My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 318

"Why are you here?"

When Crystal looked up and saw clearly the man, she asked him with hesitation, "Why are you here?"

Chandler rushed over with a briefcase. He frowned and watched her squatting on the dirty stone steps in a mess.

Seeing her tear-stained face, he suddenly became angry and raised his voice, "I'm asking you. Why are you here alone?"

Perhaps because he suddenly raised his voice with anger, Crystal looked at him with redder eyes. Her eyes were full of grievances and tears. Crystal couldn't help but cry. "I, I... I don't know. I seem to mess up with everything. I'm useless."

As she cried, she tried to speak, but her voice was vague. Crystal seemed to be a quiet and timid person who was frightened. She couldn't stop crying.

Seeing her aggrieved face and crying, Chandler was panicked. He once teased her but she didn't get angry. He didn't know which bastard had bullied her.

"Why are your clothes wet?"

Chandler put the briefcase aside and squatted down to look at her carefully. Then he found very obvious finger marks on her cheeks.

Chandler was so furious that he asked anxiously, "Who did this?"

For a long time, no one squatted in front of her like this and spoke to her in that gentle voice. Crystal was touched and rushed over to hold the person in front of her. She muttered to explain, "I, I really don't have money. They want millions. What should I do? I can't make that much money. I know I'm useless..."

Chandler could not hear what she was saying. Her sudden hugging him tightly scared him stiff for a second, and there was nervousness on his handsome face.

He rarely touched women's bodies.

Chandler sighed and was hesitating if he should push her away now, but soon Chandler noticed that the woman had a high temperature. He didn't know how long she had been wet in the cold wind.

It was also a coincidence that he came here today. A company wanted to cooperate with his company. And after signing the contract, he left with his assistant to go back to the city center. He glanced at the window in boredom and found a familiar figure.

In fact, he came over with uncertainty. He didn't expect it to be Crystal, the little fool.

The woman in his arms was still crying as if she had suffered a great grievance. It was probably because she had been a punching bag for too long and was bullied very badly today.

Looking down at her cheeks with tears, Chandler hesitated for a long time before saying, "Crystal, don't rub your tears and snot on my clothes." He teased her as usual, but this time he said that with hesitation.

Perhaps because Crystal had cried for too long, she burped in Chandler's arms. She reacted slowly and shouted angrily, "Why do you always say inappropriate words?"

Chandler was surprised. "Are you getting bolder when you're sick?"

"A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water!"

The "Pig" in his arms actually dared to refute. Chandler didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He wanted to scold her, but he couldn't say it when he saw the woman's red nose and aggrieved look.

Chandler took the phone from his pocket and called his assistant to come to pick them up. He held the half-asleep woman in his arms and went into the back seat of the car. Then he told the assistant Crystal's address.

After Crystal was sent home, she was already asleep.

He quickly assigned his work to his assistant and stayed at her place.

Looking at the woman who was sleeping soundly on the bed Chandler sigh.

Christina had left a lot of medicine in his house before, so Chandler rummaged through the boxes and quickly found the medicine for cold and fever.

With half a cup of warm water in his hands, Chandler sat at the head of the bed. He lifted Crystal up and leaned her against his chest. Chandler whispered into her ear, "Crystal, wake up. Take some medicine before you sleep."

Chandler felt as if he was coaxing the child to take medicine, and the only thing he was glad about was that Crystal was very easy to be coaxed. She almost instinctively cooperated obediently. just as her temperament. If it was Christina, it would really be a headache for Chandler to handle.

Chandler gently put her back on the bed, covered her. Looking at the dried tears on her face, Chandler had mixed feelings and was a little angry.

Chandler turned around and went to the bathroom quietly. He wet the towel with warm water. Then he walked back to the bedside and carefully cleaned Chandler's face. Chandler didn't seem to be used to that, so she turned over uncomfortably.