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.

it?" Seeing Violet's calm face, the designer couldn't help being

worrying about it? Just take its nature. Besides, Mr. Moore is best at designing the national style. The questions must be related to the national style. You only

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

her head,

time. There were nearly ten minutes

Phoebe, who was not far away, suddenly walked out of the conference room in her wheelchair, still holding a mobile phone in her

Violet’s eyes flickered. Then she got up and

to the safe stairwell. She pursed her red lips pursed, then she bent down and took off

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

Grandpa?

Violet suddenly narrowed

contacted

the theme was Mr. Moore this

put Violet firmly

Phoebe's words, Violet already guessed what Suzy had said

asked Phoebe to suppress her in the

that Suzy really

around and

also returned in a

face, Violet’s eyes

look over, and raised her chin

Violet felt

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

and pencil in order to draw the design in

led by Bruce, and came to the stage. Then he took the microphone and said his

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

that the theme was the costume element of ethnic

it, Violet groaned for a while and looked

chair, looking at the audience with a smile on his face. Seeing the designers looked so anxious when hearing his question, he held the microphones and said with a smile, "You guys

Everyone nodded.

even some people who directly ask Mr. Moore to announce

He cleared throat slightly, and said, "I admit that this theme is not easy to guess by just guessing, so I have already told you the answer. It is on me. As