Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

Stanley pursed his thin lips and did not answer.

Henry didn’t care. He touched his chin and said, “See, he ordered a bottle of Louis XIII. He didn’t finish a cup, but he kept pouring for Violet. He wants to make Violet get drunk and then does something."

Hearing this, Stanley clenched his hands on the edge of the window abruptly. Then his eyes became cold.

Seeing Stanley like this, Henry felt Stanley’s abnormal concern for Violet, and his heart sank, "Stanley, are you really..."

Before he finished speaking, Stanley suddenly turned around and walked towards the door of the private room.

Henry was stunned, "Stanley, where are you going?"

Stanley still ignored him, opened the door and went out.

Henry rubbed his baby face helplessly. After muttering something, he hurried to catch up with Stanley.

Downstairs, Violet was already drunk at the moment. Her face was flushed, and her eyes widened. She was sitting there and was hiccupping.

George put down his chopsticks, stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her, then spread his five fingers, "Violet, how many fingers?"

Violet blinked her blurred eyes and looked at it for a while before spit out a number uncertainly, "Two?"

A gloomy light flashed across George's eyes, "Wrong! This is five. Violet, you are drunk."

"I... I'm not drunk!" Violet was dissatisfied, pursing her red lips to retort on the spot.

George took off his glasses and put it in his chest pocket. The he smiled lowly, coaxing her softly like coaxing a child, "Okay, okay, you are not drunk. I am drunk. Shall we go home?"

"Okay." Violet hiccupped and nodded obediently.

George stood up and called the waiter to check out.

After checking out, he put Violet's bag on his shoulder first, and then he helped Violet stand up with putting one hand around her waist.

Smelling the fragrance from Violet and the strong aroma of Louis XIII, George took a deep breath, his eyes full of madness.

moment, a cold

to look at the source of the sound. Then he saw Stanley and Henry coming one after another. His

Why were they here?

walked to George and stopped one meter in front of him. Looking at Violet,

didn't do it. Instead, he held Violet more tightly, "Why do I have to give

her drunk. Do you still need me to tell you the

bottom of his eyes, "Mr. Murphy, I don't understand what you are talking about. Please let me go. Violet and I are going

I will let you go? I'll say it again. Give

stared at him without

Violet and Stanley were very close recently. He couldn't bear it anymore. He had

celebrating, just to get her. As long as

fierce. His face was

was watching them, was taken aback by George. He

out that George, who was usually gentle, elegant and liked by patients, had such a

had psychological problems.

looked at George

it and gave

As if being stared at by a

have no right to say no." Stanley had no time to care about what happened to Henry. He stretched out his hand to grab Violet's wrist, trying to

Stanley was fast, George was not slow. At the moment Violet was dragged

was pulled around by the two of them, swaying from side to side, feeling

Violet. He smiled and broke George’s hand free little by little, "Dr. Joe, I heard you have a paper, which has already

Stanley and

know that Henry was giving Stanley a chance to leave? He looked at

head to glance at his small body. Although he knew that he might not be able to beat George,

deep look at Henry, Stanley picked up Violet,

saw Stanley approaching with a person in his arms from

Violet. Then he opened his mouth in surprise,

He stuffed Violet into the car and directly ordered,

and started