Christine White gave a bitterugh, “Because I don’t know who to leave thepany to at the moment.”


    “Bess Camp,” Baird Lane’s thin lips flicked out, and set her straight, “he just happens to be in the country still, let him go.”


    Christine White blinked, “My brother?”


    “Uh-huh.” Baird Lane nods.


    Christine White waved her hand, “No, no, no, my brother has his ownpany.”


    “Hispany isn’t out of The Camp Family yet, it doesn’t make much difference if he manages it or not, not to mention, there’s Dad, who’s the chairman, so it might be better to let Bess Camp stay in the country and help you manage it for a while.” Baird Laneughed softly.


    Christine White was a bit impressed and squinted her pretty eyes, “But my brother will never agree to that, what should I use?”


    “Just get him drunk.” Baird Lane’s eyes crossed.


    Christine White’s eyes lit up and she gave him a thumbs up, “Honey, you’ve gotten bad.”


    Baird Lane’s pupils constricted at her cry of husband and the knot in his throat moved as he took her into his arms, “What did you just call me?”


    “Honey.” Christine White looked at him.


    Baird Lane’s thin lips curled, “Shout it again.”


    Christine White quit yelling, “Nothing to yell at you for.”


    “I love to hear it, in a shout.” Baird Lane wrapped his arms around her waist.


    Christine White’s body pressed closer to his, soft breasts that could feel his stiff chest.


    She looked at the anticipation in his eyes and smiled helplessly, “Okay, honey, is that okay?”


    “In a few more shouts.” Baird Lane’s thin lips hooked.


    Christine White red, “Baird Lane, don’t give me an inch.”


    “I don’t, I just like hearing you call me that.” Baird Lane said in a low husky voice as he bowed his head and lowered his forehead to hers.


    Christine White was so crisped up by him that she swallowed and opened her mouth to cry out repeatedly, “Hubby Hubby Hubby, is that enough?”


    Baird Lane hmmm’d and gave her a kiss on her red lips, “That’s enough, but call me that from now on.”


    Christine White pouted and pushed him, “Well, we’re not done with the topic of conversation just now, how did youe up with the idea of getting my brother to say yes by getting him drunk?”This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    “From what Mom told me, she said that’s what your future sister-inw used to hear your brother admit his feelings for her.” Baird Lane lets go of Christine White.


    Christine White nodded, “So, it looks like my brother is drunk.”


    “Exactly, often people like that, when they’re drunk, will agree with anything anyone says.” Baird Laneughed a little.


    Christine White spread her hands, “That’s a big weakness… I’ll have to tell my brother about it when I get him to agree to help me run thepany so he can watch out for himself in case the haters find out about itter.”


    “So you agree?” Baird Lane pinched the tip of her nose.


    Christine White moved to p his hand away, “I know you still ask.”


    “Okay, then I’ll contact Ives Norton,” Baird Lane said, pulling out his cell phone.


    Christine White looked at him curiously, “Contact Ives for what?”


    “He’s got drugs in his hand to speed up the drunkenness, you can’t really give your brother a lot of booze, his stomach can’t take it that way, well you get changed, the phone’s on.” Baird Lane pointed to the phone and then took it to the balcony.


    Christine White looked at his back and smiled, and her heart was warmed by his attentiveness.


    Even she, her sister, hadn’t thought that drinking too much alcohol was bad, while he, his brother-inw, had, and was clearly more qualified than she was.


    After the call, it was five minutester.


    Baird Lane returns from the balcony and Christine White is dressed and brushing her hair.


    Baird Lane came up behind her and, as a result of theb in her hand, helped her to continuebing, ending up with a ponytail that looked extraordinarily English.


    “Is it nice?” Christine White stood up.


    Baird Lane nodded, “It looks good, all my hair looks good when I put it up.”


    “Don’t tter yourself, let’s go, I’m hungry.” Christine White cried andughed as she patted his chest hall.


    Baird Lane grabbed her hand straight away and squeezed it before pulling her out of the room.


    After the meal, Timothy’s father and mother came by, mainly to say goodbye.


    They came to the country, originally just to participate in Christine White’s wedding, and now that the wedding is over, they naturally can’t stay in the country for much longer, after all, the families and groups abroad, are waiting for them to go back to sit in the town.


    Christine White had known this as well, so there was nothing but some dismay when she heard theming.


    Father Toki follows Baird Lane to the study, where the two men seem to be talking about some kind of coboration.


    In the parlor, Christine White and Timothy’s mother were the only ones left.


    “By the way mom, where’s brother?” Christine White asked curiously.


    How could it be wrong that Timmy and Timmy were all here but Bess Camp?


    Timothy’s mother took Christine White’s hand, “Your brother went out to a concert.”


    “So.” Christine White nodded her head in understanding, then thought of something and asked, “Mom, when are you and Dad nning to leave, I’ll bring Baird and Bo to see you off then.”


    “Tomorrow afternoon, in the morning if you like, I’ve talked to your father about going to see your mother.” Timothy’s mother tousled the hair around Christine White’s ears.


    Christine White moved closer into her arms, “Then I’lle along then.”


    “Good.” Timothy’s mother nodded lovingly.


    At that moment, Uncle Fu came over with Bo.


    Bess Camp saw Bo and immediately pushed Christine White out of the way and went over to pick Bo up.


    Christine White, seeing that she had lost her favor as soon as little baby arrived, couldn’t help but shake her head in amusement before stepping forward and teasing little baby together with Timothy’s mother.


    little baby’s nature nowadays, although not yet as lively as a normal child, but the little emotions that should be there are still there, being teased by mother and daughter, will also be shy, will also be upset.


    I believe that in a short while, Bao will fully recover and be a lively and cheerful child just like other children.


    Christine White and Timothy’s mother had been ying with Bao in the parlor for almost two hours when Baird Lane returned from his partnership with Timothy’s father.


    Father and Mother Timothy then excused themselves and left, agreeing toe back tomorrow and see E Smith at the mausoleum.


    Christine White and Baird Lane carried Bo to drop Timothy’s father and mother off outside the old mansion and saw the car go away before they turned back.


    “What have you and my dad talked about working together?” On the way back to her room, Christine White looked sideways at the man holding her baby.


    The manughed a little and said, “The Camp Family’s business is mostly an electronics piece, and I recently had the research departmente up with an insting material that’s betterpatible with electronic parts, so I talked to Dad about working together.”


    “But The Lane Family Group isn’t involved in this piece of industry, so why are you suddenly letting the research department get this?” Christine White was puzzled.


    The man adjusted his hold on Bo and said, “For you.”


    “Me?” Christine White pointed to her nose.


    The man hmmmed, “That’s right, I’m going to set up a newpany that specializes in this insting material, and the newpany will need me as the chairman to sit in on it, so that I’ll have to travel back and forth between home and abroad a lot, and I’ll be able to take you abroad to see Mom and Dad more often.”


    At that, Christine Whitepletely understood what he meant and smiled in a touched way, “Why didn’t you tell me before?”


    “Wanted to surprise you, of course.” Baird Lane said, “Well, how’d you like the surprise?”


    Christine White offered to hug him, “Sure enjoyed it, Baird, thank you.”


    Baird Lane cradled his little treasure in one arm and his other arm around her shoulders, holding mother and child together, “I’m your husband, you don’t have to say thank you to me, as long as you’re happy.”


    “You guys are enough, this seems to be a public ce, if you want to show your love, go back to your room and show it, okay?” Just when the family of three was full of warmth, Hugh Dong’s voice rang out abruptly.