My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 863

At nine o'clock, the fireworks began.

Boom, boom, boom.

Beautiful fireworks bloomed in the night. They were especially designed for children, with flickering

shapes of little bears, kittens, puppies, and the waterfall-like large golden light beam falling. How

wonderful.

Adults were appreciating the fireworks when Big, who had been very obedient and quiet enjoying meat,

threw the meat away in fear. Being frightened, he stood up and stamped his feet.

To him, the loud explosions of the last few fireworks were scary.

Senior Mr. Hopkins was the closest to the child. He quickly walked to Big and muttered, "Don't be

afraid..." He wanted to hug him.

However, Christina moved even faster. She came to the child, squatted down, and looked straight into

Big's black grape-like eyes.

"Cover your ears with your little hands."

Christina said softly, and at the same time, she covered Big's little ears with her slender hands.

Big's eyes were glistening with tears. Looking at Christina in front of him, he forgot to be afraid. "Use

your little hands to cover my ears, or I will be afraid too." Christina urged him.

Big was very good at language learning. He could speak fluently when he was one year old.Besides,

he could understand a lot and was very obedient.

Hearing his mother's words, Big did as she said. Like playing game, he covered Christina's ears with

his little hands. Then, perhaps because he had never touched his mother's ears, he thought it was fun. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He smiled shyly, and buried his head in her arms, giggling.

Unlike others' thought, Christina was not a bad mother who didn't know how to teach her kids.

Instead, she taught Big well.

Everyone present was surprised, especially Senior Mr. Hopkins.

He had been worried about that his two precious grandchildren would be misled by their unreliable

mother, so he deliberately separated Christina and the children.

Actually, it didn't work to tell a child "don't be afraid" when he was in fear.

It was Christina's direct approach that taught the child to defend himself.

Thinking pattern played an important role in a child's development. Only when one was used to being

proactive and defensive when encountering problems as a child can he learn to protect himself as an

adult.

Small usually reacted slower than his brother.

Hearing the deafening sound of fireworks exploding in his ears, Small realized that he was afraid. He

pursed his lips, ready to cry; he always cried.

Small was held in Patrick's arms.

Looking over there, his brother and mommy were covering each other's ears. He looked at his father in

front of him with his big tearful eyes, and mimicked putting his soft hands to Patrick's cold ears.

Patrick could not tell what he felt. Warmth flowing through his heart, he felt that his younger son was

born to be funny and kind. He cried so much, though, he was not a girl.

Patrick scratched Small's chubby waist to make the latter fluttered like a little carp, smiling and giggling.

He knew his younger son was especially ticklish.

In fact, Small was very blunt. He was not afraid of anything, and he cried only when he was unhappy,

or he saw his brother crying and followed.

Small loved to cry and laugh, and he could act coquettishly. With a pair of sapphire blue eyes, Senior

Mr. Hopkins subconsciously favored him a little more.

As for Big, he was more mature, and seemed to know how to cherish the time with his mother even if

he was only a little child. His great-grandfather and daddy didn't let him and his brother pester Christina

that much, so he had very few opportunities to be with his mother.

But he was not as coquettish as Small, so every time Big had a chance to get close to Christina, he

didn't say anything but just look at her with his big eyes, which were twinckling with expectation,

making one feel embarrassed to leave him behind.

Every time Christina hugged him, she hugged him for a long time.

"Mommy, eat."

No matter what was in Big's hands, he would raise his little head and put it to Christina's mouth. His

voice was tender and he seemed to want to take care of her in return.

Christina was touched every time. She felt that her son was so considerate. She didn't know who Big

inherited this character from. It was much better than his father, as cold as an iceberg.

At this small party in the Hopkins family, all the members of the Shepherd family came, but Mrs.

Shepherd had a bad look on her face.

"Look! They are all in pairs. They are married and have lovely children."

"Charles!" Mrs. Shepherd was furious and vented her anger on her youngest son.

Charles was the scapegoat.

"Why did you break up with Miss Preston? Why are you so picky? You're already in your thirties, and

men in this age don't have the right to pick. It's your pleasure that she doesn't dislike you, but you

broke up with her. Remember, you promised me before that you would bring a wife home at the end of

this year..."

Charles stood there and listened to Mrs. Shepherd.

Glancing at the brothers in front of him from the corner of his eye, Charles was very unhappy. (This is

clearly oppression, clearly tyranny. Why my family members treat me so unfair?)

(The whole family always bullied me and made me take the blame.)

"It's okay. I'm cynical bachelor, and you all are elegant elite. I deserve it." Charles whispered to his

brothers.

The second brother of Charles shouted, "Mom, Charles said he wanted to stay single and let you and

my father work hard to have a baby."

"What?" Mrs. Shepherd was furious.

However, considering that they were in the Hopkins family, she gritted her teeth and glared at Charles

fiercely. "You wait and see. I won't beat you here because this is not our house!"

(It has been a long time since I whipped Charles with the feather duster at home. It seems that he

misses it.)

Charles froze.

When he was very young, he knew that all of his brothers were good at bullying him. (At least I am the

youngest in the family and have got two godsons from the Hopkins family. Godsons are also sons, and

I have made contributions to my family.)

Charles knew that he couldn't resist his mother, or he would be beaten even harder, so he lowered his

head, admitting defeat.

Christina and May were eavesdropping on the family meeting held by the Shepherd family on the

grass. At the same time, they sympathized with Charles, for they did not expect that charming Charles

would have such a complicated family.

Christina sighed, "Forget it. Don't bully him anymore. His life is not easy as well."