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? "

Then she opened the bag, took out the earphones and put them

very dissatisfied with her behavior and reached out to try

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

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

The man yelled in pain. His

let go, and continued to increase the strength in his

caused the meeting room to quiet down

the sound beside her. The moment Stanley pulled the man up, she took off the headphones

"Mr. Murphy, you are..."

the man again, "Say,

was wrong. I shouldn't strike up a conversation with this lady.

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

up a conversation would provoke such a big shot, he would never

was surprised by what

man struck up a conversation

and looked at Stanley's cold and

and impressive ways

come to her senses. Seeing the man’s increasingly pale face and more and more sweat

she was kind. But this man really didn't do anything to her other than taking advantage of

It was enough.

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

soon as the man broke free, he left the meeting room without saying a word, and didn't

out to touch his pocket, as if looking for

find it,

guessed something, and took out a pack of

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

you, Mr. Murphy."

wipe on the table, "Never mind. If you encounter this kind

then it will leave a