My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 129

"Mr. Hopkins, you're coming..."

The door to the top floor of Fire Club was opened, and a man walked in slowly. Ignoring the flattering voices around him, he raised his eyes and looked around, and walked directly to the semicircular bar on the east side.

"Patrick, is Grandpa coming with the other shareholders?"

As soon as Barbara turned around, she saw the man walking toward her and asked with a smile.

"Grandpa doesn't like bars," Patrick replied faintly. Before the words were out of his mouth, he suddenly frowned and lowered his voice. "What happened to your hand?"

Patrick stared fixedly at Christina's hand. But Christina immediately hid her hands behind her back.

"What's going on?"

How could Patrick let her go so easily? He looked at the woman with dark eyes and grabbed her right hand, which was wrapped in white gauze.

"Nothing."

Christina did not want to explain and tried to withdrew her hand, but Patrick clasped her wrist.

"Her palms are a little bruised," Charles said innocently. He had known that Patrick would blame him, so he took a sip from his glass and did not forget to emphasize, "Christina hurt herself."

Patrick deliberately pressed his finger on the wound. Christina strained her face as stinging pain came from the wound and her brow furrowed a little, which made Patrick even more irritated.

"I've told you this morning to wait and I would send someone to pick you up. You didn't listen to me."

"It's because of me." Barbara smiled awkwardly and she wasn't expected that Patrick would become angry so easily.

"Patrick, don't blame Christina. She was holding me up, so her palm hit the fire-sensitive metal buckle on the floor..."

"I'd love to."

Christina, not knowing what mood she was in, darkened her face and muttered.

It means that her injury had nothing to do with him, nor did she need Barbara to intercede for her.

"Christina!"

Patrick's face was a little gloomy. He bent down, put his hands on her shoulders, and pressed his lips against her ears. He said angrily, "How many times have I told you not to flaunt your superiority."

"I didn't hurt my son."

Christina's first thought was that she was pregnant and raised her head rather proudly, adding, "I reacted quickly and immediately half crouched down and propped myself up on the floor with one hand, I wouldn't let my son have an accident."

Patrick looked sideways at her and was so angry that she dared to show a smug look on her face.

"Christina, you're very proud, huh?" He was angry but laughed out loud.

He simply sat next to her and pulled her down on his lap. He put his left hand around her abdomen and raised his right hand to deliberately ruffle her hair on her forehead.

"Hey, don't mess up my hair."

"It looks no different than usual..."

"That's because you don't appreciate it. I'm obviously prettier than usual tonight." Christina was not modest at all.

Patrick laughed and said nothing more.

A little depressed and with her hair mussed on her forehead, Christina simply rubbed against his shoulder.

She did pick out some clothes and get a haircut to attend his party today, trying to impress his senior staff and friends, but it didn't seem necessary. Those people didn't dare to come.

"Patrick, if your wife changes her clothes and hairstyle, you have to praise her, or I have the right to be angry with you." Christina recently read a lot of articles about how men and women get along.

"Then remember to remind me." Patrick was obliging.

Dissatisfied, Christina punched him in the chest with her right hand. "That will be meaningless if you need me to remind you."