My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 856

They were preparing an engagement party themselves.

The venue was a nightclub owned by the Hopkins family. All the employees had a week off with pay. Originally, several managers wanted to stay and help, but Christina refused.

"Patrick is going to marry someone like you. Tsk tsk... What a spendthrift." Charles specially postponed his work for a week to join in the fun.

"Do you know the weekly turn of this nightclub?"

Christina threw a box of balloons at him, "Help blow the balloons, you wicked businessman."

Everyone knew that Henry's original agency was very snobbish afterwards. Seeing that Henry had recently perked up and seemed to be very familiar with a few big shots in the industry, they wanted to be his agent again.

However, Charles directly intercepted them. This guy had been secretly helping Henry and asked Henry to sign the deed of sale.

"I can't do anything about it. My family is not as rich as Patrick's. We accumulate wealth steadily and are content with a little wealth."

"Are you still not wealthy enough, you profiteer?"

Charles smiled brightly and did not hide his pride at all. He signed Henry directly, and in the future, his media company would have another cash cow to exploit.

"Henry is willing. He was so down and out before. I was the only one who reached out my warm hand to give him help in the snow and teach him how to pursue his wife."

Charles felt that he had done a lot of good deeds and made money by the way.

Seeing that he was so smug, Christina held a paintbrush and wanted to put it on his face, "Is it your credit? It's Patrick's credit!"

Patrick was going to ask someone to send Henry back, which pushed the miserable couple too far.

Charles rubbed his chin and thought, "That's right, Patrick's move... No wonder he can even win your heart."

"Am I that difficult?" Christina contradicted him angrily.

The people who were helping blow up the balloons suddenly got silent. Henry and the others couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Patrick spared an empty space and said it was for Henry's engagement. Everyone saw Christina arrange for the party busily and stayed where they were tacitly. It was obvious that they were looking for something to do for Christina.

There were 32 floors in this entertainment center. Since Christina's energy was limited, she only chose the top floor. She hired a wedding design company, asked for a large number of balloons, painted the walls, and did a lot of decoration works.

She was not tired. Instead, she climbed up and down happily, put on a newspaper hat, climbed up the ladder, and painted like a decorator.

"I find that I'm quite talented as a laborer. I can go to the construction site to work as a laborer." Christina was in a good mood.

She was quite patient on the ladder, painted the wall bit by bit, not sparing any gaps.

She had been loafing in the Hopkins family for so long that it was rare for her to have some work to do. Christina worked very hard. She found that when she had worked all day, she would sleep soundly at night.

"I told Patrick that I wanted to get a job, but he refused." She stood on the ladder and chatted with the people below.

However, no one responded to her.

Christina ignored them and continued to work. At about noon, Charles and the others went out to buy food.

There was a small gap in the ceiling above her head that was not painted with pink paint. She held a small paint bucket with left hand and a brush with her right hand. She stood on tiptoe and stretched out to the gap...

"Be careful!"

The people below were so shocked that they couldn't help but shout.

Christina quickly brushed through the wall, and the empty space was also covered with pink paint perfectly.

She lowered her head in annoyance, "Don't yell. You scared me."

Only then did she see that the person who was holding the ladder for her Patrick.

Charles and Henry, who were standing far away, were all laughing playfully.

No wonder no one responded to her when was talking. It turned out that Patrick was here.