Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

Violet looked down at the key in her palm, hesitated for a few seconds, and squeezed it tightly, "I see. Thank you, Mr. Murphy. I can accept the car, but I will return it to you the money which is exceeded my car’s, goodbye!"

When she finished speaking, before Stanley could answer, Violet pressed down the Mercedes-Benz car key, opened the door, carried the two children into the car, and drove away.

Fraser came to Stanley's side and watched the red car leave, "Mr. Murphy, Violet is still alienating you. She even wanted to pay you money. Didn't you confess to her your feelings last night?"

Stanley pursed his thin lips, "Not in hurry. It's not too late to wait until she gets used to my existence. Let's go to the company."

"Yes." Fraser nodded in response.

After Violet drove Arya to the kindergarten, she took Calvin to the hospital and let Jessie take care of him. She herself went to Design Association to participate in today's competition.

As soon as she entered the conference room, Violet felt the tension in the atmosphere.

Except for Phoebe, the six designers were all on pins and needles, with undisguised concerns on their faces.

"What's the matter?" Violet walked over and asked a designer casually.

The designer looked at her, "Don't you know?"

"Know what?" Violet blinked suspiciously.

The designer leaned to her ear, lowered her voice and replied, "We just heard that it is Mr. Moore who set the theme."

"And then?" Violet turned to look at the designer.

She didn't understand why they were so anxious.

"And then? Of course we’re so afraid. Who doesn't know that Mr. Moore always sets tricky theme!" The designer lay on the table painfully, "He never directly announces the theme, but says a famous saying, letting us guess the theme from the famous saying. It’s hard."

"It's a bit." Violet nodded in favor.

She had heard from her teacher before that Mr. Moore did have such a habit of setting a theme.

That was because Mr. Moore learned history before entering the design circle.

that you can't guess it?" Seeing Violet's calm face,

take its nature. Besides, Mr. Moore is best at designing the national style. The questions must

lit up suddenly, "Yes, why didn't I expect it? Thank you so much,

head, saying

she raised her wrist to check the time. There were nearly ten minutes

away, suddenly walked out of the conference room in her wheelchair, still holding a mobile phone in her hand. She didn’t dare to look at

it, Violet’s eyes flickered. Then she got

red lips pursed, then she bent down and took off the high heels on her feet,

safe staircase, Violet heard Phoebe's voice coming from inside, "The competition is about to start. I

Grandpa?

the word, Violet

person who contacted Phoebe was actually

Mr. Moore this time, and then contacted Suzy and asked Suzy

will help you put Violet firmly in second place." Phoebe's voice sounded

name, and based on Phoebe's words,

Phoebe to suppress

that Suzy

and quietly returned to the conference

Phoebe also returned in

face, Violet’s eyes became

turned to look over, and raised her

felt so

qualifications a person, who had no real ability and won by

design notebook and pencil in order to draw the

Mr. Moore held a cane, led by Bruce, and came to the stage. Then he took

had never heard before. From the tone and meaning of this proverb, it seemed

it be that the theme was the

it, Violet groaned for a while and looked at Mr. Moore on

anxious when hearing his question, he held the microphones and said with a smile, "You guys must think

Everyone nodded.

Moore

just guessing, so I have already told you the answer. It is on me. As