My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 163

"What's wrong?"

Christina excitedly told Crystal that where was worth visiting in F City, but suddenly she heard some strange noises from the other end of the phone and asked anxiously, "Crystal, did you meet someone?"

"Nothing..." Crystal said awkwardly.

She looked up at the little boy who had suddenly appeared. The five-year-old boy was dressed in a blue and white sailor uniform, with a delicate face and a particularly handsome face. His little fat hands were still holding a small backpack tightly.

Crystal was having afternoon tea at this restaurant, and the child rushed towards her inexplicably, scaring her.

"Step aside, I want to sit inside." The little boy seemed to dislike her for being slow to react and urged her in a childish voice.

Crystal opened her eyes wide and glared at him. She knew that he was a child of a rich family, but he was too arrogant. How dare a child order her like this!

"Where are your parents, boy?"

Seeing that this boy was clean and cute, Crystal asked him patiently.

The little boy squeezed hard into the seat, climbed up to the seat, and sat down with his little backpack in his arms, as if he was bothered by something, shaking his short legs. His face was tense. Obviously, he didn't want to talk to her.

Crystal was so depressed. Kids nowadays were so daring to run around strangers.

However, they were not total strangers. Last time, she was unlucky enough to take care of the kid all night.

"W...Where's your father?" Crystal thought for a moment. Well, he was just a five-year-old boy. She asked him gently.

"He's not here."

The little boy seemed a little awkward to be stared at by her burning eyes, pretending to be a little adult, and was reluctant to squeeze out the answer.

"Of course I know he's not in this restaurant. I asked you where your father was and asked him to come and pick you up..."

Crystal was furious at once. The kid despised her a lot last time. He was so arrogant when he saw her again. He was too impolite!

But after scolding him, Crystal noticed that the little boy had been looking in the right front direction.

He was small and thin, his short black hair was a little messy, and his collar was a little crooked. He quietly looked in the same direction. His bright big eyes were filled with tears as if he was about to cry.

Crystal was panicked. She didn't bully him!

"Crystal, what's going on over there?" Seeing that she hadn't responded for so long, Christina began to worry. "Was it because you were drunk yesterday and you felt something wrong with your stomach?"

Christina's voice brought Crystal back to her senses, and she followed the boy's gaze with a look of astonishment.

So it was her...

The little boy came to spy on his own mother...

Crystal smiled helplessly at the phone. "I'm fine. I just run into an annoying person."

"Who is it?"

Christina became even more nervous at the moment, worried that Crystal would lose out in a fight with someone else.

"Who else could it be? The ones who forced me to leave the company, Sabrina, Erica, and Barbara."

"Barbara..."

Christina held the phone and whispered the name.

She didn't come to the Fishers because she went with her best friend. They were really in such a good relationship.

Christina wanted to ask a few more questions but Crystal had hung up the phone, and a man walked to her side, saying to her in a gentle voice, "Patrick is willing to let you sit here alone?"

"Hello."

Christina looked up and stunned for a moment. She did not expect Chandler to come over to greet her.

Chandler was still as gentle and handsome as he used to be. But today, he looked a little tired under his silver-rimmed glasses.

"Patrick and Charles are over there..." Christina had nothing to say to this man. She pointed in the direction. Chandler must have come to look for them.

Chandler chuckled. "Don't bother. I'll stand here and they'll come."

Christina's eyes lit up. She didn't know much about the man, but she remembered that he wasn't as easy to engage with people as Charles. He was gentle and friendly, but he was also very distant. She always felt that he was a little enigmatic.

"Chandler, you're finally here. I was afraid you'd be in a bad mood after the divorce." He teased and snickered. As expected, Charles walked over very quickly.

Divorce?

Chandler divorced his wife who had a good figure.

Christina was curious about the gossip and looked at Charles, wanting to dig up some information, but a hand suddenly patted her head. "Don't have too many drinks." As he spoke, the remaining half of the glass of juice on the small round table was removed by another slim, white hand.

"We'll leave after 20 minutes."

Patrick whispered to her, as if to comfort her to be patient, and then looked at Charles. Then the three stunning men walked towards the wine tasting area.

"I'm sorry, I had a loose tongue just now." Charles shrugged his shoulders to show his sorry.

He knew that Christina had a little conflict with Erica and Barbara. Patrick wanted his wife not to worry about anything.

Chandler's face darkened slightly. He took a blue cocktail from the waiter's tray and drank it up in one gulp. He was hiding some irritation, but he still had the usual gentle expression when the glass was empty as if he didn't care anymore.

"I just got divorced. This has nothing to do with Christina, and it's not because of Patrick. I just figured it out myself."

Charles was immediately excited when he said that. "Chandler, you're really out of your misery. Your brain is finally back to normal!" That was good.

Patrick looked at Charles coldly, grabbed half a glass of red wine, and stuffed it into his hand. "Drink it." Charles Chandler held the glass in his hand and immediately restrained himself. He was too excited just now.

After all, divorce was a sad thing for the parties involved, especially the one who used to love deeply.

Charles really didn't understand what was good about Erica. She was flirting with men everywhere. Why did Chandler still like her?

"I'm sorry I made Christina angry last time." Chandler took another cocktail and raised his glass to Patrick. His voice was deep and solemn.

Last time, Erica mistook Christina for an ordinary worker and scolded her for carrying their customer's bastard son for a business deal. Christina was angry, so Patrick directly revenged against Guan family.

Raising his glass, Chandler drank up the cocktail again. He couldn't hold his drink, and the wine went down his throat and made him cough hard...

Charles immediately patted him on the back. "Are you okay? Don't drink too much. The doctor said that wine is not good for your health."

Patrick didn't say anything comforting. He was never good at comforting people. He looked at Chandler, frowned and said, "Are you not feeling well?" He asked indifferently.

True friends would talk the truth. Chandler raised his head and smiled bitterly. "Yeah, I'm not feeling well."

"If one day, Christina do something that you can't forgive, will you choose to divorce her?"

Patrick's hand, which was holding the wine glass, paused, his cold face expressionless.

He refused to think about it.