My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 130

"What's wrong?"

Patrick gazed down at the woman in front of him. She was obviously unhappy.

Christina glanced at him and lowered her head in silence.

"By the way, didn't Chandler say he was coming over? I haven't seen him in years..." Barbara suddenly asked with a stiff smile on her face.

Charles answered, "You surly haven't seen Chandler for long. His son is already five now."

"His child must be very gentle and handsome."

Hearing that, Patrick said calmly, "Chandler will come with that child today..."

Though Patrick was indifferent, he liked that smart kid.

Charles also liked that kid and smiled merrily. "Barbara, when you see that little boy whose name is Geoffrey, you will definitely like him. He looks as innocent as Chandler, but in fact, very cunning and scheming."

As they were talking about the past, Christina sat quietly by their side. She did not say anything, as she couldn't really have an opinion on it.

"Perhaps that woman would come as well. Forget it. It's a rare chance for us to get together. That kind of people will just spoil the fun." Charles spoke directly, a bit irritated.

"After all, she's Chandler's wife, and Geoffrey's mother. Charles, don't look so bothered."

Barbara exhorted her, raising the glass in her hand and clinking it joyfully with him.

Christina couldn't understand what they were talking about, but Chandler's wife didn't seem to be very welcomed by Charles's words.

"Wanna go home?" The man beside her said in a low voice.

She was stunned and a little dull.

She looked at Patrick holding her right wrapped hand. He rubbed her wound with slight pressure, but it was more like a stroke.

Although she didn't understand their conversation and their past, at least he didn't leave her alone.

"No, I was thinking that you do have a lot of friends." Suddenly, her tone was a little awkward.

She really didn't understand Patrick's life, let alone his circle.

This so-called orientation aimed to expand Barbara's domestic connections. There were several senior executives who had appeared on television and some rich businessmen. These people were mostly here for Patrick's sake.

When Patrick heard her words, he smiled. "Why, do you think I have no friend..."

Then he added, "I asked them to bring their wives and children over today. If you feel bored, you can chat with those women."

Perhaps it was because his eyes were focused and indulgent, her cheeks were a little red as she murmured, "I'm not familiar with them."

"If you like, they will try to familiarize themselves with you instead." Patrick's tone was firm and disdainful.

Everything you wanted would come true.

"Oh."

Christina was a little confused, and she answered absent-mindedly.

Patrick seemed to like to see her freeze up when she went blank.

He was in a good mood. He put his hand around her waist, pulled her body to his chest and leaned his head against her shoulder.

Christina was so tightly held by him that she was a little embarrassed. There were so many people watching them.

But Patrick behind her did not seem to mind it at all. His head rested on her shoulder and he rubbed his thin lips against her earlobe occasionally.

All of a sudden, Christina's ears turned red.

At this moment, two men on the left came over with wine glasses in their hands. They glanced at each other in surprise. All the business people were extremely sophisticated and did not dare to disturb them.

With a smile on his face, he clinked glasses with Charles and others. "Why didn't I see anyone from the Fishers today..."

"You the Hopkinses, the Shepherds, and the Fishers from F City have always been in good relations with one another, but seemingly you have seldom been together in the past few years. I heard that next month is Mrs. Fisher's 50th birthday. Charles, will you come?"

"That old witch!"

Charles and Barbara were greeting each other, while Christina faintly heard them mentioning "Mrs. Fisher". She felt angry.