My billionaire husband spoils me too much

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.

"Come down."

Patrick, who was holding the ladder, urged her in a cold and deep voice.

"I'm not finished." Christina held the ladder with both hands as if she would go down if she hadn't

finished.

She was a little obsessive-compulsive. A white wall had been painted to dreamy pink except the gap in

the middle. She had to finish it no matter what.

"Are you coming down or not?"

Patrick had become much more patient recently.

"No." Christina replied straightforwardly.

The people watching the show in the corner were so excited. Henry muttered in a low voice, "I

suddenly admire Miss Dickens." No one would have her courage. Charles tutted, "It's a small matter for

her."

In the eyes of friends like Charles, Christina's greatest contribution was to make Patrick's temper much

better. During the years they had been married, Patrick had obviously become much gentler.

May and Crystal, the pregnant woman, were also there. They saw Patrick's face and thought that he

would forcefully pull her down, but to their surprise, Patrick said, "Come down, I'll do it for you."

No one else dared to breathe heavily.

Christina hesitated on the ladder for a while before reluctantly climbing down and letting him do it for

her.

"Patrick, do you know how to paint the wall?" She gave him the paint bucket and brush and teased.

Patrick raised his eyebrows and looked at her, "Even you can do it. How can I not know how to do it ?"

Christina immediately shut up.

Her husband had strong self-esteem and had to do better than anyone else.

Patrick, dressed in a suit worth more than a hundred thousand dollars, rolled up his sleeves, and did

the wall painting well.

May and Crystal even felt that the man who did the donkey work had a sacred halo. He was so

handsome.

Unfortunately, Christina didn't notice it at all.

She looked up to supervise him and shouted unhappily, "Patrick, the paint is too thick. You have to put

on a thin layer first and wait until it's dry."

It was quiet all around, and no one dared to say anything. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Patrick personally painted the wall less than a square meter, which made the people below very

nervous.

It was done. Standing beside him, Christina smiled and elbowed Patrick's arm like a good buddy, "How

was it? Was it fun?"

Patrick looked at the plain pink wall and suddenly felt that it was very pleasing.

"Patrick, you've got paint on your hair."

"Help me get rid of it."

Patrick pulled her in the bathroom to clean up.

Charles and the others had an evil thoughts and immediately informed in a low voice that no one was

allowed to enter the bathroom.

"I saw the obvious red mark on the back of Patrick's neck just now. What is it?"

"Could it be a hickey? Can a hickey be so obvious?"

Charles looked at Henry with a smile and said in a teasing tone, "Watch and learn. You see how

colorful their marriage life is."

Chandler and Crystal were ashamed to hear that.

May said, "I don't think Patrick and Christina have such special tastes."

Everyone burst into laughter. Charles said, "I heard that Christina even proposed to Patrick. That

process was too violent and tasteless. Ha-ha..." Everyone thought a lot about it.