this woman before..."

"If you have any impression, you can tell us and we will give you rewards..."

The evening was especially bustling for Clifton District. A group of tall and sturdy men, strangely looking around, asked about a woman.

The residents of the old district started to make a commotion, and everyone was thinking seriously. Because it was said that if they could find the woman, they would be offered a huge windfall of million dollars.

"Who is her?" People got curious.

At this moment, the woman in the loose lavender floral dress with a white standing collar was in an inconspicuous tiled house in the innermost part of the old district. Christina was at a loss and was trying to communicate with the old woman.

"I just happened to meet your grandson in the park and bring him back... Don't cook for me. I'm leaving..."

"Do you have a phone here?"

Christina spoke in standard Mandarin and put her hand in her ear, meaning that she wanted to make a phone call, "I want to make a phone call home. I'm afraid my family will look for me..."

The old woman in front of her was about seventy years old. She was in simple and clean clothes, smiled kindly and spoke in tongues, "Please sit here for a while. We're about to have dinner."

Christina was about to go crazy. She couldn't communicate with the old woman.

Looking at the dark sky outside the door, she became more and more flustered. She kept emphasizing, hoping that the other party could understand her meaning, "I want to make a call. Is there a phone? A phone!"

"My grandson is naughty. I am so worried about him. Thank you for sending him back..."

But the old woman was still thanking Christina. As the old woman spoke, she seemed to have suddenly remembered something. She turned around excitedly and walked out the door, mumbling as she walked, "...I'll go grab a rooster and let you bring it back."

What was she talking about?

Christina only heard the word "rooster".

"I don't want rooster. I'm going back." Christina sat on a wooden chair in the small living room with an anxious expression.

"Sister."

A childish voice came. A little boy about three years old raised an apple high in his hand and handed it to her. He smiled a little ingenuously and looked shy.

Christina looked down at the little boy standing beside her feet and took his apple, "Thank you." But she really had no appetite.

In the afternoon, she was sulking in the small park. Suddenly, she heard the child crying. Out of curiosity, she walked toward the direction of the voice.

Then she found the child under an old slide on the right side of the park.

At first, she thought the child fell and hurt himself. She approached him carefully and felt lucky to find that the child was not hurt. Unfortunately, she seemed to be entangled.

"I want my mother..." The child kept crying and wanted his mother.

Christina didn't know how to comfort people. Even if the other party was a three-year-old child, she still looked a little helpless.

At first, she thought of calling the police and handing him over to the police, but the next second, she was so angry to find that her phone was in Patrick's car.

"Do you live near here? I'll take you home." She squatted down and looked at him horizontally.

The child seemed to understand her. Probably because he saw that there was no one around and he was tired from crying, he got up and held her tightly with his little fat hand.

Then, somehow, she came here dazzledly, and Christina got lost in the end.