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? "

speechless. She felt a little bit noisy. Then she opened the bag, took out the earphones and put them on, not wanting to talk with him. She continued to

was very dissatisfied with her behavior and reached

grabbed the man's wrist,

do you want to 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 cold

it hurts..." The man yelled in pain. His face

didn't mean to let go, and continued to increase the strength

the meeting room to quiet down instantly, and everyone looked

right there. Even if she wore headphones, she could clearly hear the sound beside her. The moment Stanley pulled the man up, she took off the headphones and stood

"Mr. Murphy, you are..."

questioned the man again,

strike up a conversation with this

Stanley from Violet's words, so

provoke such a big shot, he would

was surprised by

was angry because the man struck

and looked at Stanley's cold

and impressive ways every time

Violet come to her senses. Seeing the man’s increasingly pale face and more and more sweat on his face, she couldn’t help sighing, “Mr. Murphy, let him

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

It was enough.

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

left the meeting room without saying a word,

out to touch his pocket, as if looking for

he didn't find it, so

guessed something, and took out a pack of wet wipes from her bag

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

Murphy."

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

conference room. If I do that, the other party will definitely make trouble for me, then it will leave a bad impression on the association. That's why I tolerated him. If it’s other places, I