Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again novel Chapter 135

Just as Stanley was about to answer, there was another electric current on the plane, which was stronger than the previous one.

Violet's eardrum was a little painful. She couldn't help but raised her hand to cover her ears.

But this could only be temporarily relieved. It was still audible.

Seeing the pain on her face, Stanley pursed his thin lips, enduring the tingling of his eardrums, took off his coat and covered her head, and then helped her to cover her ears with his hands through the coat.

In this way, the electric noise Violet heard was almost silent, and the discomfort on her face gradually disappeared.

She looked up at Stanley. Seeing that he was also very uncomfortable by the sound of the electric current, but he was still protecting her, she was touching. She wanted to cry.

"Mr. Murphy..." Violet yelled to Stanley softly. Her voice was a little choked.

Stanley couldn't hear it at all, but he still knew what she was talking about from the shape of her mouth.

"Is it still uncomfortable?" Stanley asked, afraid that she would not be able to hear it, frowning and increasing the volume.

Violet shook her head and replied loudly, "It's not uncomfortable anymore!"

Stanley heard her this time and nodded slightly.

Soon, the sound of the electric current disappeared. Only the plane was still shaking.

Stanley took his hand away. Violet also put her hands off her ears, and passed his coat over, "Mr. Murphy, thank you."

Stanley gave a hmm, took the jacket and put it on.

When Violet saw that he was not wearing a seat belt, she was anxious. Then she turned to pick up the seat belt, and wanted to fasten him.

It was just because of the shaking of the plane that she couldn't buckle up the seat belt several times. Then she became more anxious.

Stanley looked down at the woman buried in his arms. His eyes darkened. Then he reached out and took the button of the seat belt from her, and said hoarsely, "I can do it by myself. You just need to sit down!" "

"Okay." Violet didn't think much, and sat down obediently.

Stanley breathed a relief and buckled his seat belt.

Violet looked worriedly at the clouds outside the window, "Mr. Murphy, do you think there will be an accident with the plane?"

At this moment, a lot of pictures flashed in her mind. There were all kinds of airplanes falling down and exploding.

She even felt that if the plane really crashed, it would seem good to be able to die with him.

"Don't talk nonsense! It's just the airflow." Stanley picked up a blindfold to her.

Violet took it suspiciously, "You are..."

"If you are really scared, just block your eyes. Then you won’t be afraid if you can't see anything."

His serious appearance made Violet amused and drove away a lot of the fear.

She actually wanted to say that she was not afraid because she was with him.

But she did not have this qualification.

Suddenly, she noticed something wrong with Stanley's face. She squinted her eyes, and approached him, "Mr. Murphy, why is it bruised?"

She pointed to her cheekbones.

Stanley touched where she was pointing. A cold light flashed across his eyes, but it was fleeting, "Nothing. Maybe I bumped somewhere."

"Really?" Violet didn't believe it.

Even if he bumped somewhere, he couldn't get his cheekbones bumped. His bruise was obviously beaten by others.

So did he fought with someone?

Thinking, Violet looked at Stanley in surprise.

Stanley frowned, "What's the matter?"

Violet opened her mouth and wanted to ask who he was fighting with. But after thinking about it, she didn't ask.

"Nothing. I have an egg. I'll apply it for you, otherwise it will swell up for a while." As Violet said, she took out an egg from the bag.

Stanley watched her put the egg on the armrest and knocked it. After the shell broke, she began to peel it off. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why do you have eggs?"

Violet peeled and laughed, "It's Calvin. He knew that I was leaving today, so he asked my mother to cook two eggs for me, and let me eat them on the plane. Maybe he learned it from TV."

"Nice." Stanley nodded.

"Yes, the child has filial piety. I ate one, and this one just puts on your face." After speaking, Violet put the peeled egg on the bruise on his face and rolled it slowly.