My billionaire husband spoils me too much
Chapter 121

At about seven o'clock in the evening

It was supposed to be quiet, but the area was noisy, making people restless.

Under the dim sky, the people who were in a hurry, with their bright flashlights on, were holdingprinted color photos in their hands.

This was a photo of a woman wearing Chanel's latest summer outfit, a loose lavender floral dresswith white standing collar and a pair of black snake-printed flats. She had a delicate face and hadblack, curly and supple hair that was long to her waist...

"Hello, have you seen this woman before..."

"If you have any impression, you can tell us and we will give you rewards..."

The evening was especially bustling for Clifton District. A group of tall and sturdy men, strangelylooking around, asked about a woman.

The residents of the old district started to make a commotion, and everyone was thinking seriously.Because it was said that if they could replace the woman, they would be offered a huge windfall ofmillion dollars.

"Who is her?" People got curious.

At this moment, the woman in the loose lavender floral dress with a white standing collar was in aninconspicuous tiled house in the innermost part of the old district. Christina was at a loss and wastrying to communicate with the old woman.

"I just happened to meet your grandson in the park and bring him back... Don't cook for me. I'mleaving..."

"Do you have a phone here?"

Christina spoke in standard Mandarin and put her hand in her ear, meaning that she wanted tomake a phone call, "l want to make a phone call home. I'm afraid my family will look for me..."

The old woman in front of her was about seventy years old. She was in simple and clean clothes,smiled kindly and spoke in tongues, "Please sit here for a while. We're about to have dinner.”Christina was about to go crazy. She couldn't communicate with the old woman.

Looking at the dark sky outside the door, she became more and more flustered. She keptemphasizing, hoping that the other party could understand her meaning, “I want to make a call. Isthere a phone? A phone!”

"My grandson is naughty. I am so worried about him. Thank you for sending him back..."

But the old woman was still thanking Christina. As the old woman spoke, she seemed to havesuddenly remembered something. She turned around excitedly and walked out the door, mumblingas she walked, "...I'll go grab a rooster and let you bring it back.”

What was she talking about?

Christina only heard the word "rooster".

"I don't want rooster. I'm going back." Christina sat on a wooden chair in the small living room withan anxious expression.

"Sister."

A childish voice came. A little boy about three years old raised an apple high in his hand andhanded it to her. He smiled a little ingenuously and looked shy.

Christina looked down at the little boy standing beside her feet and took his apple, "Thank you.” Butshe really had no appetite.

In the afternoon, she was sulking in the small park. Suddenly, she heard the child crying. Out ofcuriosity, she walked toward the direction of the voice.

Then she found the child under an old slide on the right side of the park.

At first, she thought the child fell and hurt himself. She approached him carefully and felt lucky toreplace that the child was not hurt. Unfortunately, she seemed to be entangled.

"I want my mother..." The child kept crying and wanted his mother.

Christina didn't know how to comfort people. Even if the other party was a three-year-old child, shestill looked a little helpless.

At first, she thought of calling the police and handing him over to the police, but the next second,she was so angry to replace that her phone was in Patrick's car.

"Do you live near here? I'll take you home." She squatted down and looked at him horizontally.

The child seemed to understand her. Probably because he saw that there was no one around and hewas tired from crying, he got up and held her tightly with his little fat hand.

Then, somehow, she came here dazzledly, and Christina got lost in the end.

She wanted to go now, but she didn't know which way to go...

The night was getting darker outside the door, which made her even more uneasy. Soon, the oldwoman came in with a big rooster about ten kilograms in her right hand.

"You can carry this rooster home..."

A big rooster was handed directly to Christina. She was a little dumbfounded. Before she could pickup the living creature with her hands, suddenly there were cries of frightened cocks and dogsoutside the door.

A dozen black sports cars rushed into the old district, disturbing the peace here.

Creak --

The screeching sound of brakes and the headlights of the high-intensity white lights lit up the darkand desolate place like day.

The people in the room looked at it in panic. The big rooster in front of them took off, seemed to bescared and chuckled uneasily.

The little boy cried out in shock, and the old woman looked frightened and bewildered as shewatched a group of tall, strange men rush into her house. She was so frightened that she huggedthe child tightly in her arms and squatted down trembling.

"You, what are you doing!"

Christina looked nervous. She looked at a large group of men in front of her and immediately stoodup from the bench.

However, as soon as she spoke, the familiar figure appeared outside the door.

She was stunned for a moment. Instead, Patrick was expressionless and very calm. The bodyguardson both sides made way for him, and he approached her step by step.

Christina wanted to say something, but... Maybe it was because the lights outside the house weretoo dazzling, or maybe it was their sudden appearance that surprised her too. He seemed very...Very angry.

"What are you doing!"

He grabbed her wrist and dragged her out. His strength was so big that her wrist hurt like it wasabout to break. Her face turned pale and subconsciously struggled to get rid of him.

"Patrick, let me go.”

"It hurts --"

Out of the tiled house, there were scattered starlight overhead. The dirt road here was uneven,surrounded by weeds and fine stones, and there was a large field behind it. There were nostreetlights in this place, and it looked a little desolate at night.

"Let go, where are you taking me..."

Christina's voice became more and more frightened. He dragged her along and kept walking... Infront of them was the dark and gloomy field stalks, and the tall straws were swayed by the wind andlooked like ghosts.

But the tall man in front of her pursed his lips and said nothing. Under the cold moonlight, his facewas cold, and his deep eyes looked into a far and dark place...

He held her tightly, without any pity. Instead, he was even angrier because of her voice, holding herwrist tightly and forcefully dragging her along.

"Patrick, what are you going to do? Let me go. Let me go. I don't want to go there..."

She tried to control her sobbing voice. She was afraid of the dark, "What are you doing? Let me go. Idon't want to go there--" She even had to turn on the bedside lamp to sleep, or she would havenightmares.

It was a paddy field, and when her feet were in the muddy stalks of the field with water, perhapsbecause it was at night, the paddy field looked extremely eerie to her. With every step she took, thecold and gloomy touch made her shiver uncontrollably.

She immediately remembered the time when she almost died in a field like this, in the same darknight, in the same gloomy place.

"No

"Let me go, I don't want --"

Her face was pale, and she screamed in shock. She tried to break his hand, to break free, to escape,to escape...

"What don't you want? And where do you want to go!"

The man in front of her suddenly stopped. He turned around and looked straight at her with hiseyes as cold as if they didn't have any warmth, "Christina, are you scared? Well, what are you feelingnow..."

He looked her straight in the eye and gritted his teeth, "I've been looking for you all afternoon, andthat's how I feel!"