My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 549

Chapter 549
Chandler suddenly came to the Hopkins family and said that there was something important, Originally, Christina had planned to lean over to listen without taking care of her cute baby, but Patrick didn’t want Christina to hear the conversation.
Patrick always kept her from knowing too much. “The more you know, the more upset you will have.” Nanny Faang explained to her in a low voice.
Christina didn’t insist after thinking about it for a while.
Anyway, Christina would be confused even if she listened to them.

The last time, Christina had had lunch with a few socialites, and the women spoke with heavy irony that Christina knew too little and warned her to maintain her position. Christina didn’t care about it. Knowing too much would only increase her annoyance. As a result, she just needed to live a happy life.
It was not until nearly 11 o’clock in the evening that Chandler left the Hopkins family.
The two men had been talking in the study without having dinner, while Christina fell asleep at 9: 30. Recently, she lived a tranquil life, going to bed and getting up early.
The bedside lamp was on. Patrick walked inside very gently and took the shower first. Then, he came out in a navy blue bathrobe and sat by the bed.
The woman was having a sound sleep, stretching her hands and leaving no space for Patrick. She also kicked his pillow onto the blanket under the bed.
Watching the woman sleeping well for a while, Patrick pinched her nose.
“What are you doing!”
Christina was woken up and she grunted.
It wasn’t the first time that Patrick had annoyed Christina when she fell asleep. Seeing the man, Christina turned over, hugged his thighs with both hands, and got closer. “You, don’t bother me.” She mumbled in a daze.
Patrick looked at his wife with amusement.
He smoothed her long black hair with his large hand. At first, he just wanted to tease Christina. “Stop. I’m having my period. Stop, don’t do it…”
Christina misunderstood the man and even slapped him twice.

Looking at her fair and beautiful side face, the man became hungry for her with his body hot and heart
pounding. Asleep, Christina was really fascinating and lovely.
Thinking of it, the man had to take a cold shower.
However, the woamn was immersed in the sound sleep.
“… What story did you tell our son today?” He didn’t want to let her off.
“I want to sleep.”
She pushed his chest, asking the man not to bother her.
With his hand into her pajamas, Patrick stroked her smooth skin and said. “I can’t fall asleep now. It has been provided that you are obliged to tell me a story.”
Patrick’s hand tickled Christina who was not afraid of being beaten but tickled.
Losing her temper, she bit his thigh and said, “I’ve told you that I’m having a period.”
05
Patrick was used to her sharp teeth.
Once, when he went swimming with his friends, Charles asked in surprise if he was infected with a certain skin disease or bruised after noticing the red mark on Patrick’s thigh. Patrick was timid to tell them that it was his wife’s routine work.
Gazing at the back of her head on his lap, the man said softly, “Will you tell a story, or shall I do something else?”
Frowning, Christina lay motionless,
What a despicable and shameless man!
Patrick always gave her two choices, just like the way Christina coaxed her child, threatening and enticing.
Since the man was her biggest support, Christina had to be obedient, especially at night.
“… Come on, lie down.”
“Patrick, you’re great that you work so hard every day to support us.”
“You have to support me and the baby,” Christina said. Indeed, it was Patrick who provided them with such a happy life.
Christina got up, served Patrick well, even considerately covering him with a quilt.
After a while, she added, “No, everyone in the Hopkins family depends on you. You must work hard, or
we’ll have no food.”

Cooperative, the man lay flat. Served well, he turned over and said, “My shoulders are sore.”
Christina glared at the back of his head. The man woke her up from her sound sleep. Now, the man put forward a large number of requests.
“If your husband is sick, how can he make enough money to support you?”
Knowing that she was reluctant, the man spoke slowly.
“Patrick, you really work too hard.” Christina was aware that she’d better be obedient.
Therefore, she worked hard to massage his shoulder.
After thinking for a while, she asked, “Patrick, what do you think about me having a job to make some money?”
Patrick, who was lying on the bed, pretended not to hear.
Christina pushed the man again.
However, the man remained silent.
“Chandler talked with me about Crystal.” After a short time, Patrick changed the subject. At first, the man hadn’t intended to tell her, but he was unwilling that Christina would go out to work.
As expected, hearing about Crystal, she forgot to talk about her work. “What did Chandler say? How is Crystal now? What cooking school is she at in France?”
Christina massaged his shoulders hard.
Christina would never make progress in doing the housework or massage service.
“Crystal didn’t initiatively do the abortion.” Patrick was reluctant to say more.
Christina was in a daze. After coming to her senses, she got really excited. “So what? Did someone hurt her?” Lying flat, Patrick was like a fish on a brick, more pained because of the pinch.
“Not yet.”
The man’s response was always formulaic.
Irritated, she grabbed his nightgown, pushed him over, and stared at him. “Make it clear!”
Patrick was lying flat, while Christina was sitting. At this time, she looked down at him from above, a little imposing
Familiar with her character, Patrick was clear that she would never give up asking him tonight without getting his explanation.
“Crystal didn’t sign up for cooking in France. Instead, she lives in the old district of Paris with three other women. Currently, she works as a cook in a traditional French restaurant.”

“She rents with someone else? Who?” Christina was surprised. She had thought that Crystal was to learn to cook and had prepared everything well.
Crystal didn’t seem to have any friends in France. Besides, it was a little dangerous to rent with strangers.
“Someone she met online.”
“Are those people good-tempered?”
“I don’t know.”
“Hey, you know nothing at all!” Christina hit him on the head.
Patrick was calm. Perhaps it was because he had been used to being abused.
“Crystal is kind, if she shares a room with those selfish and powerful people, she will definitely be bullied.”
Christina was so worried that she began to blame Chandler. “It was Chandler’s fault. Didn’t he give Crystal alimony after divorcing. Why did Crystal rent with others?”
Hearing it, Patrick frowned slightly.
His wife always worried about those outsiders, including Crystal and Derek.
The woman muttered to herself, “But I met some friends on the Internet as well. They’re fine.”
“… A netizen was named Octopus with Seven Legs. She said that she lived alone in a big city and she was so poor, so she ate one of her legs.”
Inspired, Christina started to talk about a few netizens met online.
“… Another netizen had two smart dogs at home, a big golden retriever and a corgi. She asked the corgi to lie on the floor and pretend to be dead.”
Patrick raised his eyebrows, wondering how Christina met these strange people online.
Christina continued introducing excitedly, “The big golden retriever squatted behind the corgi and had white sheets on the corgi’s head, added with a card on his neck…”
“The card was written ‘Sell Myself to Bury My Father’,” then Christina burst into laughter.
Seeing Christina’s happy look, Patrick moved up the corners of his mouth. No wonder she wanted to give birth to the twins, and it seemed that her son was regarded as a dog.
“… Who are they?” Patrick asked her seriously.

Like Patrick, Christina pretended not to hear him.
Checking the clock, Christina found it was 1 a.m. She really wanted to sleep.
“You must make it clear to me about Crystal tomorrow night.”
Then, she lay on the bed as well. Before falling asleep, she told him to ask his men for help so that what had happened could be figured out tomorrow night.
After that, she fell asleep calmly, breathing evenly.
Patrick leaned over and gazed at her comfortable sleeping face. “Christina, you haven’t told me a story yet.” The man really wanted to wake her up.