Seize His Little Wife

Jiao Mu looked at her like this, and for a moment, she didn’t know what to say.

After all, it’s only human for her to be worried about President Lane.

“How about this, Secretary White, you go sit in the upper gondola, where you can see President Lane at all times,” Gates offered.

Christine White’s eyes lit up, “Okay, I’m on my way.”

“I’ll go get your ticket then.” Gates turned to go out.

In a short while, he returned with a ticket.

Christine White said a word of thanks and took her ticket to the front to board the gondola.

Sitting in the fully transparent gondola, she looked down and could see the entire ski area.

The ski area wasn’t too crowded and it was hard to find someone.

But Christine White, who has eyes only for Baird Lane, is quick to find him.

She hurriedly pulled out her camera and took a shot at him.

After filming for I don’t know how long, Baird Lane is seen removing her headgear and getting on a ski bus to the same station she stayed at earlier.

“That’s not skiing?” Christine White muttered regretfully to herself as she watched the distant shadow of the ski van.

She hasn’t shot enough.

But seeing as he’s been skating for so long, he should be tired too.

With that in mind, Christine White rang the bell in the gondola and prepared to go down as well.

When she went down, she also bought a bottle of water, which she intended to deliver to Baird Lane.

However, as soon as she walks into the station, she sees Baird Lane surrounded by a number of women, all of them spirited blondes.NôvelDrama.Org content.

It was a scene that made Christine White’s eyes sore and her mouth pout.

Although she had always known that Baird Lane was very attractive to women, she had never seen him surrounded by women because he was too cold and his status was too high for those women to approach him.

But these western women are different, they don’t care about that, if they like it, they just jump on it.

As it was, even when Baird Lane showed signs of impatience, they still didn’t back down.

“Baird!” said Christine White, unable to look away, taking a deep breath and yelling Baird Lane’s name.

Baird Lane heard her voice and turned his body around, “You didn’t go back to the hotel?”

“No.” Christine White shook her head.

Baird Lane hmmm’d, and then said something to the women, who one by one reluctantly left.

“This is for you.” Christine White walked over and handed him the can in her hand.

Baird Lane took it and looked at it, “What’s this?”

“A functional drink, I bought it just for you.” Christine White smiled back.

Baird Lane was silent for a few seconds and raised his eyebrows slightly, “Are you sure this is a functional drink?”

“Isn’t it?” Christine White pointed at her finger, suddenly a little uncertain.

Baird Lane sighed, “It’s alcoholic beverages, I’ll get you a good English teacher after the reunion, and hopefully you’ll learn English well enough to stop doing these stupid things.”

“I know.” Christine White gave a couple awkward laughs.

She’d always assumed that in sports venues, all they sold was coffee and functional drinks, who knew there were alcoholic beverages!

She’d never even heard of it before, so much so that she embarrassed herself in front of him again.

He was right though, it was really time for her to learn a lot of things.

Click!

Baird Lane unscrewed the can.

Christine White saw him do this and called out, “Baird.”

“What’s wrong?” Baird Lane looked at her faintly.

Christine White pointed to his hand, “Since it’s wine, you might as well not drink it.”

“It’s fine.” Baird Lane withdrew his gaze and tilted his head back to take a sip.

Christine White froze for a moment, then smiled happily.

He hadn’t refused her kindness yet.

“Take it.” Baird Lane shoved the unfinished drink into Christine White’s hand.

Christine White looked down, a little confused as to what he meant.

Baird Lane didn’t explain either, just bent down and picked the skis up.

Now Christine White got it, he was going skiing again.

“Baird, can I come too?” Christine White looked at him with expectant eyes.

Baird Lane frowned, “No way! I had Gates tell you not to prepare you for skiing.”

“I don’t ski.” Christine White put down the drink in her hand and held up the camera hanging from her chest, “I just want to go take pictures.”

“What kind of pictures?”

“Ah your pictures, I just took a lot of them on the gondola, but they weren’t very clear because they were too far away.”

“Show me.” Baird Lane held out his hand, more than a little interested in her words.

Christine White took the camera off and handed it to him, “Here.”

Baird Lane took the camera and went through the pictures she had taken one by one.

After looking at it, he handed the camera back to her and, without a word, grabbed his skis and headed out the door.

Christine White froze for a moment and hurried after her, “Wait for me.”

“You go back.” Baird Lane ordered without looking back.

Christine White, not wanting to go back, pretended not to hear his remark and followed suit, “Baird, you haven’t told me how my shot went.”

Baird Lane jerked to a halt.

Christine White was off guard and crashed.

“Well …” She let out a cry of pain, the tip of her nose raw from the impact, tears brushing her eyes.

She hastily covered her nose and took two steps back, but the snow was too thick and she didn’t step firmly, and after stumbling a bit, she just sat on her butt.

Baird Lane was all baffled by her series of movements, and it was several seconds before he coughed softly to regain his senses, and said in a cold, deep voice, “Christine White, can’t you hear me when I say for you to go back?”

I can’t believe I asked him how the photos went.

How is she shooting without a shred of self-awareness?

Where the hell did she get the courage to ask him that question?

“I hear you, but I don’t want to go back.” Christine White stopped her tears and sniffled as she tried to get up.

But I was too thickly dressed to make much effort, and I managed to get up a little before I sat back down on my butt.

Baird Lane literally lost his eyes and forced down the urge to lash out, reaching out to get her up, “Stand still!”

Christine White obeyed and stood still.

Baird Lane pulled out his cell phone and called while warning her, “I’ll have Gates drop you off, you know what kind of body you have, this is not the place for you.”

“Are you concerned about me?” Christine White asked suddenly.

Baird Lane’s dialing motion lurched and quickly returned to its natural state, “You’re overthinking it, I just don’t want Grandpa to ask about it when the time comes, so go back to the station, Gates’s already rushed over there.”

“… Oh.” Christine White lowered her eyes to hide the loss in them and turned toward the platform.

After just two steps, the snow slipped under her feet, and her body suddenly slammed backward.

Baird Lane’s pupils plummeted at the sight, and before his brain could even react, his body had already begun to act.

He immediately dropped the skis he was holding and lunged toward her, catching her securely the moment she fell to the ground and joining her on the thick snow.

But they were standing at the very top of the ski run, and the slope was so steep that their bodies just fell to the ground and started rolling straight down the mountain, and they were still going so fast that they couldn’t stop.

Christine White’s entire body was stunned, miserably white this little face constantly let out shrieks.

Baird Lane’s ears couldn’t stand it when she yelled at him, and he blackened his face and shouted down, “You shut up!”

Christine White’s body trembled, not daring to shout again, but only biting her lips in death, suppressing her fear and asking in a trembling voice; “Baird, what are we going to do now, we can’t stop.”

Baird Lane did not answer Christine White’s words.

Because he didn’t know what to do at the moment.

It was the kind of thing that he hadn’t even expected, and the only thing he could be sure of was that they wouldn’t be able to stop until they rolled to the bottom of the hill.

“You hold me tight!” Baird Lane held Christine White close.

“Why?” Christine White’s mind went blank.