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? "

was 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 write her

dissatisfied with her behavior and reached out to try

big slender hand stretched out, grabbed

as if he was looking a dead person. His eyes burst

man yelled in

to let go, and continued to increase the strength in his

meeting room to quiet down instantly,

the sound

"Mr. Murphy, you are..."

speaking, Stanley questioned the man again,

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

identity of Stanley from

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

surprised by what the man

man struck up a conversation with

and looked at Stanley's cold and

ways every time

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,

not that she was kind. But this man really didn't do anything to her other than

It was enough.

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

the meeting room without saying a word, and

reached out to touch his pocket, as

he didn't find it, so

and took out a pack of wet wipes from her bag then handed

looked at the wet wipes she handed over, his face softened. Then he reached out to take the wet wipes,

Murphy." Violet

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

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 it."