My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 866

Christina took her son and several others including Crystal to a sizeable square. As Christmas was

approaching, all the major businesses decorated their shops for the celebration of great festivity. The

flickering lights on the Santa Claus statue and Christmas trees lightened a festive atmosphere.

The children were very interested in these shiny and colorful wrapped gifts. Small was no longer pining

for hugs and threw himself into the piles of gifts.

He grinned and grabbed a little stuffed toy shark with great excitement and cheers. Holding it, he

turned to the group of people and shouted, "Mommy!" He then picked up an inflatable tumbler, raised it

high above his head, and turned around once again, "Mommy!"

Everyone laughed. "Small calls everything mommy."

Christina was resigned. "He just wants to get everything."

Geoffrey hastened forward to play with Small and got a few carts to help him load the gifts he had

chosen. Geoffrey was determined to realize Small's dream of hoarding treasures.

Christina held her eldest son. Big would rather lie in her arms than participate Small and Geoffrey in

their fun. She had to take a strap and carry her son on her chest. Fortunately, she had a vigorous

constitution and wouldn't be tired after a long harrowing trek.

Big didn't know how to act in a lovable and coy manner, but he really wanted to.

He turned around and raised his head at his mother with big black eyes blinking like grapes. Big's clear

eyes were sparkling, which implied that he was very happy.

It was Christina's weird temper that, as Small was a cute little troublemaker and spoiled by everyone,

she would never indulge him but scold him instead if need be. On the contrary, Big was always a quite

boy, which softened her heart.

Christina headed towards the men's clothing area. May turned back and said to Geoffrey and Small, "Is

it okay to just leave them playing in the child's area? What about bringing them over?"

"Let him play there. If he follows but turns out to be dissatisfied, he'll cry."

Waving her hand, Christina felt very assured and confident in them. She carefully scanned and

selected a few sets of men's clothes, but neither seemed to look very outstanding. She pinched Big's

fine and tender face and said to herself, "If I buy your father a Santa Claus suit, will he wear it or not?"

Crystal also wholeheartedly chose clothes for her man.

May was a little more sensible and always felt that it wasn't good to leave the two children there. From novelbin

time to time she turned around to make sure they were there. "Christina, are you really at ease to just

leave your youngest son behind, and carry the other in your arms? It isn't quite good for you to be

biased like this..."

Christina raised her eyebrows. "It's not that I'm biased. He likes to play there. If you force him away, he

will definitely burst out crying. You have never seen how difficult to deal with Small if he cries."

She rushed straight to the clothing store and bought a three-meter-tall puppet costume that was

designed to be an inflatable panda.

"This panda suit is Patrick's Christmas present," she was very satisfied with her choice.

Crystal and May were reluctant to comment. It was unimaginable for Patrick to dress in a panda puppet

suit.

Christina also didn't have the nerve to forget the old man at home. She strolled all the way through

several floors and visited a few high-end tea shops. However, it turned out that the quality of the tea

was just so-so. Thinking that she would be given cold shoulder if the tea was bad, she simply bought

him a jade toad to decorate his table.

"Oh, isn't it weird to send him a jade toad? Why don't you just buy that tea brick?"

"Old Master is hard to satisfy. The tea isn't good enough. He will blame me for being tasteless."

It was fine when she and Patrick got married at the beginning. Senior Mr. Hopkins didn't mind anything

back then. Now, as they became more familiar with each other, he was pickier than before.

"But Patrick is starting to consider gifts less important now."

People bought a lot of things, which were packed in bags big or small. Christina even purchased a very

strange pajama as well as a scary white headgear. She said it was also for Patrick.

"Are we buying too many?" May asked. She was the most restrained person and most of her shopping

was for Henry.

Crystal also bought many household necessities for daily use, together with some holiday gifts. As for

Christina, she didn't even know how many things she had obtained, so she asked the shopping center

to send everything back to the Hopkins family residence once and for all.

After shopping for three hours, Christina felt her lower limbs sore and exhausted. She ordered some

dishes in a restaurant serving local cuisine, at the same time was going to bring Geoffrey and Small

over for a meal.

However, a small figure hurriedly pushed open the glass door of the restaurant. It was Geoffrey who

trotted towards them with an anxious and helpless expression. His eyes were still full of tears as if he

was about to cry.

