My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 812

In the office, Linda, who had just been promoted to be the chief secretary, was discussing with Patrick about a few documents. "Put them all down. I'll decide after I finish reading the previous projects," said Patrick.

"Ah, haven't you finished reading the projects yet?"

Linda was surprised. After working with Patrick for so long, she was sure that he should have finished reading them long ago according to his efficiency and working habits.

Patrick muttered to himself thoughtfully, "I was too busy last night."

As he spoke, a faint smile appeared on his face. He remembered that he had indeed been a little presumptuous last night that he had a good time with Christina from the study to the bedroom.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Linda showed displeasure, as the secretary outside the door let someone in without noticing them. She frowned and looked up.

Patrick also looked at the door. Originally, he thought that it was Charles but then he was surprised with a smile. The woman he thought of just now came here.

Christina poked her head out through the gap of the door.

"Come here."

As Patrick said, he waved at her.

Linda was dumbfounded for a moment. She knew this was Patrick's wife.

However, she did not expect Patrick to call her over in such a gentle tone with a smile in his eyes as if he was calling a little pet here.

In the huge IP&G Group, especially the female employees who were closest to the president's office on the top floor, were most eager to talk about the private affairs of their big boss. Everyone assumed that Patrick's married life was definitely dull and simple.

Linda was a little shocked she looked at Christina, feeling more curious.

Christina also quickly glanced at the secretary who was standing next to Patrick, sorting out the documents. She was a smart and capable Sino-French hybrid with a beautiful face.

"I baked some cookies," Christina said directly.

Patrick was surprised. "You know how to bake cookies?"

Christina knew her cooking skills very well. "I really baked them myself. Nanny Faang and the others asked me to let the chef teach me but I think it's very simple. Anyway, they are edible."

She then walked straight to him and took out two freshly baked cartoon cookies from the exquisite gift bag. "I'll eat in front of you if you don't believe me. It's really edible."

She stuffed one into her mouth and handed another one to Patric.

Under her expectant gaze, Patrick finally opened his mouth hesitantly and gently bit a corner of the biscuit. Then he slowly swallowed it.

"Is it delicious?" Christina looked at him expectedly.

Patrick did not speak but ate the remaining half of the biscuit in her hand and then chewed it very carefully. His lips touched her fingers.

This meant that he liked it.

Christina smiled.

"I know you don't like sweets so I didn't put any sugar in it. I only put some milk and egg paste in it." As she spoke, she grabbed another piece from the bag and stuffed it directly into his mouth. Patrick took it in and chewed it slowly.

"Well, am I also a bit of a chef? Maybe I might be very good at western food."

Patrick, who had been focusing on chewing, suddenly laughed out and nodded without refuting her.

"What are you talking about?"

"Are you in a hurry? If not, go over there and have some biscuits and some tea..."

Christina was an actionist. She took a look at the chief secretary Linda. Then when she looked back at Patrick, she had already pulled him out of his chair and headed towards the coffee table.

Linda was a little stiff now and she despised this so-called "Mr. Hopkins" in her heart. Instead of being a good wife of Patrick, she disturbed her husband's work.

Patrick said only a few words, "Leave the documents here and get them after work."

As he spoke, he was already dragged by Christina to the coffee table. Now they were wondering about making black tea or green tea.

"Yes." Linda walked out seriously and closed the door.

The serious atmosphere of working was suddenly disturbed.

The moment the door closed, she saw Patrick patted on Christina's hand lightly and warned, "It's hot." Then Patrick took the small purple clay pot away and poured her a cup of tea.

The women in this company could not imagine Patrick and his wife's peaceful, warm, and sweet married life.

Also, they would never know that he liked biscuits.

Patrick immediately rejected her request.

"I should."

Patrick then turned to a subordinate and shouted, "Send Mrs. Hopkins back..."

"I'm not going home," Christina said unhappily. "Is it that hard for me to follow you? I won't disturb your work. I'll be very quiet."

Behind them, a wave of executives secretly pricked up their ears to hear the couple flirting. It was really rare for them to experience such a scene.

"Patrick, let me go with you, okay?"

She softened her voice and tried to act like a spoiled child.

Finally, in front of everyone, she threw herself at Patrick and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm going anyway!"

Patrick seemed to be at a loss at this moment.

Everyone waited in silence.

They really didn't expect that Mr. Hopkins could do nothing at all to his wife.

Patrick finally said to the assistant in a complicated tone, "Go arrange everything for her."

Since it was a temporary business trip, they booked seven business class tickets for seven people from the airline. They would buy a few more empty seats around Patrick since he didn't like to talk to others on the plane and could have a good rest then. Christina really got a good chance this time.

With Christina by their boss' side, Patrick couldn't rest then.

"Patrick, do you think that cloud looks like a drumstick?"

Christina looked outside the window, thinking about these unimportant questions.

Patrick followed her gaze and could only reply her, "No."

She scolded, "You have no imagination."

Patrick was speechless.

At the same time, the staff who were also in business class eavesdropped on their big boss' conversations with a serious but excited look.