My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 150

"Christina, you have a big belly. You'd better not go out and bring others trouble. Stay at home." A bantering voice sounded with a hint of ridicule.

Christina's attitude was resolute. She looked at Charles and complained, "My son wants to go outside, don't keep them bored... We're going to F City. Why are you going with us? Your boss has his hands free."

Charles wanted to talk her back, but when he looked up and saw Patrick's cold eyes, he had to shut up.

It was Saturday. Mr. Shepherd, who was supposed to be out on the weekend, had to go to F City and asked Patrick to go to the Fisher Family with him, but this bitch had to make things difficult for him.

They did not delay because they had to rush to the airport and take a plane to F City. They got into the car, and the driver drove quickly, but Charles couldn't help but nag.

"Patrick, your son will be born in three months at the earliest. You can't let her be so ... shameless all the time."

When Patrick in the back of the car heard this, he looked thoughtful again.

"After giving birth, your body will become weak..." Patrick's right hand rested lightly on Christina's bulging belly and murmured in a low voice.

As he spoke, he turned to look at Christina and said in a serious tone, "Remember not to lose your temper."

He knew some women would have postpartum depression, so they had to be careful.

Christina opened her eyes wide and nodded desperately. "Yes, don't make me mad."

Postpartum depression? Bullshit!

Charles sat in the passenger seat, listening to the conversation between the couple behind him. He was depressed. Was this to say that Christina could be more arrogant after giving birth to the child? Damn it!

They arrived at the airport very quickly. "Chandler said that he would rush to the Fishers early tomorrow morning..." Charles and Patrick whispered.

Christina had never paid much attention to what these men were talking about, but when she heard the word "the Fishers," her expression became a little concerned.

"You know the Fishers very well?" She hesitated for a moment and couldn't help asking.

"Of course. Otherwise, why would I go all the way for the birthday party of that old lady from the Fishers?" They were in the first-class airline lounge, the plane was a little late, and Charles was roasting her.

Christina was quite dissatisfied with this man's attitude, but Charles's words of "old lady" sounded quite pleasant.

Then she cursed, "That old lady was elected as a goodwill ambassador. She disgusted me. Bah-"

"Christina, I don't remember that your family has anything to do with the Dickens Family."

Charles raised his eyebrows and gave her a sharp look. "You sounded like you have a deep hatred for the Fishers. Who do you know in the Fishers..."

Christina was about to tell him, but as soon as she turned her head, her expression changed into surprise as she shouted to the right, "Crystal!"

"You're going to F City too?"

Charles watched as a group of IP&G Group employees walked towards him. A figure stood out in the crowd. "Barbara, are you going to the Fishers or work?"

"There's a project, but our partner puts on airs and says they're only free on weekends."

Barbara walked up to the front and spoke with a chuckle as if she was used to dealing with these difficult clients. "I just came here. There are a lot of people at headquarters who don't like me. This project is quite big, and I have to come here myself."

Christina sat down and looked at the woman. She found that Barbara seemed to keep a standard and friendly smile all the time. Indeed, many men unmatched her calm manner.

But Charles had just mentioned that Barbara was going to the Fishers, and she was a little curious. "Barbara, what's your relationship with the Fishers?"

Christina asked directly, and surprise flickered in Barbara's eyes as if she did not know how to answer.

"She's going to see her boyfriend's parents. You are so gossipy." Charles interjected meaningfully.