Even Geoffrey was crying. What had happened?

"Aunt, Aunt Hopkins!" Geoffrey shouted in a panicked voice from afar.

Crystal and May immediately rose up to their feet. Christina, on the other hand, leisurely unburdened

Big off her chest and said slowly, "Calm down. What's going on?"

"Aunt Hopkins, Small was taken away by a fat woman, a human trafficker!" Geoffrey was so agitated in

tears from the corner of her eyes.

"Ah!"

This made May also so scared that she stammered nervously. "How, how could this be happening in

broad daylight! These human traffickers are too rampant. Which direction, where did they go?"

Geoffrey held and pulled Christina's hand tightly, trying to take her to chase after Small.

"It's alright, it's alright."

Christina put Big on the chair and requested Crystal and May, "Help me look after this boy."

Then she patted the hem of his clothes, slowly stood up, and told Big, " Now listen to two aunties. Sit

down still and don't play around. Mommy will go get your brother."

"Okay."

Big looked at his mother with his widened eyes and replied in a long, childish voice.

Geoffrey was anxious. He blamed Christina for being too slow, so he dragged her with all his might out

of the restaurant. "Calm down, it's useless to be in such a hurry," Christina still acted leisurely and

shouted at a corner, "You two stay here. Give me the walkie-talkie."

"Yes, madam." Two tall and strong bodyguards in black suits revealed themselves from nowhere.

Only then did May and Geoffrey notice that there had always been two bodyguards following them.

Getting the walkie-talkie from the guards, Christina switched to the channel very skillfully. "Where is my

son now?" she spoke to the microphone.

"On the first floor underground, outside the staff entrance. The trafficker was carrying our young master

and running to the square."

Geoffrey was a little confused upon hearing that.

As it turned out, the bodyguards had been monitoring the two children. But why didn't they stop the

trafficker immediately?

"According to the rules set by Patrick, the child is allowed to take risks if his safety is secured."

It was necessary to have bodyguards for her bringing two children out to the wild alone. She could

always trust particularly the bodyguards picked by Patrick himself.

"Then, then let's go find Small now."

Geoffrey was still worried. Just now, that fat woman hugged Small and fled right away. He couldn't

catch up with her even though he tried his best. It scared him into tears.

They quickly left the shopping mall.

Christina held the walkie-talkie in her left hand, confirming the current situation, whereas Geoffrey's

collar was in her right hand, which was to avoid the boy running around too flusteredly.

"Madam, we are waiting on the roadway 500 meters from the west entrance. It was a white Honda car."

Christina gazed into the distance from far away and answered, "I know where you are."

The narrow and short road of that location was surrounded by a large group of people.

A person without knowledge would think there was a major accident there. With the noisy argument

from the crowd, Christina got closer and heard a very familiar voice.

Small cried loudly and heartbreakingly.

"Get out of the way, people! This is my son. He's crying because he isn't feeling well and crying. I have

to take him to the hospital now..."

A fat middle-aged woman hugged a two-year-old baby boy tightly in her right arm. She pushed aside

the crowd with her left hand and was about to get into the white Honda.

"This doesn't look like your child!" A righteous elderly man stood up from the crowd to stop her.

This soft and tender boy, with his beautiful features and big eyes resembling sapphire, looked a

hundred times prettier than the baby in the advertisement. He didn't match this vulgar middle-aged

woman at all.

Moreover, no kid would kick and knock so fiercely in their parents' arms. Telling from the scene, the boy

struggled very hard and tried his best to escape.

"This IS my son!"

The fat woman's tone was very insistent. Regardless of others' arguments, she opened the door and

stuffed Small in.

Unexpectedly, there were two more babies inside the car. As Small raised his voice and cried bitterly,

the originally quiet cabin became very noisy with the other two kids being affected by him and starting

to cry out loud.

The white Honda was already surrounded by the indignant crowd when Christina arrived. "Call the

police! Don't set her free before the police come."

"Mommy!"

"Mommy!"

As soon as Christina got closer, Small's whole face was pressed against the car window. He pouted

and shouted, crying even more heartbreakingly and miserably.

Christina chuckled untimely when she saw her youngest son rush over and lean forward, squeezing his

entire chubby face against the glass.