Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

"Mr. Murphy, it's Violet." Fraser's eyes lit up. He looked at Violet who was paying, and quickly reminded Stanley.

Stanley glanced at him faintly, then set his gaze on Violet.

Violet was bowing her head to pay, so she didn't see the two of them.

It wasn't until the taxi driver drove away that she saw Stanley and Fraser on the opposite side.

Violet didn't expect that she would meet Stanley by accident when she came to the meeting after driving the child back to the apartment.

But after the surprise, she arranged the expression on her face again and nodded slightly to Stanley as a greeting.

Then she carried her bag and didn’t look at him. She just walked toward the entrance of the building. Her attitude seemed very cold.

Stanley frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable. He pursed his thin lips and looked at her back. No one knew what he was thinking.

Fraser also looked at Violet and touched his chin, "Mr. Murphy, Violet seems to be deliberately alienating you. Couldn't it be because you refuse her yesterday?"

Stanley didn't speak, but his lips tightened.

After a while, he put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked towards the entrance of the building.

Fraser naturally followed him quickly.

When they arrived in the meeting room, Stanley stood on the steps. He glanced over and then caught Violet's position in the crowd.

Violet was sitting in a corner of the last row of the meeting room, with a notebook in front of her, holding a pen in her hand, and writing down the plan for the use of fabrics for the next quarter.

Suddenly, a young man sat down beside her, leaned sideways, and talked to her with a handsome smile on his face, "Miss, after the meeting, how about drinking a cup of coffee together?"

"No need!" Violet frowned, a touch of boredom in her eyes.

As if the man hadn't heard it, he smiled and put his hand on the back of the chair behind her, "Don't refuse me. I know there is a very romantic coffee shop with performances. Do you want to take a look? "

the earphones and put them on, not wanting to talk with him. She continued to write her

the man was very dissatisfied with her behavior and

a big slender hand stretched out, grabbed the man's wrist, and pulled

to her?" Stanley looked at the man as if he was looking a dead person. His eyes burst with a cold light, and

hurts..." The man yelled in

go, and continued to

room to quiet down

clearly hear the sound beside her. The moment Stanley pulled

"Mr. Murphy, you are..."

speaking, Stanley questioned the man again, "Say,

conversation with this lady. I'm sorry..." The man apologized

had already guessed the identity of Stanley from Violet's words, so he regretted it very

a conversation would provoke such a big shot,

surprised by what the

the man struck

lips and looked at Stanley's cold and

front of her in various and impressive ways every time she decided to

thinking about it, the man’s cry of pain made Violet come to her senses. Seeing the man’s increasingly pale face and more and more sweat on his face, she couldn’t

man really didn't

It was enough.

sternly for a few seconds, then waved the man’s hand away and threw

soon as the man broke free, he left the meeting

reached out to touch his pocket, as if looking

didn't find

something, and took out a pack of wet

his face softened. Then he reached out to take the wet wipes, and pulled out

Murphy." Violet

threw the used wet wipe on the table, "Never mind. If

me, then it will leave a bad impression on the association. That's why I tolerated him. If it’s other places, I will definitely not tolerate