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

was very dissatisfied with her behavior and reached out to

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

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

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

go, and continued

the meeting room to

exception. She was right there. Even if she wore headphones, she could clearly hear the sound beside her.

"Mr. Murphy, you are..."

questioned the man again, "Say, what did you just want

conversation with this

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

up a conversation would provoke such a

by what the man

the man struck up a conversation

covered her lips and looked at Stanley's

ways every time she decided to stay away from him, which made

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

this man really didn't do anything to her other than taking

It was enough.

waved the

man broke free, he left the meeting room

his pocket,

didn't find it, so

pack of wet wipes from her bag then handed it

over, his face softened. Then he reached out to take the

Murphy." Violet

used wet wipe on the table, "Never mind. If you encounter this kind of person

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 will definitely not tolerate it." Violet